Monday, October 29, 2012

Why would you play this place?

Well... I rarely do this, but as an addendum to my original write-up of Fuel, it's probably worth noting that I've undersold how poorly this place treats, represents, and reproduces the sound of bands. 

The stand-out problem is still the bad, bad sound... but my initial complaint was something I assumed was the sound guy's preference: running everything through the mains.  Now it's obvious the people running sound at Fuel are just incompetent. A goth/industrial show went spectacularly wrong, as the programmed drums/sequenced synths weren't put through the sound system... so the audience basically had a night where one of the main elements of the music was completely missing.

The bands fought and argued and contested the inability of the sound guy to make the show audible, but musicians aren't a priority at Fuel, and aren't taken seriously.  How much respect do bands get?  Well... they weren't allowed to start playing until the football game was over, so the flat screen TVs are much more important than the bands.

Though the show started late-- don't be ridiculous: you simply cannot turn off the TVs when football is on-- all the bands did get to play... because, when half of your music can't be heard by anyone, it's not a big deal when the musicians storm off the stage.  It keeps the sets short, and you're not missing anything.

Actually, you'd miss less if you just never went to Fuel.  Bands shouldn't play there.  People who want to see bands should see them somewhere else.  With so many other venues in Seattle, why should shows (bands or audience) ever have to deal with Fuel?

Leave this place to flat screen televisions broadcasting The Big Game.

Thursday, October 11, 2012

On Stage 24 - Dare to suck

A continuing series of insights from the stage at the local club level...


Don't compare yourself, Mike...
it ain't healthy
24. This was a piece of advice dropped by Tape Op magazine, but most musicians are struggling to live up to their heroes... and never will. Just accept that you'll never be Hendrix (or Entwhistle or Miles Davis or whoever) and you'll never compare yourself favorably to the people you've idolized since you first picked up an instrument.  If you think you'll never measure up, if you think you suck, so be it-- dare to suck, and just keep playing.


  
Even limited to my experiences, this list is nowhere near complete.  I planted it as one of the first pages when I began this blog with the very first handful of points from the quickest surface skim of my gray matter.  It will continue to grow.