I asked David Geffen to manage me.

That’s not exactly how it went down.

I sent him a letter, it was really damn good, I wanted a job at his new record company, Geffen Records. At the time there were only three employees, Eddie Rosenblatt, John Kalodner and Geffen himself. Based on that letter, I got a meeting with Rosenblatt. Geffen wouldn’t give me the time, even though I was convinced I could close him.

Not only did Eddie say no, there was no job for me, almost seven years later when John Kalodner escorted me into Eddie’s office Mr. Rosenblatt didn’t remember either the letter or our previous meeting, it was all news to him.

I didn’t get the job. Despite John imploring Eddie to hire me, Eddie didn’t think his people would listen to me.

And it was sometime around then, give or take a year or two, that I asked Geffen to go into business with me.

He told me he didn’t have the time. That he didn’t operate on that level anymore.

I never asked him for anything again.

I’ll admit, it took me a long time to understand where Geffen was coming from.

It’s the same place Jimmy Iovine is coming from, which is why I pointed out that "Rolling Stone" article, because Jimmy spoke the truth and almost no one in this lyin’, stinkin’ business ever does.

Jimmy doesn’t have time to produce records. Not because he doesn’t like to, but he just can’t have the impact he wants to.

Jimmy wants to change sound. Wants to upgrade it for the masses.

And make a ton of money doing it.

David Geffen did not think I lacked talent, but he wanted to hobnob with not only his rich buddies, but his POWERFUL buddies. Not long thereafter, he started DreamWorks SKG.

And I guess I’m telling you all this to prove that you want to be helped, you want to be rescued.

But really, you can only rescue yourself.