Its tough. I wanted to be a rock star or at least have a career in music from when I was a child prodigy pianist at the age of 10. I gave it a 100% effort up until I was 26. Thats 16 years or sweating, sacrificing and dedicating myself to music. I worked in a recording studio, I toured, I tried everything and I came really close a bunch of times. Locally.. I was a rock star. Financially... NOPE.
I loved everything about music. Writing it, gigging, recording, the chicks, the fans.. EVERYTHING.
The problem was being 26 years old and working in a car wash because I couldn't get a good job (Ted Nugent told me to quit college.. its a long story). I couldn't get a good job for several reasons:
Hair down to my ass
I usually didn't get home until 5:30am if I got home at all.
The only thing I was really good at was music
I always hear famous people on TV talk about chasing your dream and never giving up. Thats easy for them to say when they are zillionaires. Only a small percentage of anybody in the entertainment industry actually gets famous or makes any money.
I am not trying to piss on your parade.. although it sounds like I am...
I am just a fairly bitter musician who never made it.
For me.. personally.. its the most tragic thing I could ever have imagined.
I am so glad my 3 kids aren't musicians.
My oldest son is a state champion wrestler, junior class treasurer, a scholar athlete and can't wait to go to college.
My middle daughter is a straigh A student, a cheerleader and she wants to be an attorney.
My youngest hasn't figured it out yet but she is very smart.
The all love school and can't wait to go to college.
I hated school and the only thing that mattered to me was my band. I couldn't wait to graduate so that I could go out on tour and make $50.00 a night (and that was a good night).
I remember one day working at the car wash (for $5.00 per hour + tips.. yippee) when it occured to me that my non-musician friends were starting to graduate college and get good jobs. They would pull into the Greenwich car wash in new BMW's or other REALLY nice cars, with hot girlfriends and all kinds of plans involving buying a house or how great their jobs are. They would comment on how great I must be doing with my band and that its so cool and they can't wait to see me play and how I was going to be famous blah.. blah.. blah...
I would think about what they said when I got into my 1971 rusted out Plymouth Scamp and went home to my apartment with the metal walls and cooked up some Steak-ums on the stove. Luckily the car would start most of the time and $5.00 worth of gas would get me to rehearsal and back.
There are alot of musicians here who gig.
You know what used to really surprise me at every show?
The fact that most of the crowd actually thought that we got paid well and that we must be doing great. Most of them thought that the band was our source of income.
Here was the breakdown for one of my bands:
I worked at a car wash until I got a "REALLY" good job delivering restaurant supplies in a ratty truck down in the Bowery in Brooklyn
My drummer was a greens keeper at the golf course. he was unemplyed in the winter and lived home with his parents.
My bass player worked in the shipping department at a copier company called Savin Copiers. He had the best job out of all of us. He supplied most of the drugs and booze for our "tours". He would also pay off DJ's to play our record by "donating" a copier machine to them.
Jeri... keep chasing your dream. Just don't ruin your life doing it. Maybe a 10 city tour is not the best route if you have tons of bills, if its causing you to lose bandmates and it could possibly cost you your job if you can't get the time off.
Just my .02
I loved everything about music. Writing it, gigging, recording, the chicks, the fans.. EVERYTHING.
The problem was being 26 years old and working in a car wash because I couldn't get a good job (Ted Nugent told me to quit college.. its a long story). I couldn't get a good job for several reasons:
Hair down to my ass
I usually didn't get home until 5:30am if I got home at all.
The only thing I was really good at was music
I always hear famous people on TV talk about chasing your dream and never giving up. Thats easy for them to say when they are zillionaires. Only a small percentage of anybody in the entertainment industry actually gets famous or makes any money.
I am not trying to piss on your parade.. although it sounds like I am...
I am just a fairly bitter musician who never made it.
For me.. personally.. its the most tragic thing I could ever have imagined.
I am so glad my 3 kids aren't musicians.
My oldest son is a state champion wrestler, junior class treasurer, a scholar athlete and can't wait to go to college.
My middle daughter is a straigh A student, a cheerleader and she wants to be an attorney.
My youngest hasn't figured it out yet but she is very smart.
The all love school and can't wait to go to college.
I hated school and the only thing that mattered to me was my band. I couldn't wait to graduate so that I could go out on tour and make $50.00 a night (and that was a good night).
I remember one day working at the car wash (for $5.00 per hour + tips.. yippee) when it occured to me that my non-musician friends were starting to graduate college and get good jobs. They would pull into the Greenwich car wash in new BMW's or other REALLY nice cars, with hot girlfriends and all kinds of plans involving buying a house or how great their jobs are. They would comment on how great I must be doing with my band and that its so cool and they can't wait to see me play and how I was going to be famous blah.. blah.. blah...
I would think about what they said when I got into my 1971 rusted out Plymouth Scamp and went home to my apartment with the metal walls and cooked up some Steak-ums on the stove. Luckily the car would start most of the time and $5.00 worth of gas would get me to rehearsal and back.
There are alot of musicians here who gig.
You know what used to really surprise me at every show?
The fact that most of the crowd actually thought that we got paid well and that we must be doing great. Most of them thought that the band was our source of income.
Here was the breakdown for one of my bands:
I worked at a car wash until I got a "REALLY" good job delivering restaurant supplies in a ratty truck down in the Bowery in Brooklyn
My drummer was a greens keeper at the golf course. he was unemplyed in the winter and lived home with his parents.
My bass player worked in the shipping department at a copier company called Savin Copiers. He had the best job out of all of us. He supplied most of the drugs and booze for our "tours". He would also pay off DJ's to play our record by "donating" a copier machine to them.
Jeri... keep chasing your dream. Just don't ruin your life doing it. Maybe a 10 city tour is not the best route if you have tons of bills, if its causing you to lose bandmates and it could possibly cost you your job if you can't get the time off.
Just my .02
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