In 2011, I toured the Midwest
as a gay rock 'n roll solo artist. I conducted at six pride celebrations in five weeks. Merely me, my electric classical guitar and backing tracks, and high energy rock 'n roll songs I had published and collected about delight, self-esteem, fun and very hot men.
It is reputed of which Led Zeppelin got their particular name after being told their sound would summarize like a lead balloon. In that sense, Thought about the delivery down pat because that is exactly how my sets
went down. People, to quote Iron Maiden, ran towards the hills.
I had expected a reaction like that after years of watching bar after bar, celebration after festival, showcase the latest in lip-synching drag entertainers, and DJ's mixing this up in 4/4 period. More power to all of them, but
tres cliché for a community that celebrates multiplicity.
So I was wanting to play out loud on the empty sidewalk, to deliver my step banter to blades of grass and crickets (though the crickets wouldn't be heard over the tones on the Marshall amp). Was this
defeatist attitude setting myself up for failure? Generally not very.
When I was a youngster playing vinyl records connected with KISS, Judas Priest, Straightener Maiden, Van Halen, plus the Rolling Stones among other people, I wanted the ability to build the kind of
sonic power they possessed.