Superman sings the hits in Atlanta
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A nice tribute from Beato:
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Amen.
Went to my nephew's wedding a couple of weeks ago and the band was great. Wedding was on a farm and nephew does sidework in the blues and country music scene down around Baton Rouge and New Orleans, so it was a country band. Yeah, they were doing covers, but they were tight.
Typical local band...A chick singer in her twenties, two guy singers in their thirties and forties, and a couple of guys in their fifties in the band, along with a younger guy playing drums. The gal didn't play an instrument, one of the male leads played rhythm guitar, the other guy singer played lead guitar. The two older guys played bass and keyboard. All three singers took turns on lead with different songs and they also did some pretty tight harmony on some numbers.
This is the kind of band that will never have a record deal, will never tour regionally, let alone nationally. They'll play honky-tonks, weddings, casinos and local corporate events. I heard a couple of originals, but I'm sure they'll always play mostly covers. And mostly for peanuts and the love of music.
Doesn't mean they weren't good.
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“I am fond of pigs. Dogs look up to us. Cats look down on us. Pigs treat us as equals.” ~Winston S. Churchill
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@mik said in Superman sings the hits in Atlanta:
In country music a whole lot of the top artists are playing covers, at least in that they didn't write the songs.
I love that they're still doing it, though. It makes the world better.
Photography's similar. It's the visual equivalent of guitarists: not that special of a thing anymore, and not an aspiration that most kids currently share.
But there's even more shit out there that's amazing than there used to be. I follow one guy who works a campsite in the desert out west somewhere. He takes absolutely amazing landscapes as he checks the site each day. He'll never be famous but who cares.
John Free completed a 30-year photo project documenting railroad tramps in Los Angeles. Over the years, he moved his body shop closer to the rail yards to make this easier for him. He's been hired by all the magazines you've ever heard of to do photojournalism but he still kept his auto body business, and no one's ever heard of him. He finally put a book together, and you bet your ass I bought it.
Who in the hell cares whether or not people become famous. That's not the point. I'm glad that in the midst of all the silly shit going on out there, plenty of people still care about trying to make and do amazing things.
