a rare american 2nd act by tim byrnes
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Carl called my recent post regarding the Mike Roe show and all the little prickliness therein as 'truncated' and I think I know what he means. I think he was politley telling me that I wussied out in my eagerness to 'fit in' or be nice or whatever and soft pedalled events, which is odd 'cause I usually never miss a chance to say out loud what polite people think or to do something monumentally stupid to avoid success in any given endeavor, 2 opportunities here brilliantly blown. But the fact is I have to out myself. I did soft pedal what a pain in the ass Roe was, ignored the fact that he treated my friend Dave like shit and let pass his rudeness to my good friend, hell my brother Carl for 2 reasons.
1 of which makes me look good and 1 that's true.
1st off, I'm alternately baffled and amused (tho always grateful) by the absurdity that my fiercly humanistic chord changes have been acceptrd, if not embraced, by the Christian Underground or at least some adherents thereof. A Christian Facebook friend of mine recently called Tension Envelopes '... the Velvet Underground of the '80's.' (Thanks Dennis, do you you know how long I've waited to hear that from somebody else?) So it was a Cautious Byrnes who showed up in Loveland to sing As a self-identified atheist ( which is, of course a crock. A certainty that god DOESN'T exist is, to me, just as ridiculous as a certainty she does. Once again, I don't know.) I wanted to walk the fine line between not purposely offending Carl and his family and his flock while still somehow remaining true to myself.
The only 'restriction' Carl put on me was to not curse. Or no 'potty mouth words' is how I beleieve he phrased it, which I felt was more than reasonable given the status of the show and the make up of the audience. Neither was I going to disrespect Carl in his own house, that's what lawns are for. Also, contrary to popular belief I don't NEED profanity to sell my songs.
I just like it.
Anyway here's what went down. Roe shows up late ( and I'm talkin' people are already looking for their seats late} and is acting by any definiyion like an asshole. Carping to Carl about the size of the crowd and, as noted, being a perfect little bitch 'cause the monitor wasn't working in a room that didn't need one. In my defense when Roe rudely asked me if I was the sound guy I said 'No, I'm the opening act." When hereplied, again rudely, "Well, did YOU hear anything in the monitor?" I answered " I don't worry about things like that.', spitefully adding "Muddy Waters didn't use no monitors.', at which point I walked out of the room to help the 2nd billed act, Mike Miller (who's music I called 'languid' when I meant 'lame') hang T- shirts.
Here's the reason that makes me look good: I decided that, as a heathen, it behooved me to take the high road and be more civil to (and more civil THAN) the superduper Christian Music Star who's show it was. A reasonable and charitable way to deal w/the situation, to be sure, but have you met me? I'm not reasonable and I'm certainly not charitable. So why the sudden change?
Here's the truth: I held back on my true feelings rearding Roe's assholic tendencies and Miller's cotton candy flufftunes bacause - and I am loathe to admit this - i was afraid if I insulted them it would hurt what I laughingly call a music career.
Caugh careering by my own lights!
I've been a rock and roll wannabe going on 40 years now, a legend in my own mind and maybe for a brief moment I thought maybe, just maybe if I play this right, don't piss anyone off like I usually do and kiss, or at least not kick, the right ass I might garner some recognition and maybe a little cash as a Christian Musician.
Stop laughing, Simmons.
And yes I'm ashamed of my behavior, so at least my Catholic roots are still clutching at me, er, I mean, working and I can shakily maintain a jerryrigged argument that I actually AM a Christian musician because, hey I sing about god and Jesus all the time, albeit from a different perspective. This is all part of the struggle I struggle w/on a daily basis regarding god and her doinm's and especially, her denizens. All my life, literally, I've been friends w/practicing Christians who would dearly love to see me Saved while putting up w/my screams of I don't believe. But I don't believe and can't imagine a future occurence that would cause me to believe. I imagine that imminent death might make me SAY I believed, but I'd be lying to save my ass. Sorta like I did in Neck Bone Jones Part 1. I hope this post clears things up on a local level and perhaps fixes something on a karmic/cosmic one.
Personal Note to Mike Roe: Contempt for one's audience when such a stance in completely absent from an artist's work, makes said artist look bitter and not a little stupid.
Personal Note to Mike Miller: Never, I repeat NEVER ever ask the person who is paying you to surrender a vidtape of yr performance because " (yr) voice is only at 80%" Dude, really, think about it.
Passing shot at Muglia: Of course I don't want it to be true, you idiot, if it were true I'd be going to hell, now wouldn't I? Gosh, yr stupid.
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