Just When You Thought It Was Safe ...

Morning earworm: Games People Play, the Alan Parsons Project. A subliminal message, perhaps?



So, Saturday. Woke up feeling much better than Friday, but still opted to take it easy before the final show of the year. Or so I thought. Weirdness was already brewing on Friday - apparently word on the Web was that former vocalist JV wanted to come to Saturday's show and possibly sit in. Awkward, but not unheard of. We did extend the offer when she left, but it was kind of one of those polite things you just say, reasonably certain that they will never take you up on it. I didn't think anything of it at the time. Current vocalist AV did, it seems, and by mid-afternoon Saturday she had flaked out and bailed on the gig. A few texts were exchanged between her and JD & MG, and I eventually got a Facebook message from her, to the effect that Sorry, but I can't go through (the campground debacle) again, please don't hate me. So, after a few phone calls, we ended up canceling at the last minute. JV, incidentally, later texted that she wouldn't be there after all, completely oblivious to all of this. So, a night off. This is, of course, putting the good face on the fact that I lost a paycheck and we'll probably never play that room again. I thought we were through with the drama ...

To say that I am disappointed is an understatement. I understand her position, and indeed can fully appreciate it; but I had expected better from her. There is the dreaded Band Meeting on Thursday, when hopefully everyone can get everything out in the open and get things squared away. Unfortunately, I have the sense that this is going to involve the Grizzled Veteran Gigster / Voice of Reason and Experience (i.e. me) delivering the lecture on How Things Work. To everyone.

There are no guarantees in this line of work, especially in these times of economic woe. Our current trajectory of playing the animal clubs is decent money, but ultimately a dead end, and we have very nearly already reached it. There are no appropriate venues for us to play here in town unless we play for next to nothing, which I am not willing to do no matter how many of your friends will show up. And several other Unfortunate Truths about the music business at the bottom of the food chain.

We have three rights: the right to work, the right to pay to work, and the right to suffer the consequences of our work.
We have three obligations: the obligation to work, the obligation to pay to work, and the obligation to suffer the consequences of our work.