So I went to a local electronic show tonight. It was free, early, on a Thursday night. I went because I thought I might enjoy the music, see friends, and write a little bit. I did all those things. I caught the end of a trainwrecking DJ set. I know mistakes happen, to anyone. I’m fine with that. But when a DJ has a local techno radio show and regularly trainwrecks to such a degree that I can’t listen to it at all, and then does the same thing tonight, well … Then was the electronic, sort of noise, interesting hip hop, live set by a local musician. Once it got going, it felt pretty fun. I was just sitting by myself, having a drink, writing some thoughts down, listening to music. Yes, I do that. I like it.
Anyway, the early show was supposed to go until 11pm. Reasonable night for me, especially since I’ve got big dance all night plans tomorrow night! The place was not that crowded. It’s Ypsilanti. Thursday night. 8-11PM. You’ve got to know that a small crowd was what you were going to get. Come 10:30, I look up to see the musician sitting with his girlfriend/wife (?) talking. Fine, normal. Then the song ends. Silence. People look around. Musician says, “Yeah, I’m done.” Oh you are? Diva. You’re done for the night? A half hour early? I hope you’re not getting paid, sweetheart. Because that’s beyond diva bullshit.
I adore divas. Love the diva. Straight men who are divas, even better. But being a diva doesn’t mean you straight up fuck shit up. Do you know where you are? You’ve had a few releases on a good label, an album in 2008, then a few tracks since then, sparsely here and there. You’re in southeast Michigan. Any idea how many brilliant musicians are here? Brilliant. In Detroit, Ypsilanti, Ann Arbor, etcetera. And if we look at just the electronic musicians. Brilliant, amazing people. And you’re going to slap a few sounds down and turn in early? Please. All these incredible musicians around here, who regularly play to a crowd of seven. And play the shit out of that crowd. Of seven. Can you imagine how that must feel? Not everybody likes to play to seven people. Sometimes they get to play to a full club in Detroit. Some of them travel internationally and play to thousands. We get to hear these musicans play music, records, songs, whatever, for us in intimate clubs with so few people, sometimes, that I could do cartwheels. I probably should next time. Doesn’t mean anything. It just means I’m spoiled here and I know it.
And this man had friends there to see him. Your seven friends came out to see you, and you treat them like that? For real? Are you sure?
I don’t normally write/say negative shit like this publicly. Why waste my time making people uncomfortable, or even angry. I like to write about what I like. But this was beyond necessary, or reasonable.
Whatever, I’m going to go listen to some real house music. Turn it up!