Because I’m sick of my own stories, this month I’ll be writing
about you – not me. Keep that in mind as you read the following story about me
getting clobbered by the Incredible Canadian Hulk. It’s not about me at all. It’s
about you.
Make sense? Ok then.
First, to set the record straight – it was not a Canadian
Hulk, per se. It was a mob of Canadian
hulks – a veritable army of enormous thirteenth-graders, wider than they were
tall. They were going to kill us, and we could not complain because the violence
was legitimate. They had a watertight excuse for clubbing me and my friends
with their hairy knuckles until we no longer knew what year it was.
They were a rugby team.
And so were we, of course. In high school I was thin and
unathletic; I wore thick glasses and my self-esteem had still not quite
recovered from the knee-high socks I’d worn well into junior high. When my
family moved to Europe and enrolled me in an
international school, it was a chance to start again. True, I’d be terrible at
rugby – but so would all the other idiot Americans who joined the team with me.
Most of us barely understood the rules. The European kids at our school all
played soccer.
Thus I found myself in a field one Autumn with 14 other
ignorant Americans, squealing like muddy pigs as a team of kids from a Canadian
boarding school trounced us on their own turf. Canadians stay in high school
until age 19, and these guys had apparently used the extra year to undergo
intensive hormone therapies. They were colossal. They played dirty. And they
crushed us into powder.
You know what? It felt great.
It’s no fun getting pummeled, naturally. But getting
pummeled with your friends – ah, that’s a different story. We helped each other
up. We cursed the ref together. We had a common enemy – sorry, Canadians! – and
we were united in our hatred of them.
But this is about you, remember? So I’ll get to the point:
It’s better on a team.
Music is hard. It’s hard to compose well and hard to record
right. It’s hard to find places to play, and even harder to get people to come
listen. It’s easy to spend lots of money on music – and hard to earn it back.
And all the new technology in the world probably won’t change that.
But it’s better on a team. Struggling is cool when there are
others struggling with you. That’s what I’ve wanted for years – to be part of a
larger group of musical comrades. To make music together, sure – but also to
simply struggle together. To
commiserate about how hard it is, and help each other do it better. To talk about what holds each of us back, and to remind each
other why it’s so important in the first place.
Other folks have tried this in various ways – Square Peg in Nashville,
or AMS in Chicago. We’re trying it here with The
Guild. It’s what I want to be about. It’s what I want Backthird Audio to be
about.
It’s why I’m writing about you.
Or, more accurately, I’m hoping you’ll write about you. What I want to know now is, who’s on the
team? If you’re in the Aurora area and you do music, you are – if you want to be. So do us all a favor. Stand
up and be counted.
I’m taking a census right now, right here on the blog for
local music types. Stand up and let us know who you are! Leave a comment in the
box below telling us what you do and where you do it. Give us your website.
Tell us where to hear your music. Click “Post” – and then check back here in a
few days to see who else is on your team. Some of us are downright interesting.
Watch, I’ll be the first one: