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Thursday, April 20, 2006

Wasting Away in Clicheville

There's a highly successful Florida musician who I will not mention by name. I don't want people landing here when they enter his name in a search. They might be offended and that is not my intention. He's had some monster hits that he could easily retire on. Including one about a mythical town/state of mind named after a tequila drink. I wish him no ill will. I applaud his success. This is a very crazy business that proves every day that success is not necessarily dependent on one's actual talent. That is to say there are untold thousands of excellent musicians out there who will never be heard from on any broad level. I have a keen dislike for the profession of critic. When I read or hear something outright nasty about performing artists of any kind, I become sympathetic even if I really dislike them and/or their performances. This is true for me about 95 per cent of the time. Naturally there are exceptions.

I know it's ridiculous to suggest that all critics should quit and find honest work elsewhere. This is a country where jobs above minimum wage are becoming more and more rare. If it wasn't for a sudden awareness of national obesity, you'd be able to get fries with ANYthing. Besides, there are untold millions of equally mean spirited people who love to read or hear hateful comments about a performer. So the argument can be made that critics are just giving people what they want. Kind of like drugs and prostitution. And corrupt politicians. If you voted for them or didn't vote at all, you asked for it. And you deserve carcinogenic, cardiac arresting fries with that.

But back to the Florida musician whose music I got tired of in, oh, the seventies? The musician whose music is requested most often by out of town tourists who don't know many other songs or artists. These are people who stopped keeping track of popular music when Peter Paul and Mary and the Kingston Trio were top of the charts. These people think it's hip to make the same request of a local singer/songwriter that 9178 others have made in the same town in the same week in the same bar. I'm sure you'll agree that even if I were Leopold Frigging Stakowski and the request was Beethoven's Fifth Symphony, I'd be pretty damn tired of it. Come to think of it, I am pretty damn tired of it. It's the classic music equivalent of the aforementioned song about a mythical town/state of mind named after a tequila drink. Used to be cool until everybody got on to it and nothing else, and wouldn't get off of it.

So I managed to book an out of season gig at a high end venue through a booking agent. This is a spot I played only once before and suffered one of those sound system train wrecks while the owner was present. Didn't think I'd ever get another shot at that joint. But I'm coming back. My sound system thing is flawless. I'm talking BOSE, baby. I was feeling on top of the world because I have another shot at this relatively high paying gig. Until the agent told me I'll be expected to play lots of (fill in the name of the dude I refuse to mention by name here) because this is Florida.

I'll do what I'm paid to do. All performers are prostitutes, after all. But what is the auditory equivalent of a condom?

I'm working on a setlist strategy that will satisfy the demands of this job while at the same time expose people who are contemporarily challenged, to slightly newer music and all out new music. Music written by me, as a for instance. Hey-- contemporarily challenged, a new catch phrase to describe people whose radios broke in the sixties. See how polite I am to those I disagree with? I should get a shot at the UN before we destroy it. Or at least I should get a shot at being in charge of their elevator music. You got the bomb? Well, Feel My Love. Ice caps are melting? Frozen Shadows, man. That's the most boring speech I've ever heard, if you want me you gotta Move Me. Immigration? Open Shore as long as you have a visa. Tired and confused by the state of world affairs? Seek refuge Inside the Night. Or head for the Underground.

This meeting's too friggin long, Please Let Me Go.

posted by Bud @ 8:51 AM

Hi Bud, I had a hard time getting in to leave a comment. Haloscan wouldn't open for me.

I'm here from denny shane's. I sang on a professional level for several years, up until 2002, with various bands doing various style music from country, classic rock, jazz, blues, & pop. I'm not famous or anything, but I know what you mean about being a music whore and pleasing the club owners and their crowds. It does get boring after a while filling the same requests. I did some opening shows for Nashville acts and that was fun, basically request free type concerts, lol! But if music is in the blood you still look forward to that next performance irregardless how often someone yells "Freebird" or in my case, something by Patsy Cline, haha! (I substitute Shania Twain, lol)

I heard you a little bit (my bandwidth kept cutting out) but can tell you have a great voice! I also noticed many songs on your set list that my band(s) and I did. If I get to FL sometime, I'd enjoy doing a duet w/you :)
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