DSOP wrote:I think the singing would actually help non-fusion fans get into the show. It's a pretty unusual sound for western ears.
Speaking of girlfriends hating fusion, I once took my ex-girlfriend (who went on to become my ex-wife) to see a "super group" which featured Steve Smith on drums, Airto on percussion, Allan Holdsworth on guitar, Stanley Clarke on bass and I think it was T. Lavitz on keys. I had brought a portable cassette recorder to record the show, and when I got around to listening to the tape, you could hear the girlfriend whining every ten minutes: "Can we go now? This is horrible." Ruined my experience and ruined my recording. Nice.
Man, is amazing that you have your ex-wife doing the "can we go now?" on that recording-- you could be at home listening to that, years after you've divorced, but yet she is still nagging you... that's classic enough to be in a movie!
I've brought girlfriends to shows that they may not have been digging all that much (they usually are good sports, luckily)-- I try and set it up a bit for them by angling it as the fact that they are seeing master artists. That gives them a plan B to default to in case they hate the music, and at least they can say they saw some dude that could "play really fast and complicated." I don't even know if it has anything to do with music, per se, as I've taken girlfriends to "high profile" sciencey-lectures and I get the same basic response from them-- which is that they know that they are in the midst of something interesting, but they just can't really tell you what it is. There is a characteristic glaze of the eyes when you undergo information overload, which I have when I watch the Style Network.
gretsch-o-rama wrote:I have hope there are women that like music just for the fact that it sounds good.
I wouldn't count on it, not hot ones (in America) at least. However, I did see a super smokin' hot young brunette at a Kevin Eubanks show once. He was playing some Mahavishnu-style sh*t, and this chick was by herself in the nose bleed seats, totally digging the music. It spooked me out so much that by the time I decided to go get her, she had vanished. About a month later I actually ran into her at a bar and accosted her for her number. I then promptly lost it that night (it was on a napkin, as this was before cell phones were ubiquitous). However, I bet I could've put those digits on Ebay and made some serious scratch off those... imagine how much someone would pay to have the number of a girl who was hot and yet was down enough with that kinda music to show up on her own?
I probably should put a Craiglist add up looking for that napkin, just like that dude who got his Les Paul stolen. Well, excuse me, I'm gonna go
now.