“I’m now going to play some songs from my new album.”
It’s the expression that strikes fear into every concert-goer. We want the hits, the songs we know. Why do they do it? Why do we go?
Why do people go to gigs and then spend half the time talking or at the bar?
Why do musicians spend months recording, using the best facilities, mixing on giant studio speakers, only for people to listen on a squawking Alexa speaker or on ear buds as background noise to the sound of a train?
These and other issues will be my blog for the days leading up to publication of my novel, Homeward Bound, about two people divided by time and music.