What is
it like being a musician in Spokane? Well for starters, it means you
won’t be living on Rockwood Boulevard any time soon. As a musician
you are in the business of providing entertainment. And so you must
compete with more conventional forms of entertainment, such as
television, movies, hockey games, symphonies, dancing, gambling,
cruising East Sprague, etc.. Therefore the number of people
available to be entertained who would choose to listen to live music
is small at best.
To
compound the situation, most people who enjoy live music prefer to
listen to songs they hear on the radio on the way to work or songs
that were popular when they were in high school. If you are in a
band that plays songs that do not fit these categories, then you are
at a severe disadvantage, especially if you are not cute like
Brittney Spears or the Backstreet Boys. In fact if you are
performing unusual music in public, a casual observer will regard
you with the same amount of enthusiasm that they would a large
mechanical puppet singing on stage at Chuck E. Cheese. Contrary to
popular belief, there are no large crowds of screaming teenagers in
the audience and seldom does anybody throw money onto the stage.
Also, Burger King refuses to market action figures of our band
members.
Some
people I know are surprised to learn that I play music in a band.
Sometimes they buy a CD out of pity, perhaps. Sometimes they even
listen to it.
I play
for the Occasional String Band. We have released two CD’s. The first
one (Balding Men With Day Jobs) made our parents proud, since they
always knew we’d amount to something. Some people raised an eyebrow
and said “You did what?” Our second CD (Grey Dust Hits) generated no
noticeable reactions in human life forms at all.
So why do we do it? Why do we rehearse obscure songs for hours and hours that
were written by the band? Why do we spend countless hours coming up
with thought provoking lyrics that hardly anybody will ever hear?
Why do we perform difficult musical maneuvers that would pose a
formidable challenge to even the most seasoned professional
musicians? Why am I writing an article that hardly anybody will ever
read? I do not know. But I do know that I need to sell two more CD’s
and then I can afford to put a new roof on my cardboard
house.