Some artists are assholes
Ryan Adams this week was absolutely glorious, even if he is a complete weirdo in person (he congratulated me on my bone structure? Thanks? And felt Marc's guitarist calluses. I don't know) and it was nice to have a bit of a field trip with Marcus before we are lovingly threatening to kill one another for the next 8 weeks. Wig's ears are mostly cleared as well, which is a welcome relief to everyone not to watch him shake his head over and over and over. Plus, God damn, they smell when they're infected (spew) and he doesn't get to sleep on the bed because of it, poor sausage.
Had a nice quiet evening with Joe last night, no mobiles or band talk or anything. And! there were puppies involved down round the shelter, followed by a bit of proper old school romanticism that my husband should have a PhD in. Not a bad way to top off the week. Just finishing up the last demo we have to send to Paul before we move into the studio next weekend. Deep breath and a pause to remember what it's like to have a life for a bit before recording and promos and festival season starts.
Joe told me about this folk singer, Michelle Shocked, who's been around since the 80's but this past week has basically committed career suicide by going on this out of nowhere on-stage (in San Fransisco no less!) rant about homosexuality being a sin, and (she says jokingly, the audience has mixed opinions) telling them to go on Twitter and say that 'Michelle Shocked says god hates fags.' Well, I agree. God probably wouldn't be big on smoking, but I also have a feeling he wouldn't give a toss about who was loving who as long as they weren't spewing vitriol like that. What a cunt.
She then went on to have all but two of her gigs for the entire year canceled. Including some large-scale festival appearances, and an international leg of her tour, including a gig in Kings Cross, which is how this whole mess got on the radar over here. I'm all for artistic expression. Fucking hell, look at our tour wardrobe (or my actual wardrobe I have been told on more than one occasion...) and I know that The Strays have had a few soapbox-y moments in our run. I've been told ad nauseam what Mozzer has to say about the smell of cooking meat to the royal family, and seen enough Ted Nugent interviews to last me a lifetime, but just...what the fuck do you get out of that? At best, you have the crowd agreeing with you - making you all ignorant wankstains, and at worst, you have... well, this, really. Blacklisted and banned for life at venues across the globe; fans who have abandoned you after 20 years of faithful following; and newbs like me, writing about what a dick you are in my little blog.
In the word of my favourite author: Rise of the Idiots.
Had a nice quiet evening with Joe last night, no mobiles or band talk or anything. And! there were puppies involved down round the shelter, followed by a bit of proper old school romanticism that my husband should have a PhD in. Not a bad way to top off the week. Just finishing up the last demo we have to send to Paul before we move into the studio next weekend. Deep breath and a pause to remember what it's like to have a life for a bit before recording and promos and festival season starts.
Joe told me about this folk singer, Michelle Shocked, who's been around since the 80's but this past week has basically committed career suicide by going on this out of nowhere on-stage (in San Fransisco no less!) rant about homosexuality being a sin, and (she says jokingly, the audience has mixed opinions) telling them to go on Twitter and say that 'Michelle Shocked says god hates fags.' Well, I agree. God probably wouldn't be big on smoking, but I also have a feeling he wouldn't give a toss about who was loving who as long as they weren't spewing vitriol like that. What a cunt.
She then went on to have all but two of her gigs for the entire year canceled. Including some large-scale festival appearances, and an international leg of her tour, including a gig in Kings Cross, which is how this whole mess got on the radar over here. I'm all for artistic expression. Fucking hell, look at our tour wardrobe (or my actual wardrobe I have been told on more than one occasion...) and I know that The Strays have had a few soapbox-y moments in our run. I've been told ad nauseam what Mozzer has to say about the smell of cooking meat to the royal family, and seen enough Ted Nugent interviews to last me a lifetime, but just...what the fuck do you get out of that? At best, you have the crowd agreeing with you - making you all ignorant wankstains, and at worst, you have... well, this, really. Blacklisted and banned for life at venues across the globe; fans who have abandoned you after 20 years of faithful following; and newbs like me, writing about what a dick you are in my little blog.
In the word of my favourite author: Rise of the Idiots.