Bloom County by Berkeley Breathed for February 02, 2023

It’s the price you pay for wearing your sunglasses indoors, Steve.

I still reference Let’s Run Over Lionel Richie With A Tank to this day.

Literally nobody gets it, but I do.

It was literally staring him right in the face, but he still had to cram his foot into his mouth.

Tanks, but no tanks.

Hard to run them tanks across the ceiling all night long.

Now, a true record producer would just shrug off the lyric, cut a deal with them, then party with Lionel and they’d both laugh about the new band he signed.

Leave it to Steve to hoist his own petard.

Some people just can’t read a room.

But, but, it seemed like a good idea at the time.

Steve! Just rewrite the lyric from Lionel Ritchie to Barry Manilow, and you’re golden!

Dang, dang, dang! In fact double-dang! We were so close to double plat, and you had to go Ozzie O on Lionel.

One would think Steve would have noticed that giant picture behind Clive.

One would think.

But then, Steve was never the sharpest bulb in the toolkit.

Oh, great! Good going, there, Steve Dallas, you jerk! You just ruined your band’s Big Chance by stupidly quoting a lyric demeaning one of Clive’s prime clients!

Let me say it again: jerk, Steve! Sorry, Bill; you deserve better representation!

Read the room, Steve.

Goodbye

It’s not me you’re looking for