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Originally Posted by !@#$%!
oh, right. previously i was addressing your sentence “But if you want to do this, this really has to be part of your thing.”
i was just saying no, really doesn’t have to. if he likes making content and doesn’t need the rest then that’s his business.
i don’t get the same reaction maybe cuz i grew up in a 3rd world country listening to bands i liked on cassette tapes dreaming of maybe someday seeing them live but knowing i wasn’t gonna or that they were already dead or whatever. so the live gig is not central to my experience, though they’re nice.
a funny story about a live gig i went to though.
one time this cuban singer-songwriter comes to the cuntry for some special event.
sells out a huge fucking arena. i got student tickets.
he comes in gets massive applause starts the show. he’s in the middle of singing something and suddenly the whole audience joins him for the chorus.
and after that he’s like “how is this possible? i’ve never sold a record here!”
ha ha ha ha
cassettes
anyway, i like live gigs, but i’m used to scarcity and making do with what’s at hand and listening to dead people. it’s like that lou reed radio song a little bit. how does it go
gonna copypaste the central bit
Jenny said, when she was just five years old
You know there's nothin' happening at all
Every time she put on the radio
There was nothin' goin' down at all
Not at all
One fine mornin', she puts on a New York station
And she couldn't believe what she heard at all
She started dancin' to that fine-fine-fine-fine music
Ooohhh, her life was saved by rock 'n' roll
Hey baby, rock 'n' roll
Despite all the amputation
You could dance to a rock 'n' roll station
And it was all right
It was all right
Hey babe
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im never gonna see lou reed live now. or fats. let’s play some fats.
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I gotcha. “Rock n Roll” by the Velvets is a great song too, so I’m digging your illustration of this point.
I came from White first-world privilege where in order to even really be considered a fan of something, you kinda had to see it live. At least that was the mentality.
But yeah, it’s his business, and whatever works. Just spitballing. I feel bad that I grew up in this musical epicenter where I could see bands people only dreamed about in other parts of the world. Icky.
Also saw Lou Reed. Oh my god. Magical. Not the music necessarily, just the experience of seeing this dude I’d fallen in love with in person. I barely remember the concert itself, and I feel like a fucking lame ass being so proud of it (he was just a man, right?) but I am. Made my heart happy.