It's 2 AM and now we are 3 successful open mind nights down.
Funny, I've allowed myself to feel reluctant to just put down my thoughts, sin filter or censor, simply because of disconcerting remarks we've received as a band about what we do and what we say...how we dress even.
I suppose that in some senses, when criticism arises towards art it somehow equates to accomplishment. Crabs in a bucket only pull down another crab that might be close to getting out of the bucket.
But, forget all that.
The brilliant thing is, every month, rain or shine, you show up. Maybe it's not you, but it's probably someone like you...
You show up and you respect in the audience, and you respect when you play, and YOU make it cool to be informed. left of center. independent. progressive. whatever you want to call it.
An entire room will sing loud-voiced and starry eyed to Zombie or Hey Jude...but that same audience will holler and shriek when an amazing guitarist is pounding out love in the form of taps and rhythm on his acoustic.
The point of all this is, I feel that all of us crabs will escape the bucket...once we give the same importance to our music and our arts that we have given to music and art from the west.
And I think we're doing it...
there's just always more to be done.
good night
mad love.
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