Posts by merc
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I play every night to an audience of two (one has fur), some nights to five, never more than that. Been doing it for years now, last year I got an amp, the crowd were a little worried when I set it to 80's Nu Wave but they've come along with me and I'm comfortable switching between my acoustic and amp sets, though the Fur Fan just wants to hear tremolo Am with reverb up, all the time.
I'm figuring at this rate I should be able to reach the 30,000 concert mark in 10 years or so, it's demanding because I've got to be on my game every night, new material too or The Critic tells me I just rehashed last nights, and the night before and sometimes the Really Cute One in the audience, well I gotta play lo-fi every now and then.
I'm gigging, I'm playing, I'm writing new material, do the odd cover (badly) and my fans love me, what more need I? -
I have you now!
No fish for who can tell where that comes from...
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Simon, not marginalization of their work, or them really, wrong word, surely you know what I mean? A sort of attitude that somehow by pursuing creative things you are an unproductive loafer or some bloody thing. God, the margin, that moves hourly for me.
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Simon G, important point you make yes, I support myself and my family, with help from my family of course, but I don't begrudge others getting grants, now, after therapy and introspection. And look I can post poems on a political blog, under past rightwing govts, you think I'd be posting them on Kiwiblog?
Less marginalization for artists (creative people, whatever) is a good thing and that's what Helen signals loud and clear. -
Che always with the shrooms, there is so much more to us if you would just talk with us.
Disclaimer, as you know Che I was born East Coast but have all but completed the movement Westward, the final taxi being the very last. -
I prefer obscured, let it stand for the record My Lord.
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Yes, I have two hearts...for eveyone, the black heart and the red one...damn possessive apostrophe.
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Ditto, this is GREAT THEATRE, my hearts racing!
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I hear old Mark put us down,
well Westie man don't need him round anyhow,
sweet home Waimauku
where the skies are so blue...Disclaimer, I had to say "Westie man" because Westie person was plain wrong mmmmkay?
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And then you kiss his ring.