Plus, I don't believe the general public has any clue what the real life of working musician is like. And, if there's any way I can discourage young people from going into this as a career, then I've done something good. Before we get to the story, I'd thought we'd outline some truths, ok? O-tay.
1. Most of us have day jobs. Yes, this is true. Those who make it are a micro percentage of those who dream of the world tour, groupies and million dollar mansions. Only a select few ever get close. Even fewer last beyond one album. This day job also gives us the option to turn down ridiculous ripoff offers from club owners, bartering brides who keep upping the ante while lowering the pay or to just say no to the endless freebies that every half-assed, self-named promoter tries to pawn off as "good exposure." The day job is leverage. The best exposure is word-of-mouth.
2. We are invisible. At any social event, you can count on the musicians being even lower in status than the caterer. In fact, I would bet that once the event is over, most of the patrons would not be able to remember any music at all. Such are my own powers of invisibility that I once was accused of not being at a wedding. That is to say, a friend of the family turned the matter over to a lawyer because they were informed that in fact, there was no guitarist at said wedding and charging for such was fraudulent. Ridiculous, but true.
Yes, I am the invisible guitarist. Come see me at The Copa.
Some gigs you play for money, others lean toward the elusive "art." The best is when you can combine both.
Then, a gal appears with a dolly. She was, as LiLi describes, "struggling with her high heels." Had I noticed this, gentle readers, you would color me gay.