Ranting

Yes...this is going to be ranting.

At this conference....sometimes I truly feel like I must be selling my soul. I can handle all the gladhanding, all then cold calls, all the discussion. But the bands that they get to play the big "event" destroy me. I feel violated. Where do they dig these folks up? How can you take "My Girl" and reduce it to nothingness. Suck every bit of energy out of it. So I go next door to the next conference and their band and I hear a band doing a version of Jumping Jack Flash that even my sweet grandma in her grave could rock harder. I'm at the point where i'd take the worst of the Bernie's punk rock bands. Give me anything that resembles real feeling, real heart, real soul. Fuck.....

This is the sort of thing that makes me want to go drink whiskey...until I actually think it's tolerable.

Like the Sky Bar in Miami....I had to leave and go sit by the ocean for something real.

And the killer is that everyone there, my colleagues think it's fine. Think it's good. I feel so out of place sometimes.

Makes me want to really take the guitars away from these guys. And the sad thing is they can play much "better" than I can. Part of it has to be Florida.....the most souless state in America.

Ok...back to the agony....;)

Comments

[Joe]

People that live in Florida (and any other souless miserable place) simply don't know any better... or they just don't have the means to leave and be elsewhere.