I’m going to post an excerpt of an essay I wrote 14 years ago or so. It was about how my children ended up performing music as a duo. My older son was around sixteen at the time. The younger one was only nine. As it turns out, the essay illustrates more than just how my kids became working musicians. I give you, in a nutshell, democracy in action:
The Heir painstakingly taught himself to sing and play, and assembled some local friends and got them a gig in the park last year. One kid didn’t show up, so the Heir had to sing all the songs, but they made plenty of noise for just three guys. The audience made them play everything twice. They were in all the local papers.
Then the other kids got together without the Heir and decided they didn’t want to play the songs my son wanted to play. They wanted to play parts of Aerosmith songs in their mother’s basement instead. That was the end of that.
So the heir assembled some other friends, and painstakingly taught them how to play the songs. They didn’t know how to play — or even own — their own instruments. Eventually they had a gig at the recreation center in a neighboring town. They did great, drew a little crowd, made a little money, and were noticed, and so were offered a chance to play in the the high school gym for a charity event. The Heir sang all the songs, and supplied all the equipment, such as it is. They were in all the local papers again. They were offered a job at the big fireworks show downtown on July 4th.
Then the bass player showed up and said he was going to play the guitar instead. He didn’t know how to play the guitar, but the Heir could show him, surely. By July. He’d got to talking to his friends and the drummer that played parts of Aerosmith songs was going to re-join.
But we have a drummer, the Heir says because he is loyal.
He said, well, that drummer doesn’t want to play the drums anymore. I asked him, and he doesn’t own any, anyway, and he’s going to play the keyboard instead. And my other friend is going to play the keyboard and sing, too. Between the two of them, they can probably play enough keyboard to sound like something. He doesn’t really sing, but how hard can it be, really? I’ve also invited the guy that didn’t show up for the first gig in the park to be a singer, too, and all of them together can sing parts of an Aerosmith song well enough. I guess. They never tried. And the bass player from the first band that never played again even once wants to be in this one now. Anyway, we don’t want to play those songs you like. You know, the ones the audience wants to hear.
But we have a job in a few months people are relying on us, the Heir says. We need to practice with the three of us, as hard as we can, or we’ll never be able to play for two hours in July.
But this is a democracy says the bass player.(er… former bass player, current guitar owner) Just because you sing all the songs and we practice at your house, and you teach us all the parts on all the instruments, and we use your equipment and your father brings it all to the job in his truck and your mother feeds us doesn’t mean you’re in charge. We voted. If you don’t like it, you’re out.
The Spare Heir is barely nine, and has been playing the drums for a few months now. I know Time magazine says he should still be breastfeeding, but we decided to let him play the drums instead. He said: I will play the drums with you, my brother.
And they did, eventually, play at the downtown July 4th celebration:
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I’m unable to infer the linkage between Buddy Holly and Napoleon Dynamite. Possibly, because I don’t remember who Napoleon Dynamite is.
Isn’t there a school of thought that goes something like, “The road to communism is paved with Democracy”? I guess Socialism is a pit stop along the way.
A democracy cannot exist as a permanent form of government. It can exist only until the voters discover that they can vote themselves largesse from the
public treasury. I have that attributed as “Unknown” in my quotations file, though I’ve found it pegged to Tytler.
These days, “democracy” has become mainly a verbal talisman. Possibly, it’s useful as a shibboleth to identify people who lack a proper grounding in the philosophy of government, particulary the republican form we used to have here in the U.S.