Xeroxed from a postcard I saw at Stanford twenty years ago. Much of the photographic detail was lost, yet I love it dearly anyway.
Foreground: Youngish Guy, presumably a musician, haplessly trying to cover his ears and appealing for relief, with mute pathos, to the viewer.
Surrounding him: seven people, each with a different comment.
Older business/lawyer type:
“It’ll look good on your resume.”
Publicity type, with shades:
“We’ll put you in the credits!”
Catholic priest in clerical collar, piously holding a book and letting eyes go heavenward:
“It’s for a good cause.”
Sleazy Industry guy, white jacket and fedora:
“I’ll get you in with the people to know.”
Professor type, mortarboard, stroking beard:
“You’ll learn something.”
Semi-sloppy looking, rumpled disc jockey type:
“Think of the publicity…”
Disapproving older lady, clearly with More Money Than You Have:
“God gave you this give; why are you selling it?”