Earlier tonight I went to see some industrial music. The first act I saw consisted of a young man and a young woman billed as Street Rat. They were real loud, and they didn't play instruments as we know instruments. I just saw some buttons and pads and maybe a computer keyboard. The climax to this cacophony had the young woman setting fire to four one dollar bills in front of the little stage.
I traded CDs with her after their brief set. She was from Miami, and she and her friend from Austin just came up with this one composition for this one show. I told her that I was too scared to buy music like hers back in the day, and she laughed at that.
I wanted to see if the Facebook friend who recommended this bill would show up, so I brought my latest CD. He never showed, so I made good on the trade for the Street Rat CD.
Today the image of Harvey Pekar throwing his comic books down a bottomless well from one of his stories came to mind. I worked so hard on this CD, and I'm tired of twisting people's arms to give me feedback. I contacted a booker with a link to my bandcamp.com page, but if the underwhelming response from the people I've sent the record to is any indicator, than I can probably just write him off as far as getting a gig. Oh well, I've only got three and a half more full length albums worth of material to document in the next couple of years, so not getting my wing-wang sucked by super models over this one shouldn't bother me too much. Maybe it'll happen with the next one, or the one after that, or the one after.....
I traded CDs with her after their brief set. She was from Miami, and she and her friend from Austin just came up with this one composition for this one show. I told her that I was too scared to buy music like hers back in the day, and she laughed at that.
I wanted to see if the Facebook friend who recommended this bill would show up, so I brought my latest CD. He never showed, so I made good on the trade for the Street Rat CD.
Today the image of Harvey Pekar throwing his comic books down a bottomless well from one of his stories came to mind. I worked so hard on this CD, and I'm tired of twisting people's arms to give me feedback. I contacted a booker with a link to my bandcamp.com page, but if the underwhelming response from the people I've sent the record to is any indicator, than I can probably just write him off as far as getting a gig. Oh well, I've only got three and a half more full length albums worth of material to document in the next couple of years, so not getting my wing-wang sucked by super models over this one shouldn't bother me too much. Maybe it'll happen with the next one, or the one after that, or the one after.....
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