One of the first “tribute” acts I caught – I think. And actually a pretty good one I remember thinking. I mean, if you could be bothered. I’d loathe this sort of thing now of course – but that’s because I’ve seen more than my fair share, and more than your fair share and possibly more than everyone’s fair share combined.
They played songs from The Supremes and they sounded alright – I liked it enough. I was there on assignment. I was writing CD reviews and some gig reviews for the Capital Times rag. I was trying to branch out beyond student journalism – had done some stuff for a few of the local wee rags and was keen to push on.
I was also super fucked off that the Capital Times hadn’t run a few of my reviews. They wanted things in a timely manner and I was delivering. They didn’t want to publish them in a timely manner though and that pissed me off.
I was young and silly and passionate about all this stuff and my approach – my logic – was to sit on this review, make them wait. I didn’t file it straight away. I waited a week – then wrote a pretty good piece (I thought) about the gig. Sent it in a week late. When the new editor asked me why it was a week late I told him that it was because they hadn’t published some of my other work.
He told me I should take this one on the chin and look for work elsewhere.
I can’t even remember if they did run my review of this show – maybe they did? But it was the last thing I wrote for the Cap Times. And a good lesson learned. Onward. Upward/ish – and I never questioned that sort of thing again – just turned up to shows and delivered the words when and as due. That is the rules. They suck – the conditions are often ghastly. But those are the rules.
Stubs is an occasional feature here at Off The Tracks – looking back through the ticket-stub box and remembering how the show went down.