Sunday 25 November 2012

How things used to be...

Well my goodness, that was some night!  I had a full house at my weekend gig.  Not for me, you understand, but there was a birthday party going on.
The room was heaving with folk, and I must admit to looking back to times when every gig was like that - people out at their local to have a good time, a drink and a bit of banter, and to enjoy the live music.  People used to actually prise themselves away from the telly and go out!  Shock!  
These days, what with the price of booze and, well, pretty much everything, most of Joe Public is content to sit in of a Saturday night, with their Smart Price Vodka and 17p cola drink, a big bag of cheap crisps and order a take away when they get the munchies.  No waiting for taxis, no getting ready, no waiting to be served at the bar, no queues at the kebab shop/chinese etc.  No exorbitant taxi fares home (particularly at this time of year).  And if you feel tired, you don't have to wait about to tell your friends.  they are right there (or a facebook post away).

Why would people even go out of their doors these days?

Well there's actual PHYSICAL INTERACTION. Speaking to people with your MOUTH and listening with your EARS.  No smiley faces and LOLs, no "likes" or "shares".  Just talking to people, with no electronics involved.

Are we becoming a nation of computer nerds?  I must admit that I, for one, am happier to communicate when I can say something then edit it before it is "out there" for people to see, comment on and usually disagree with. And emailing or PM-ing someone is a lot less scary than a phone call.  

So what should we do?  

I have no easy answer to this.  

Maybe the powers that be should make Saturday night TV sooo boring that people actually want to go out for some stimulation.  Maybe they should bring back the discounted happy hours in pubs and clubs.  Maybe we should be trying to attract punters?
There are always going to be those who are idiots.  You get them everywhere.  The ones who drink their bodyweight in happy hour drinks then throw up or cause a fight.  Maybe they should stay home... Some people just need a reason to go out.  

Maybe we could socialise our way out of the recession by simply going out and spending a few hours at our local pub.  We could enjoy the live music again, have a few drinks on promotion, have a laugh.  

I think I may have just found the answer.  Ban all the reality TV shit and get the public back into their own reality!  Life!

Wednesday 14 November 2012

first blog brain fart

I suppose the question everyone asks themselves when starting a blog is "What the f**k will I write?" so I'm asking myself that very question.
My facebook posts are apparently quite amusing, and I had no idea that some of the stuff that comes into my brain had entertainment value for others until I was carrying out a clearout of my facebook pals.  A few of em took time to say "Don't delete me!", and a few others were confident that I wanted to keep them as friends.  
To give you a bit of background, I'm a 40 year old mum of one, and I'm a shop assistant by day, international superstar by night.  Erm maybe not.  

Joanie sings Adele.
I'm a singer around the pubs and clubs of Scotland.  It's a good job. 
You know when you stand singing into your hairbrush like a total idiot, dancing about like a loony? I get paid for doing that in public (although maybe not in my dressing gown with a towel wrapped round my head). Sometimes it's all "This way, madam".  Most of the time it's "There's the toilet, get changed and set up there" (pointing at a stage the size of a postage stamp, or alternatively the oche).
On my website at www.joanie.co.uk I do a wee review of the venues and gigs I do, and there's also a wee section to have a moan.  
This blog might just replace my moany section.  or expand on it.
like most things I do, I have no particular plan for this blog.  I just intend to start it, and fill a blog in now and then when I remember.  

I find that's when things become more interesting.....

so let's see how it goes....


Love

Joanie
xx