I just realized I haven’t done a real full blog since March 11th. You know what that makes me? A dick. By the way, anyone who said “A Dick” before I actually said it is in fact, a dick. Though I don’t know why you would be saying aloud your responses to each sentence I write.
Anyways (sentence fragment). Recently I just really want to play shows. I think it’s ridiculous how hard it is for me to still get a show. I know that’s cocky, but why should it be cocky to think I’ve paid my dues. I’ve been doing this music thing for a long time, I’ve played a LOT of shows (10 is a lot right? JK lolz). When I start a new band should I really have to beg and plead and try to convince people to let me have a show? I don’t know. It’s this weird circle. To get a show, you have to have a fan base, to get a fan base you have to play shows. It’s like that with a lot of things in music.
Understand though, that the music I’ve been kicking around with Jason (drummer) and Patrick (bass/ other vocals) sounds really good. That too… sounds cocky. And this blog is full of references to dicks and cockiness… If only every person in the world could just come and sit in our jam space. For a long time in my life, my music sounded like shit, now that it’s good shouldn’t it be easier to get shows? Not necessarily (I only type that last bit as a preemptive strike to literalists who don‘t understand rhetorical questions and feel the need to answer that question).
It would be nice to have a manager, to be taken care of and have them do all the booking. I just… I just want to be jasmine on the flying carpet being shown… a whole new world (of music), except… Aladdin is a hot chick, STUFFED with nachos and chocolate (best manager ever!). You might think… then why not just be Aladin (my own manager?), DUH, too much work I want to be pampered. Anyone who knows me KNOWS I’m just like paris hilton.
This is getting off track. Aren’t my metaphors great?
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See, Matt, I understand you perfectly. And if you want a better metaphor, I would have said that you are like Paris Hilton’s dog…because, well, you resemble it a little more than you resemble her…with her boobs and all, you understand…
I’m sorry I never called you back, I was at work. Come up with tons of music with Patrick and Jason and Jessica and I will come and visit and sit in your jam space…
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