Speaking of losers, lines in the sand, and being done with sh!t...
(sorry in advance for going OT)
A few years ago my brother and my Mom were out shopping on a Saturday afternoon. Mom had heard about a reoccurring event where Bluegrass musicians got together and jammed. The event was open to the public. On a whim they stopped by and were treated to some neat music. They discovered that it happened on the third Saturday of each month.
Not too many months later they stopped back only to find the doors closed. The fella who ran the event had grown tired of it and, when he couldn't find anyone to take over from him, he canceled the thing. When my brother heard this he made a couple of phone calls and then approached me about doing the sound. Just like that we were in the Bluegrass music business. Believe it or not there is a substantial Bluegrass interest in Washington state!
In a little over 2 1/2 years we have turned this into quite possibly the largest event of its type in the state. We have 5-6 separate rooms, each with their own assemblage of jammers, and live bands all day long. My Mom sold homemade pie by the slice and cookies and I ran the PA. So far, so good - right?
It takes a lot of work to make shows like this a success. Hard work. Sometimes expert work. None of us are getting paid for our efforts although on occasion there's a bit of donation money (we don't charge admission) left over after expenses. So what's the problem? I can't get anyone to lift a finger to help.
All the years I played in bands I was mostly only responsible for schlepping my own gear. In this event I'm packing an entire public address system around. Out of the house and into the van. Out of the van and into the hall. Out of the hall and into the van. Out of the van and into the house.
Most times I do it by myself. Then I set it up and tune it. Then I run it and make a bunch of amateur musicians sound like professionals. At the end of the show I tear it all down, pack it up and drag it home. I don't piss n moan about it although I sure could use the help.
We had to cancel last month because of Mom passing. We sent out our monthly email message telling everyone that we were resuming the Jam this month and asked for some help with the concessions and moving furniture. I didn't even ask anyone to move gear.
We got zero volunteers.
WTF is wrong with people?!
We put this show together so people could indulge their hobby (I don't even play Bluegrass!) and we bust our asses doing so and I can't even get anyone to push a goddamned chair across the room.
All I can say is that tomorrow will likely be our last session.
Thanks for letting me vent.