| 1. Intro/Rockstars Owe Me
Too Much Information
Upon realizing that no single human has enough of what it takes to soak up all my rants, I have decided to begin airing my ideas on my website. I have always thought it is best not to give out too much information but for some reason today I have decided I’m just going to write some things down. Husband
My husband is good because he wakes up in the morning and checks in to see how the weather is. If the system is working right my tirades are just pure comedy for him. He’s the type who will sit and watch commercials and laugh hysterically at them. I’ve watched movies with him that were terribly funny and sat with someone else to show them how funny it is while he isn’t there and it actually isn’t funny at all.
I can tell him that I was wishing a few days ago for the giant hedge clippers from the sky to chop my hands off so that I could end it and not feel so miserable and this is funny to him. Couple it with I have no friends and my life is meaningless and this is a good laugh. I think it works better the more things like that I can say in a row.
My point being that that is on good days, maybe if I just unloaded to my website, I would feel like I was getting things off of my chest. None of my other friends have any stamina for my brain. I try to talk to each one only once in a while and then after awhile I run out of people to take myself out on. Intentions
Another thing that I am absolutely aware of is that there are a lot of opinions out there. If I think someone is the greatest songwriter in a certain niche, I talk to a friend and they say no they never liked that person’s songs. “He was a nice guy though.” I find the best restaurant in town, the next person I talk to says, “No I can’t eat that food”. There are even multiple “truths”. What is absolute to me doesn’t necessarily go for the next guy. So I can see that I might piss some people off because I will probably be complaining a lot. I might even be complaining about them.
I will try not to malign my close friends and enemies too much but they will probably be my inspirations, although the masses sure do make me mad as well. I wish I would just write this for myself to look at, but what I wonder is without the feeling that I am actually talking to someone, would I ever do it? Geniuses
I feel as though I am a part of some great people’s lives whether you’ve heard of them or not. On the other hand, they’re all a bunch of dopes. I swear the most brilliant person can be the “most stupidest”. I think if you are applying a lot of one element of your mind to a something that is considered genius by some, you very often seem to take some of the power you would have used in other areas away. For instance, perhaps a person can take a 120 million track file and mix it down to a beautiful epic song. This same person cannot separate the darks from the whites in the laundry room. Now this is the kind of person that inspires me. Why is he doing that? Why did he say that? Why does he look like that? If I can look at someone and stick him in his cubicle; this is what he will say, this what he will do, well, that is no fun. But if he starts me arguing with him in my head or needing to keep talking to him again, then there’s a new friend. I hate rockstars
I thought for awhile the only interesting people in my life were my kids. They were doing everything for the first time. It was always brilliant. I never knew why they were doing what they were doing. It was always perfect creativity because it was the first time for everything. Owning a recording studio, I meet a lot of “rockstars”. I say that in quotes because Madonna and Bob Dylan, etc. have never been to our studio. Anyways I get quite an overview, seeing group after group. These people all seemed to feel they were very interesting folks and I’m sure in their circles they were/are. But for me, what I saw was: Oh yeah that guy’s the vegetarian, that guy’s the pothead guy, there’s the hipster dufous (I thought I made that one up til I saw it on a Seinfeld rerun). And just tell me what instrument you play in the band and I know exactly what personality type you have. I still ask people what they play, especially if they are from a foreign country and I can’t understand their names, but I have begun to enjoy speaking with these people and finding out more about them. This has been very enjoyable for me because actually quite a few of these people are well worth knowing. Rockstars owe me
Quite often these people are people-persons but a lot are sensitive types who are actually here for the music. The thing I don’t get is why it would be expected of these people to ever speak with a fan or meet a fan just because the fan likes the music a person has created. Of course there are the needy artists who need to be bolstered by constant admiration but after awhile you realize everyone is just going to tell you how good you are. I think that a musician has recorded a record, you pay $10 to $20 for it. I think that is all they owe you. If they play a show you pay $10 to $100 for it, you watch the show. That is what you get. They don’t have to meet every single person at a show because the person likes their music. Our society is getting too interactive. If I am a fan of someone’s music, I just want to listen to their music. I don’t want to know what their kitchen looks like and how many times they’ve been married or in jail. I don’t care. That kind of information can only take away from the beauty of the art.
There was a phase there where it was required of a band to do an encore. Now why would that be required? I heard of a band (was it The Strokes or something?) who were really radical and didn’t do an encore.
Now the bands as part of their act have to stand outside and meet each fan one by one. All I can say is Thank God I’m not in a band. Actually, I am in a band. We just play locally but the few times I’ve played, I could hardly breathe or think to say nothing of having to chat with people afterwards. And that’s 10 minutes from home. Not miles and hours from home with a case of travel diarrhea and another of insomnia. To tell you the truth, the people I know that enjoy that part after the show, are faking. Yes they do enjoy it but it is an act. They aren’t actually technically nice people. At least the interesting ones aren’t. Guess what? your best friend the rockstar actually doesn’t give a crap about you. They are usually more like scientists studying their specimens. They are trying to find amusement or a good idea or something. Really, they don’t care about you.
Sometimes I wonder if they even care about the people they care about. I heard a story about a rock star girlfriend who was tired and wanted to go home after a long day and a fan gave her the double fingers and said, “you get him every day, this is our one chance”. Hello finger lady how much do you think this girlfriend gets of her boyfriend compared to how much YOU get of your boyfriend? Can’t it be enough for people to get the music and the show? How much more is really owed to these people? 11/7/03 | |
