Hootie who? Hey, where did everybody go?
You know, Hootie and the Blowfish. And no, Darius Rucker was not Hootie even though he was the front man for the band.
There was a period of time, this band was the hottest thing around. What started out as essentially a garage band playing on college campuses blew up big time. How big? Big as a blowfish…
In interviews, they will tell you this was not their end-game and all the fame and fortune was somewhat surprising for them. They would have been perfectly content to keep playing smaller, more intimate venues while flying under the radar.
And then they were gone….
Did they run out of talent?
My guess would be no; maybe they just ran out of fresh ideas or desire once they hit the big time.
I know how they feel.
Back in the day when I was wildly popular and some considered me the next big thing, all I could see were clear, sunny skies on the horizon. It was incredible; there were some days I would have
thousands er, uh hundreds several visitors a day and it was becoming a real challenge to maintain my lofty status because the bar had been set so high.
Where did they all go?
Well, I certainly didn’t become less talented; maybe I did get a little fat and lazy because the success came so easy to me….ok, ok maybe a lot fat and I have lazy down to a science.
But I still like to perform
Darius Rucker still goes out on the road and is perfectly content to perform for significantly smaller crowds, in fact he prefers it that way.
Of course, I would be content too if I hadn’t blown all my money I made in here the first time around.
There is a big difference doing something because you love it versus doing something because you have to and are desperate. And the smell of desperation is similar to stale BO, not a pleasant smell indeed and very noticeable.
But you didn’t pay your dues
I was hangin’ and bangin’ with the best of them….ok, maybe not hanging with them but some actually knew me by name.
Well, that and $5 will get you a cafe latte at Starbucks.
Let me ask you this question; do you like to read, listen to music? I certainly do, and think I am pretty good at both. It might not always be culturally correct material, but I can still do it with the best of them.
But just because I am really good at doing both does not mean I have the same level of talent on the production side. About the only instrument I could play would be a kazoo or a cow bell and even though I can write a blog post doesn’t necessarily mean I should, huh?
Did I say I was lazy?
I’m sorry if I disappointed you
I know you expected me to maintain my greatness, but I found it so hard to keep running with the big dogs. I was either going to have to start drinking much more heavily than I do now, quit my job, or start my own meth clinic like Walter White.
Therefore, that is the main reason I have decided to slide back into relatively obscurity; content to play the smaller venues and have the occasional patron come up and say “didn’t you used to be somebody?”
One thing I do know, if you set the bar low enough you will never be disappointed.
No wonder everybody left
Hopefully you know this is a tongue in cheek post, much ado about nothing.
The real genius behind this post was the fact my efforts last week looked like it might be my first where there was a real chance of not having a single comment.
And guess what? I didn’t freak out or rail against the social hierarchy for not including me on one of their lists or for never stopping by to visit.
Other than for my obvious brilliance I should expect no less considering how little effort I have tried to maintain any semblance of a social presence these days.
Maybe I’ll just stick to my reading and listening of music knowing I was destined to be a better consumer than a producer. Somebody’s got to buy this stuff, right?
Is this the one?
Let’s see if this gets less play than my last post; if it does, I will toast it, roast it, but certainly not boast it and just find somewhere else to be awesome for awhile.
Just remember, fame is fleeting so make sure you are well grounded to minimize the drama which allows you to just be your awesome self. I know I try to, hope you do too.
Ok, I’ll stop typing before you are tempted to grab a ballpoint pen and stick it in your ear…provided you got this far down the page.
I hope your summer is going well; mine is….see ya….