Almost got into a fist fight on Saturday. I had a punter tell me I wasn’t real musician because I had a day job. He was the real deal because music was his passion, he’d just travelled the country playing drums and never got paid for one gig.
He wore this like a badge of honour. He was proud of the fact he never accepted a cent for performing. He was actually offended, to the point of aggression, when he realised we were being paid to play the “lame cover songs” that his girlfriend had been dancing to all night.
The fellow just couldn’t accept that someone could enjoy playing different styles of music, or you know need money to pay a mortgage.
It’s been a long while since I’ve felt that close to a fight, but this guy was ready punch-on just to prove he was a more passionate musician.
Other than that It was an outstanding gig at a beach-side pub.
He wore this like a badge of honour. He was proud of the fact he never accepted a cent for performing. He was actually offended, to the point of aggression, when he realised we were being paid to play the “lame cover songs” that his girlfriend had been dancing to all night.
The fellow just couldn’t accept that someone could enjoy playing different styles of music, or you know need money to pay a mortgage.
It’s been a long while since I’ve felt that close to a fight, but this guy was ready punch-on just to prove he was a more passionate musician.
Other than that It was an outstanding gig at a beach-side pub.