Postby WildcatOne » Tue Aug 12, 2008 9:14 pm
Right now I just feel like talking. I think I'm gonna talk about a lot of things. After playing music for 52 years, 36 of them on electric instruments run through high-pitched amplifiers, I am just about deaf now. I hear telephones ringing constantly in my head. It's my eardrums fluttering in the breeze that blows through one side of my head and out the other. The band I play in can shatter glass...we move a lot of air. It's not really much louder than the other bands I played in over the last 18 years. I took almost 5 years off during the late 80s to record music that I'd written...I was sick of performing the same songs for the 5 years leading up to taking that time off. I developed a studio tan. I was as white as a ghost. But I was doing what I wanted to do, multitracking my stuff, creating music in the studio and using the whole thing as a tool. Now, I'm being paid the equivalent of a second job to strap on the DragList Telecaster, get up there and do my thing. But there is a price that I'm paying for it. My hearing is very, very bad. 99% of the people I deal with have a typical attitude towards deaf people. They get angry at you and act like you're stupid. Then they talk about you and tell other people that you're stupid. That is just simply not true. There is a movie called "Children of a Lesser God" that I would love for everybody to see. Deafness is an affliction (in my case, self-administered) that branches out into every area of a person's life, especially in how others react and deal with you. It's too bad that most folks have that mindset, but they do, and I have ended up being let down a lot by folks who have that attitude. I don't drink or use drugs, and I think that's helped me through the rough spots a lot more than if I was drunk or high, because you wake up the next day in a pit of ashes and you just want to take more so you feel normal again. When I used to do that a long time ago, I ended up with a well-earned reputation as a flaky and unreliable head case. The guy who plays these gigs now works for me. Pee Wee named him Big Bad John, rock and roll warrior, master of cool. That's the guy I invented to go out there and blow people away. He has all the chops, all the right moves, hits all the right notes and plays provocatively and creatively while still stomping out the beat on every single note of every single song at every single gig. The sly smile never goes away. The key has been not to let that guy come in here and take over. When that was going on, my life was a train-wreck. Thing is, if I didn't have all this going on, I'd want it. So I accept it as my life's calling and it's what I do. What the heck. How many times ya gonna live? Cheers, WC1
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