Showing posts with label max raabe. Show all posts
Showing posts with label max raabe. Show all posts

Wednesday, April 29, 2009

Max Raabe. WTF?


It's possibly poor form for an ungrateful ezine to complain about promos but even poorer form for a publicist not to know their market. So, after a string of tenors of various group denominations, priests and faux swing band CDs and DVDs landing in the I-94 Bar post office box, should I "out" the PR person who sent this abomination?