Charles told me when he started producing records for his friends, it was then easier to attend industry gatherings, better than when he was an artist. Now he could talk about the people he was producing instead of his music. Discussing an artist in the third person turned out to be uniquely different than among his music making peers, instead of saying the solo is amazing, it was the amount of units sold was fantastic. He assumed it would be easier hang in these circles and would enable new ways to advance his own work but unfortunately it shut down that part of him, couldn’t breath here. The offer to run the subsidiary record label for the major corporation came just then, together with a great salary and benefits. But in the interview with the three executives, when they imitated their own recording artists like spoiled children, and showed uninhibited contempt for their needs, he realized traveling down this road would corrupt the thing he held most valuable. He confessed since then, if he ever has a bad dream, he only needs to remember at least I never took that job, at least I walked away and as that recollection surfaces, it still has the effect of making me feel restored, if you know what I mean.