Concert tickets that cost £150
are sold to the gullible twats who don't understand what real live music is about. The huge monies are for all the poncy lighting, pyrotechnics, inflatables and hangers-on that are required to entertain the brain-dead in stadium sized "venues". These distractions where the performance is either completely manufactured or so impersonal because you're 100 yards from the stage as to make it pointless attending. I know, because I've been to a few of these "concerts" and have almost invariably left with the feeling that somehow my soul had been diminished, rather than enriched, by the experience. There are, of course exceptions to this rule, but I won't digress any more atm.

About 5 years ago, I saw Franck Black (even if you don't like him, he's still "big" in the music scene) at a local venue, playing to a crowd of about 800 for a tenner. That's right, a tenner.

Why on earth does anyone think that a musician, even a very, very good one deserves untold riches for the rest of their lives for performing and recording a few songs just a few times?
( P-MONKE We're all fucked, Mon 14 Nov 2011, 22:15, 1 reply)

quite so
quite so
(teasus likes tea, Tue 15 Nov 2011, 15:33, closed)