I like Halloween. For me, it’s not a morbid time focusing on death and decay, it’s a time of creativity. What other holiday allows people to dress however they want no matter how mature, professional and well-respected in the community they’re trying to be? On what other holiday can we sew together our own wardrobe and pretend to be a character we’re most definitely not. We can make up who we are or we can pretend to be a character from history, from television, from a comic book or cartoon. I view Halloween as a creative and theatrical moment in time. It’s a perfect holiday for actors and performers in general. We love it!
And contrary to what some might think, it’s not a celebration of death but a way to laugh at something that scares us more than anything else in this world. We can’t prevent our own deaths or the deaths of our loved ones but we can laugh at it. What else can we do?
So we dress up as dead people and laugh. We all know deep, down inside that someday our bodies will resemble those costumes but…ooh…we don’t want to think about that.
Winter is coming…
For most people, winter is a sad time, a time when things die…
Yes, you’re only human, but… you don’t need to look like one.
Have you ever dressed up to look like a monster, then taken a look at yourself in the mirror (or on a video?) and realized that you actually look pretty good that way? Well, I have… sort of.
Last Saturday, I (Meria/Haunted Gypsy) played guitar at the HP Lovecraft Art Show in Elmwood Village. A basement called “the Atrium” was filled with artists and their work. Yep, it was a venue filled with spooky paintings and sculptures. Monsters everywhere! Just my kind of environment. Not to be a conformist or anything, but since everyone was focused on monstrosity, I wanted to be a monster too.
It’s a land where most of us musicians gravitate toward—this Land of the Gigs.
It’s good land, but
it’s not inexpensive, and it does have its hazards. We seek it out ‘cause we like to play, and we want others to listen to us play. Not sure why, but a lot of us do. Those of us who write songs are communicating our sorrow, angst or joy. Maybe we’re telling a story. It may be personal. It may just be a silly, shallow bunch of words we put together for lyrics to make our song. But it’s our baby, that song. And we’re sharing it with you. You may not like it. Maybe it’s boring. Possibly it’s not well-written. Perhaps we shouldn’t share it with you at all? But it’s a part of us that we’re sharing with you and it’s something you won’t find anywhere else. Like a small, locally-owned family business, we undiscovered musicians are unique to your city or town. We reflect our surroundings–both our inner mental and our exterior physical environments affect our songwriting and performing. That reflection will always be unique–for better or worse. You won’t find it at Walmart and you won’t find it on corporate-consoled mainstream radio. You’ll only find it here, and if we aren’t allowed to perform publicly, you may never hear it again.
I find it inspiring to play in front of an enthused crowd, but it’s also demoralizing to play in front of an unenthused crowd.
An unenthused audience can prompt the performer to work harder at grabbing attention and pleasing a picky audience. Frankly, you the audience are casting your vote when you choose not to listen. What you’re telling the musicians and the venue is: “We don’t want to hear it, and we don’t like it!” When you choose not to see local musicians perform but to pay a lot of money to hear national acts instead you’re casting your vote for the national acts. You’re making a statement that says, “We don’t want local musicians to play at our venues. We only want to hear music performed by famous people.” Hey, that’s okay. No worries. Your choice. You like what you like, right?
Just know that you are making a choice. You are casting a vote. Just
like no one forces you to shop at Walmart when you could support local businesses instead, no one forces you to support local artists and musicians either. Do you want musicians in your area or would you rather they pack up and just go somewhere else? People, you decide. It’s all about you!
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Caffeology, a little coffee shop on Allen Street in the infamous Allentown district of Buffalo. We had a little crowd that included a few fellow infringers—actress El-the-Mime, painter John Farallo and Ms. Sophie T., among them. We also had an unexpected guest who wandered in and reminded me we were in an heavily traversed urban area exposed to a major street containing a wide cast of characters. An audience member or a heckler? She wandered in and approached me at the microphone as she invited herself to a duet. I asked her what she wanted to sing, she said, “Whatever,” so I invited her to sing “Whatever” into the microphone. She did. It went like this:
And a passable rendition of “whatever” she did slur into the mic. The scent of alcohol perfumed the air. I jokingly thanked her for “whatever-ing” into the mic but suggested this was not a good time to jam. We were performing a show for an audience after all.
Unfortunately, her inebriated state caused her to lose her balance and (accidentally?) grab me by the throat!
Okay, I’ve been accused of being too open, naïve, possibly too friendly when I shouldn’t be, but this I could not tolerate. I do need to breathe. So I removed her hand off of my throat, realizing the alcohol had just made her clumsy. I think she meant to pat me on the shoulder, maybe?
Now, if I were a celebrity (ha! ha!) the tabloids would have created all sorts of stories surrounding this. I might get asked about it in interviews.
“Did you worry about your safety, Ms. Gypsy?”
“Oh, gosh, no. I have security guards and I pay them well. And there’s my yellow belt in Karate…