You have good nights and bad nights. A couple weeks ago a band I played in played at the tote. There were about a hundred and fifty people there which is a big crowd for me. It was the first show back in ages for this band, who’ve been around for years (I’m just the new bassist, riding on their coattails) and people were really psyched on it.
The next day I played to five or six people in a living room. It sucked carrying my bass cab up the stairs and it was cold, and I definitely caught myself wondering a couple times why I was doing this when I could be home warm, with my beautiful girlfriend and our little dog. But then I played with two of my favorite people to make music with, and saw an incredibly inspiring band deliver some of the raddest econochrist-y hardcore I’ve seen in years, and knew that it had been worth it.
I’m finding it harder to stomach people complaining about playing to two people, or about how no one wants to contribute to their kickstarter. I’m finding it difficult to have patience with people who hear a sound made by bands that have been working at it for a while, and come to what they’re playing organically, and decide that if they start a band copying that same shit, they should somehow automatically be granted access to the same shows, fans, whatever, without having worked for it.
Here’s the thing: bands are dumb, and futile. They’re incredibly awesome distractions and they’re so goddamn fulfilling that I’m still doing it 15 years after the bug first hit me, sitting here in a cold room full of half working vintage music gear while most people my age own their own houses by now. But in the long run, it’s just a fucking band. There’s nothing ultimately that special that you can play a guitar and get some shows. In fact if you look at it from a sociological perspective it’s actually the end result of massive privileges a large proportion of the worlds population don’t have. So why should you expect anything at all from that?
Being in a band is a lot of work. But it’s work we take on voluntarily. I mean, in saying that, if I wasn’t playing music I’d be fucking miserable, but I COULD give his all up if I have to, unlike say my job. So, if you’re putting in all that work for some nebulous idea of a reward, maybe you’re better off devoting that energy to a career in middle management? Because now more than ever there’s no money or fame here. And does the cold, uncaring and kinda shitty universe need your music? Nope. The world won’t stop turning if you don’t release that 7”.
I came up in a time when so many awesome bands barely even played a show or two before calling it a day, let alone made a recording. It’s not a god given right to have your songs out on three colours of vinyl. People realize that right?
Look it fucking sucks when no one comes to your shows, and I applaud the shit out of people who put out record after record just because they love it (word to we empty rooms and no patience) without the expectation that people will buy it. And I hate busting my arse to have it all fall flat too. I’m not arguing with people’s right to complain about those things. But if you’re getting bummed out because the general public isn’t delivering you the accolades you feel you deserve, you’re a fucking idiot and should ask yourself why you’re playing music.
Because the world doesn’t owe You dick just because you farted out a couple of tracks of progressive ambient blackened shoegaze screamo technical grind folk witch house punk metal. And sometimes people just feel like staying home and watching tv. If what you’re playing matters to you you’ll still do it if no ones watching.
And yeah it fucking sucks when you can’t even make enough to pay the mixer, but we keep coming back, don’t we?
I’m selling four original drawings that were part of that art I did for At Dark’s forthcoming 10”
Marathon had a van stack on tour earlier this year. Fortunately no one was injured but they’ve incurred a MASSIVE insurance bill, out of all proportion to the damage done. If you’ve ever played in a band that’s traveled you’ll understand how much hire companies will screw you over something like this, how crippling and disproportionate the bill can be, and how easily such things can happen despite all attempts at safety.
The drawings are all around 12 by 24-ish centimeters . They were done with pencil and various inks on cartridge paper so there’s some variation in the colouring thanks to pen strokes and the like. I’ve taken close up photos of each one to convey that. You’re not getting a perfectly colour balanced print of the image. You’re getting something way better: the original, pulled straight from my sketchbook, and the only one in existence.
I realise I’m not a big famous artist or particularly good or original anything like that, but I wanted to help my friends out and figure getting something hand made is a cool way to do that. I spent an average of eight or ten hours on each picture so you’re getting something that I put a lot of effort in to and I hope that makes it that little bit more special.
Or no one could bid on this and I could look like a total dickhole. Either way. If we even get $20 together for Marathon then it’s been a success.
So, you can comment on the picture you like with your bid. If you wish to bid anonymously or aren’t on facebook you can email your bid to dasebeard at gmail dot com and I’ll update it for you. 100% OF WHAT YOU PAY WILL GO STRAIGHT TO MARATHON. I’ll take care of the shipping myself.
AUCTION ENDS AT 3:00PM MONDAY 16th JULY 2012. You don’t have to pay me on that date, but would need payment within a week.
Thanks heaps for caring, for liking these silly things I draw in front of the tv, and helping some good people out of a shitty situation.