Ok that is just not true. I have seen some incredibly artful tits in full color.
But I got you to read the first line, and that’s the point I’d like to make.
Let me further illustrate with three vignettes:
#1 Blue Ball Eyed Soul
A while ago I was at The Grand Ole Echo, one of the only clubs I ever go to, and the Americana alt Soul Punk Pop thing the band was laying down was killing. The sardonic salty man tunes, all ironic and snarky drove me right to the merch table. Too bad there was no one there to sell me a record. (#5 Suggestion of How Not to Make Money with Music)
After the band was done I approached the main guy and chatted a bit, then asked where their next gig was. Towering above him, in my very inappropriate heels for this terrain, his sweet blue eyes looked up and he said “INSERT SLEAZY HOLLOWOOD STIP CLUB HERE”
“Really? They have bands now?” Incredulously I asked.
“They are now….” He said with big shit eating grin.
#2 Misdirection Erection
I will burn in hell for this one but the band down there is supposed to rock, so here goes.
I know these two female musicians, who shall remain nameless, and each of them went out and did the very same thing. Each of them made a video to promote a song. Each of them said the same thing when telling me all about it. Neither of them made sense.
“The band had a great time, we ran out of money” they giggled “and the dancers were sooo hot!”
“Dancers! Neat, bring back Fred and Ginger man!” I yell.
“No, not that kind of dancer, you know DANCERS!” Wink wink nudge nudge.
#3 It’s Art Cocky!
So I’m on the phone with a Tom Waits type singer songwriter who wanted some info about touring in Japan. After I gave him my thoughts, ever the networker, I asked if we might share a bill sometime, cross-pollination is good ya know.
“Oh sure, I’ll make that happen sometime (which he never did) but you gotta come check out the next show we’re gonna have topless girls onstage, you won’t want to miss it.”
“Wait…”, me gullible, “What for?”
“It’s Art.” Cocky tells me.
Well peel my fishnets and call me Madonna/Whore what will they think of next?
Sex to sell art, that’s just nutty.
Ok, so I like to go naked as you all may know, but that’s my inner hippie asserting herself.
And I’m not saying showing a little leg won’t help along the way and is a bad thing necessarily.
But employing strippers in these new and various way is beyond me. I thought it was about music. Silly me!
September 18, 2010 at 1:07 pm
Time was that musicians serious about their art were horrified or at least bemused to be playing as backing to a “burlesque” or “strip club” type show. In this generations pop music, there are plenty of performers who will supply both the music and the stripping. It certainly takes the listeners focus off the music but, in many cases, that’s what it’s all about. Befuddle with packaging to hide the jiveness of the contents. It’s all just entertainment, anyways. We had the “Rock & Wrestling Connection” in the 80′s. We could be heading into a “Boobs & Boogie” era. I can only hope that this trend makes it over to the polka world and Jimmy Sturr get’s some strippers.