I am a Los Angeles-based twentysomething. I have a profession, and I have a secret life in music, and this blog isn't about any of that. I like Blogger because I can't read what you're thinking.
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Thursday, September 9
ONE-WAY TICKET TO HALF NOTES
I don't think I watch "too much" live music. I watch more than most people, but, hey, it doesn't hurt anybody. It's expensive, but I know how to budget (I've *never* been in debt -- how's that for a millenial accomplishment?) and I certainly know when a show might not be worth my coin, so it doesn't hurt my credit score or anything like that. Most importantly, a live show never has priority over work, family, or important events, so, hey, it's all in good intentions.
It's easy to dismiss a night of going out to a show as wasted time that could better be put to [fill in the blank]. I just don't buy that. Don't get me wrong, I have boatloads (boatloads!) of fun at live shows, but I learn way more at them. To me, it's like alternative night school. There are shows that will teach you more in 2 hours than you've ever learned in, frankly, all of your college career (re: Pat Metheny).
The number of musicians I know who don't frequent the live music scene astounds me. That constant inspiration is essential.
"You should save up and buy [ABC] or [XYZ] instead." Boring.
The only thing worth saving anything over, aside from protection, is travel. I haven't done enough traveling. I've done plenty of domestic traveling, but it's time to go somewhere that I have no connection to whatsoever.
I told my boss I wanted to travel to Tanzania just to check out their thriving food community.
"You're fucking weird, man."
I can never win. Ever.