Tuesday, 15 May 2012

London, how you can suck them in and spit them out

Some close friends and fellow musicians told me the sad news today that they have decided to pull the plug on London. They have been here for several years, since the turned 20 pretty much, and have been writing/recording and gigging their music ever since. To really have a go, like so many others here, they chose to work low commitment, flexible low-paid jobs. The kind you fucking hate, but that leave you in no doubt as to why you 'chose' them in the first place. A means to an end in the strongest sense of the word.

So what is the end then? To get to be part of London's incredibly vibrant music scene where, despite the staggering number of ground-breaking class acts, everyone gets to play to decent-sized, attentive crowds of die hard music lovers, right?

yeah, and Boris Johnson loves bicycles...

London can really fucking suck it out of you. Not just financially.
If only the music scene was as good as you would imagine the London music scene to be, but really, unless your band is big enough to fill a Shepherd's Bush size venue, you are just going to be another empty bag of tricks, when the gutless blood-sucking promoters and 'venue' owners have surgically removed every last trace of appreciation of what you do from the 8-band-4-hour-marathons they incessantly block the ears of innocents with.

Well dear friends, I wish you the very best for the future. May your music flourish wildly under the bluest skies of day, and your imaginations travel uninterrupted across the clearest skies of night.

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