Forget Hil and ‘Bama. The high-profile, power position to pursue resides squarely in the talented heads, hands and oft overworked laps of musicians. Whether a small time act booking gigs at the Holiday Inn, regional favorites with a regular following or touring headliner, the good far outweighs the “take this job and shove it”. Since college and working publicity for local bands, to a short-time marketing gig with an independent label, I’ve amassed hours watching, working with, coddling and canoodling artists of various talents and timbres, the majority of them men, all earning a living soley on musical talent. Forgive the testosterone leanings; I’ve no doubt perks reign supreme for the ladies, just ask a Go-Go. Can you say the same about your 9-to-5?
You can regularly roll home at 2:00 a.m. smelling like drink without having to explain yourself to the missus.
Girls dance for you. And want you to watch.
When you do a good job, or even a bad one, there’s a round of applause.
Cocktails on the clock, no problem.
Chances are, you don’t buy a drink all night.
Very often, no ties.
The endless buffet of women. Smart girls, stupid girls, girls who climb on rocks, fat girls, skinny girls, even girls with chicken pox…
Whether you age, are average looking, lack somewhat in charm, have a Buddha belly or remain culturally stuck in an era, you get pussy galore.
You can hug and chat up all the women you like, it’s part of the job.