A wanna-be rock star mashes through chords he can barely play while singing notes unknown to humankind as you sit, patiently waiting your turn to perform. Many of us have been there.
There’s an open mike in my town that I’ve been to a few times. It’s on a night when I teach so I only attend a couple of times a year when I get some cancellations, and I go to promote my music lessons. I first went a few years ago. The evening was packed with beginners staring at their music while lurching through cover tunes. There were a few gems, of course, like the awesome guitarist who always chooses fun songs or the singalongs presented by one of the hosts. Even without my pesky work hours it wouldn’t be enough to keep me coming back. Continue reading