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Friday, June 27, 2008
Hey y’all, watch this: Ejected McGraw fan still likes Tim
The Atlanta Journal-Constitution
Don’t blame it on the beer, says ejected Tim McGraw fan. Photo: Louie Favorite/Staff.
Remember the guy that was tossed out of a Tim McGraw show in Washington earlier this week? Here’s the story. Apparently, he thought McGraw just wanted to dance with him.
CMT.com has an interview with 30-year-old Marcus Nirschl, the ejected fan, about the experience here.
Nirschl tells CMT that he thought McGraw recognized him, “because I’ve been to about six of his shows. I really thought he wanted to pull me onstage for some dancing and stuff.”
Though Nirschl has been described as “drunk” in various places where the video can be found (including here), Nirschl told CMT that he’d only had a couple of beers. But isn’t that what we all say?
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Dropsonic — From The Road
The Atlanta Journal-Constitution
The Atlanta Music Scene’s latest Dispatch From the Road comes from Dan Dixon of local rock ensemble Dropsonic (above), who take their turn on the Corndogorama stage at Lenny’s tomorrow — and have a new CD due in stores July 8.
(Are you a Dropsonic fan? Planning to see them tomorrow? Ever been to Corndogorama — and perhaps, actually eaten a corndog there?)
Anyway, here’s Dan’s Dispatch:
So this past weekend we played in Nashville, TN and Asheville, NC and I’ve been saddled with the somewhat unenviable task of documenting it for this blog.
Ah, the tour diary. The crazy, wild life of a touring musician, the hard times, the drunken debacles, the women, the drugs, the stories I could tell you, blah blah blah…..
Well, I have news for you, not so much. An average tour goes something like this: Wake up Eat fast food Sit in a van for 4-6 hours Eat fast food Load in to a club Drink cheap terrible beer for free Play music for 45 minutes Run out of drink tickets and drink cheap terrible beer for two dollars Load out of a club Go to someone’s house and drink enough to make sleeping on a hardwood floor sound pretty good Lather. Rinse. Repeat.
These bands that talk about their “trials and tribulations” of the life of a touring musician or the boundless freedom and excitement…..[B.S.] I say. It’s okay. It’s a job. Like a traveling salesman. Only no one actually needs what you’re selling.
To be honest, I feel like these “bands” that romanticize the so-called “rock n’ roll lifestyle” make the rest of us look bad. People figure out you’re in a band and automatically assume you’re one of these high dollar haircut rockers. These kids love the idea of being a rock star, yet don’t have the discipline to learn to write a half decent song or play in time or even book more than a two day tour.
I’m not complaining about the reality of touring, and I’m not going to [expletive] about gas prices, [expletive] promoters, overbearing sound guys, whatevs. I just want you to know that the next time you run into one of these jokers at The Earl or The Drunken Unicorn or Smith’s Olde Bar, and they start telling you about how great their 4 night tour was all the way to North Carolina and back, you’re being lied to.
This [expletive] is trying to sell you on his dream. Maybe if he tells enough people that his record is really brilliant and that people really dig it, maybe it will actually come true one day.
I’m here to tell you that his record is not one tenth as good as his ironic moustache and pointy shoes would want you to believe and the best thing about his tour was that he didn’t have to report to work at whatever pizza joint or head shop he works at part time.
Dropsonic has done upwards of 500 shows in the last 4 years. Some good, some bad. All fine. We’re there to play some rock n’ roll and regardless of anything else, we can always count on 45 minutes to do what we’re there to do. And we’re doing it again Saturday night at Corndogorama. Watch for ironic facial hair.
