We’re still listening to music and doing radio shows. One of these days, I’ll get around to posting a show list. I’d like those names to get on the Internet, because otherwise, be you not a big buzzy artist that media likes, no one outside your immediate circle will ever hear of you.
It blows my mind how often I look up an artist I remember from way back in the last decade and realize that they have vanished. Remember “Baserock Baby” by Beeda Weeda? They be gone. Great song too, from right around the time Calvin did “Born In the Eighties.” There are others, one offs by local groups whose songs got picked up by some mp3 blog (how I loved them) and got a tiny bit of buzz for a little while. If I have a genre, that’s it — small, underloved, great things. Hmmmm, who does that remind me of?
Well, that is neither here nor there. Music moves on, although as far as I can tell, it hasn’t changed all that much in that whole long period since 2001 when I reconnected with it after leaving Boston for small town Vermont. Gone the insane (and insanely affordable) club scene, where you could see anybody, man! All the great indie bands came through, annually, semiannually, whatever. You could stand right there in the front row in a hot dark smoky club