Thursday, November 12, 2009

Inspiration's what you are to me. Inspiration...look...see.

Sometimes events have a way of spinning you 180 degrees. As an independent, no-label, too-old for the masses, niche market musician, one might take the recent awards show as a possible sign of the ....yeah, the sign over the newly-christened Apocalypse City Hall of Apocalypse City, on Apocalypse Street. That sign, they one they unveiled last night may be a harbinger, alright.

But one might expect to have their expectations unexpectedly excepted.

Enter Facebook, deflecting my initial dismay in regards to the - let's face it - whoring of all that I call Holy, the de-legitimization of my entire career path, the raping of my tender Muses by Vandals at the Pools of Inspiration, the televised Charade Semi-Finals at the School of the Blind... into a net positive. After a few posts and much venting, I'm all better today.

Just support your local musicians, in whatever town you live in, in whatever genre they exist.

Just do a Patron of the Arts.

Download an independent artist's album tonight, as penance for watching that TV.

Throw a $5 into the tip jar instead of a $1.

Go see a live show and tell the band they were good, if indeed they were.

What else can you do?


Blogger John Williams said...

There were some good points. Darius looked happy and it was infectious. Lots of very pretty women. They thanked vets several times. Despite what it has become Country is still far better than anything else.

Your advice to consume more independent music is a good one but even more powerful would be to become an independent musician.

13/11/09 11:30  

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