My Life in the Wings by Kim A Zonneville

Author:Kim A Zonneville
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Mr

It took a while for me to return to, and consider, my feelings at the loss of Joe as a client. I had buried my emotions for that long ago. I am not one to wallow or wonder 'why me'. I know how lucky I have been and also know that there comes a time when the band needs to be paid, this was one hell of a bill.

Maybe I was dumb, maybe I wasn't paying attention, maybe I just didn't want to know, but when the phone call came from Joe, I was devastated. I could not process the words I was hearing. After he hung up, I just sat in my office, looking at the walls, I had nothing to do. Joe was my guy, everything I had went into him and now he was gone.

I understood, he had little or no choice, it was a devil's bargain. And I knew the devil. I had trained under the devil and knew how cold he could be. But still, I never saw it coming. Irving had laid down the law. Joe really had no choice but still, my heart stopped, I couldn't breathe. The pain so acute I thought I was having another heart attack.

This wasn't some client. This was a guy I had known and been friends with since that meeting at Chippewa Lake Park. The guy who introduced me to Michael Stanley, who put the band together so we could appear on Rock Concert, who made me learn to be a manager, under the tutelage of the same guy fucking me right now, just so I could become Joe's manager! I had been through a lot with him. He was my brother.

And there was absolutely no need for this. Irving didn't need Joe and Joe really didn't need Irving, but that's business. They started floating bullshit stories about money missing and pointing fingers in the general direction of yours truly. Which would be impossible as I never, not with Michael, not with Joe, not with anybody, I never touched the money. I was paid by the artist. Some just wanted to twist the knife they hadn't needed in the first place,

Joe was my first big client, my first internationally known and stadium concert guy. Not some guy just in the business. He was my identity. That's what people don't understand. When you manage someone, you really stop being yourself, unless you're someone like Irving Azhoff. You are no longer David Spero, you are Joe Walsh's manager, Michael Stanley's manager, it is how you are known and identified. I was informed that I would still be paid through the end of the year and for the shows at the Staples Center to celebrate New Year's Eve. Whoopee, but I guess I shouldn't complain, they could've fucked me out of that.

It was noon eastern when he called, and I just sat there for a couple hours. I had nothing to do. Finally, I went down the hill to the house, lost.

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