Oh My

Twee, whimsical, a-bit-too-cute Atlanta music magazine PASTE is dead. Its staff of editors, contributors, freelancers, photographers, graphics and art designers, marketers, sales-folk, and copy editors have been loosed on the streets of Decatur like an army of homeless undead.

They'll need jobs sometime in the near future.

But sadly there are very, very, very few jobs in word-publishing or word-writing these days. It's always been tough for scribblers, but this infernal Internet machine and the Greatest Recession have probably killed paid writing off for good, or at least for a thousand years, during which we'll enjoy something like a technologically-advanced dark age.

There is one way to avoid this calamity, though.

The Thrashers should fire their current marketing and PR staff and hire a bunch of out-of-work, hopeless PASTE folks. Sure, most of them don't even know what hockey is, but the ad campaigns and slogans they come up with couldn't possibly be worse than what the Thrashers use now. Their lack of hockey experience might even be a STRENGTH in a market such as ours.