>>121898123>“Captaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiinnnnnn,”Krasnow purred as he raced out of his office, smiling with hand extended, to greet Don. Here was a man who had the appearance of a mobster love-child. He was dark-complexioned and slightly balding with curly hair cut close to his head. He wore a bright paisley shirt and love beads and was dripping with the kind of affected schmoozy charm one had to develop when working with people who had high opinions of themselves. He invited us into his office, and immediately we spent an hour being constantly interrupted by phone calls he “just had to take.” This man could change personalities and voice tonalities with each call and was obviously good at working a phone. His energy level was quite high. He must have talked to 15 people while we were there. In between each call, and during breaks in the calls themselves, little pieces of conversation would ensue. This mostly consisted of him making rapid-fire inquiries such as “So, how much material do you guys have together?” and then, as Don would answer it would become evident that he didn’t hear a word of the reply because he was listening to the person on the phone. The subtle clue that gave this away was when in the middle of Don’s answer Bob would say something like “Heavy, baby!” to the guy on the phone. This was all punctuated by the soothing sound of Linda screaming “BOB - LARRY, LINE THREE!”
>Alex Snouffer: Krasnow was just Krasnow, you know what I mean? He was a hustler.After an hour of pleasant non-communication, it was determined that the next step would be for us to submit a demo tape so that they could hear what we were up to. We walked out the door after bidding farewell and burst into spontaneous laughter at the whole scene.