The story of a tour manager on the road and at home. A single, empowered, black woman in a business not dominated by single, empowered black women. This blog is not for the faint of heart. Straight up talk about sex, sexism, racism, relationships and everything else. Hear the good, bad and ugly from a hardcore female pushing her way to the top of the music business and life no matter who tries to push back.
Sunday, October 17, 2010
HOPELESS GROUPIE
Not many people know this...but I started this game as a groupie. Not the kind that sleeps with the band...just a die hard fan of backpackery and head wraps....who swoons over basslines and lyrical prowess, carries incense and supplies "party favors". Could be because my uncles put a bass in my hand from the time I was 3....encouraging me with the likes of Cameo, the Police, the Clash and the Commodores....could be because my grandfather had me in Honey Studios with Sylvester and/or on the road with Smokey Robinson....Whatever the cause...the rhyme or reason, my ass falls for musicians. Now I'm a reasonably smart cookie. I know what works and what doesn't. And finally, when I finally sit and talk with my new crush...not only has he been on the road for 15 years, he's a musician and has a rock band. guitarist and singer. I know better. I've resolved to masochism.
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