A buddy of mine was telling me last night, you need to do more reviews of bands. We need someone to be honest with us. Tell us when we suck, what we could do to get better, motivate us, kick us in the ass. I say, I couldn’t possibly do that. He goes, you’ve seen more shows in Des Moines than anyone. Your opinion would be invaluable. I say again, I couldn’t possibly be honest. He says, why not?
Ok, I say, take this band on stage for example. They need to learn their instruments better. I’m all for keeping things basic, but you’ve got to own your instrument. And what about their non-existent costume? Dress it up a bit. They look like they just came off the street. Wrinkled t-shirts, dirty jeans. The vocalist has no stage presence. Take a couple acting classes. Learn about being in front of audiences. And the music? It sounds like a Blink 182 rip-off band. Practice more, find your own voice, be unique, be the guys that go on stage and people say, man, I haven’t seen that before.
I couldn’t possibly say those kinds of things in my blog, I say to him.
From my heart to yours,
Clint Curtis. Bartender.