Who Will Buy It?

Build it and they will come.

Field of Dreams. Where baseball meets Children of the Corn. I babble to confuse.

Years ago I learned a lesson. It wasn't a particularly hard one but educative nonetheless. It was during the Pet Rock craze in the early 1980s. In a bizarre perplexed marketing coup d'etat, the pet rock (a piece of rock with a stick on it) grabbed consumers by the collar and said, "you fucking buy me because I'm too much of a cool trend, got it?"

And people did.

I've always stood by the belief nobody knows, and I mean no one, what will sell or if the movie they make will bomb or take flight.

Hence, I totally ignore people who ask, "who will buy it?" or "who would want to buy that?" You know, so-called realists, wannabe investors, lower level banker-slaves and their credit masters etc.

In fact, chances are, if someone is telling you that you may be sitting on a winner.

We tend to over think sometimes. You know the old adage, the more education you have, the least likely you'll take risks, hence your balls get caught up in theories. I think Socrates said it. Or Babe Ruth. Or was it Mayor Quimby? I forget.

Nike possibly came up with the greatest most prescient slogan in the history of mankind:

Just do it.

Just fucking do it.