{"id":20648,"date":"2015-11-11T08:00:16","date_gmt":"2015-11-11T13:00:16","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.yiddishecup.com\/blog\/?p=20648"},"modified":"2015-11-11T08:36:39","modified_gmt":"2015-11-11T13:36:39","slug":"im-out-of-the-music-business","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.yiddishecup.com\/blog\/2015\/11\/11\/im-out-of-the-music-business\/","title":{"rendered":"I’M OUT OF THE MUSIC BUSINESS"},"content":{"rendered":"

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I used<\/strong> <\/span>to play a lot of gigs and nobody listened. I once did a gig where pillows were strewn on the floor, and the audience literally nodded out. They went in and out of consciousness. One guy, awakening after an hour, yelled, \u201cYou suck!\u201d That was it.<\/p>\n

\"nodding<\/a><\/p>\n

Now I play for myself. I write a lot of lyrics. The downside to lyric-writing is the English language is so limited — all that moon\/spoon\/June kind of shit. Another problem: everybody thinks they can write, so everybody is so quick to judge.<\/p>\n

I\u2019m amazed how many musicians are still gigging — what, with nobody listening. I used to play weddings. I was in a klezmer wedding band for years. I was embattled, mostly with myself. I made latkes<\/em> with that band, but “Hava Nagila” every weekend nearly killed me. Throw my instruments on the curb, where tourists can play them — if tourists are around here. Throw my axes out the window. Throw my suitcase out there too.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Are you<\/strong> <\/span>listening?\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

No, I didn’t think so.
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—
\nThis is a fake profile. Yiddishe Cup is around — in its 28th year! (<\/small><\/i>Nineteen percent of this post is stolen from a Clark Coolidge interview from the Poetry Project Newsletter<\/em>, Feb\/March 2013.)\u00a0 <\/small><\/i><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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