Re: Harmony Video Shame
Posted: Wed Feb 25, 2004 10:01 pm
I don't know of anyone who is doing more than scraping by nowadays and a lot of players I know are now looking for a way out. Of course it was different in the early to mid 90's - I recall at one point we were making so much dosh that I got scared! - Fuck, what was I going to do with all this loot? Serious loot. Someone will notice... Oh, happy days. Now we struggle to pay our bills and maintain our lifestyles, just like the hoi-poloi. Yes, it was exciting on various levels, plenty of good porn - which had, up to that point, been hard, or impossible, to find. Then there was of course the "outlaw" vibe, as you put it. But since we were moderately moody geezers already it was just another one of the dodgy dealings that graced our business portfolio. It was 'right up our Street.'
Then there was the opportunity of actually meeting 'the girls?. Now, the top glamour girls of the late eighties and early nineties were a totally different kettle of fish to today?s 'models.' They were fabulous birds of paradise, seriously revered by the blue-collar males of the time. The sort of girls that we, as ordinary geezers, could of course, only ever dream about - Till we got into porn. I remember one notable evening having three gorgeous, dolled up to the nines, centre spread, glamour girls on my arm - Claudia Casalli, Rachel Stevens and Samantha-Jane. I was left with the task of taking them out on the town and entertaining them after my good pal and business associate was struck by a pang of conscience and went home to his wife! Wheyhey! Well, we had a great time, and if you've ever had a really gorgeous girl on your arm, you know what an ego boost and tonic it can be. All the other guys thinking ?Wow, look at that flash dude? and trying not to stare - pretending not to look, so as to avoid a confrontation with their girlfriends. And the looks on the waiter's faces, as if to say "Hey, who is this geezer that he can afford such a fabulous harem? He must be a serious player. Maybe he's 'connected.' The result? Instant respect and attentive service. Groovy.
Yes, they were happy days. Plenty of loot and gorgeous girls. We were sorted. Then, at the end of the last decade things started to go downhill - the decline of the girly mag, and with it the desirable glamourpuss, the rise of the net, gonzo and finally R18 - which I supported in principal, but business wise was not so good for old-time smut merchants like us. In a lot of respects the net and R18 have not been good for porn. Though it is more widely available it has sunk down a level. This has left clear blue water between it and the mainstream; there is no crossover and no serious money for quality productions. Gorgeous classy girls will no longer entertain it. But they were keen to be centre spreads in 80?s girly mags, and sometimes, when they thought no one was looking, they might make the odd appearance in a real shag movie, thereby giving us a treat to savour. There's not much money, glamour or excitement in the biz now (apart from when you get captured by the old bill) We still earn a wage and are not particularly interested in doing anything else, but this very week we have been discussing how we might extract ourselves from porn and do something more profitable while the going is still reasonable.
Why do we do it? Well for all it?s highs and lows it?s a dam sight more interesting and agreeable than packing widgets in a widget factory.
Officer Dibble.
Then there was the opportunity of actually meeting 'the girls?. Now, the top glamour girls of the late eighties and early nineties were a totally different kettle of fish to today?s 'models.' They were fabulous birds of paradise, seriously revered by the blue-collar males of the time. The sort of girls that we, as ordinary geezers, could of course, only ever dream about - Till we got into porn. I remember one notable evening having three gorgeous, dolled up to the nines, centre spread, glamour girls on my arm - Claudia Casalli, Rachel Stevens and Samantha-Jane. I was left with the task of taking them out on the town and entertaining them after my good pal and business associate was struck by a pang of conscience and went home to his wife! Wheyhey! Well, we had a great time, and if you've ever had a really gorgeous girl on your arm, you know what an ego boost and tonic it can be. All the other guys thinking ?Wow, look at that flash dude? and trying not to stare - pretending not to look, so as to avoid a confrontation with their girlfriends. And the looks on the waiter's faces, as if to say "Hey, who is this geezer that he can afford such a fabulous harem? He must be a serious player. Maybe he's 'connected.' The result? Instant respect and attentive service. Groovy.
Yes, they were happy days. Plenty of loot and gorgeous girls. We were sorted. Then, at the end of the last decade things started to go downhill - the decline of the girly mag, and with it the desirable glamourpuss, the rise of the net, gonzo and finally R18 - which I supported in principal, but business wise was not so good for old-time smut merchants like us. In a lot of respects the net and R18 have not been good for porn. Though it is more widely available it has sunk down a level. This has left clear blue water between it and the mainstream; there is no crossover and no serious money for quality productions. Gorgeous classy girls will no longer entertain it. But they were keen to be centre spreads in 80?s girly mags, and sometimes, when they thought no one was looking, they might make the odd appearance in a real shag movie, thereby giving us a treat to savour. There's not much money, glamour or excitement in the biz now (apart from when you get captured by the old bill) We still earn a wage and are not particularly interested in doing anything else, but this very week we have been discussing how we might extract ourselves from porn and do something more profitable while the going is still reasonable.
Why do we do it? Well for all it?s highs and lows it?s a dam sight more interesting and agreeable than packing widgets in a widget factory.
Officer Dibble.