I have a guest blogger today, the great Midwest by way of Southeast songwriter, Robbie Fulks. Here he is “blogviating” (he made that up, clever devil) about the secret thrill of watching music on (flat screen) tv.
You can follow the link to his full post — he is not really a guest blogger, more like my electronic captive.
Last night (December 3) I was flipping channels on my barn-door-size flatscreen TV and saw a middle-aged rock band playing. Sounded good at first, then better, and I kept with it for a good 40 minutes. Turns out it was R.E.M., the Georgia quartet, augmented by two other players. No kidding! If you look in here at my site very often, you must know that rock music, or whatever it’s called — American commercial youth music — is not my thing. In fact I have come to despise it with a wide, open heart. There are broadly speaking three reasons people are attracted to music enough to come to a performance. They like the sound of it, they like the people playing it, or they like the thought of themselves being at the performance. Rock music, almost by definition, because it’s marketed so relentlessly, thrives on the third and silliest appeal. The event-ness of a show in a venue of several thousand seats and upwards, the quasi-religious sensations aroused by being a tiny violin in a massed orchestra of coordinated human emotion, are impossible to discount. Like evangelists, rock musicians need almost superhuman strength to avoid degrading themselves and their craft. The situation is naturally criminogenic.
I will have to look up “criminogenic” — does not sound good. I saw Robbie and Gjersoe at Don Quixote’s in Felton, CA about a year ago and they were perty good.
Above is a portrait I took of him backstage at WUIS radio show in Springfield, IL, summer, 2009. (He was with a pregnant Jenny Scheinman).
Feel free to comment on his post, on his post.
Here is link to ACL page about the appearance:
P.S. He actually says “bloviate” not “blogviate” which is another new one on me. I have tagged “words” for this post.