#35070 by fretwork
Mon Jun 23, 2008 1:01 pm
Mon Jun 23, 2008 1:01 pm
During the 70’s when live acts was common place, bands ruled the club/bar scene, I remember guys jacking for position where to eyeball the best chick in the joint, I used to sit or stand in a place with the best view to the band, loved to watch the guys at work, naturally my attention was directed to the guitar player in the hope to learn some exotic chord or a lic but also to the overhaul band sound.
After the mid to late 70’ all came to a F#% screeching halt when the F%#*Disco came in, from that point on if you wanted to gig you had to play that sh*t and look the part too, Disco came with a look, chicks had to have hair big enough to power a sailboat and with enough make up to paint a Buick while guys with platform shoes, bell bottom pants and vest or leather jackets looked like pimps.
But the nail that sealed Rock & Roll's coffin and the live acts for good were the DJ, these talentless pseudo musicians, record spinning gasholes with their $50 bucks at night fee put live acts out of business at least in my neck of the woods.
I don’t think live acts to this day have fully recovered from these two mother f#%& manmade disasters, although Disco thankfully has slipped for the most part into oblivion, DJ’s still linger on, it is not uncommon for me to dream to wrap a turntable around a DJ’s neck and when this happens even if it is just a dream, I wake up smiling.
How was it for you, can you relate?
Sorry for the outburst, my shrink advised me to do it.
After the mid to late 70’ all came to a F#% screeching halt when the F%#*Disco came in, from that point on if you wanted to gig you had to play that sh*t and look the part too, Disco came with a look, chicks had to have hair big enough to power a sailboat and with enough make up to paint a Buick while guys with platform shoes, bell bottom pants and vest or leather jackets looked like pimps.
But the nail that sealed Rock & Roll's coffin and the live acts for good were the DJ, these talentless pseudo musicians, record spinning gasholes with their $50 bucks at night fee put live acts out of business at least in my neck of the woods.
I don’t think live acts to this day have fully recovered from these two mother f#%& manmade disasters, although Disco thankfully has slipped for the most part into oblivion, DJ’s still linger on, it is not uncommon for me to dream to wrap a turntable around a DJ’s neck and when this happens even if it is just a dream, I wake up smiling.
How was it for you, can you relate?
Sorry for the outburst, my shrink advised me to do it.