Welcome back to the blog where you get to read about some of the stories of an old decently famous rock star that prefers to keep his identity anonymous. I wouldn’t want my opinions on here to be read through what was my rock star persona. I prefer you remain as objective as possible so you can form your own responses based on these words and not some image you may have of me. All that being said, are you ready for my next installment!? Well I guess it doesn’t matter if you are or not because here it is.
When you start your climb to stardom, a lot of interesting things happen along the way at different tiers of fame. When you start becoming locally famous, it is fun to go out and get the locals asking you how things are going like they are somehow family. Every once in a while, some people ask to take some photos. Some even go as far as to tell you not to forget them when you make it big. You always give a solid nod and a “I won’t”. While I can remember most people, I certainly don’t actively think about them. If we ever cross paths again, I’ll do my best with your name. Anyways, the next level is landing the opening act with some bigger named bands in your genre. At this point you should have some places out there people can find your music. When you crush an opening act, you want those that liked it to listen more. At this point, you really have to put in the time and hope you have a solid single that makes it on the radio. Until that point, you keep playing wherever you can which leads me to this entry’s story.
One of my good buddies was turning 30 and for his birthday party, the band and I decided to play a set for him. Since we were landing some pretty solid gigs at this point, almost everyone was super stoked. It also felt good to have a lot of your closest friends so excited for you to play for them in a private setting. We told everyone that was invited that they could bring 2 people with them. It was going to be quite the party.
So here we are, around 300 people at this party and we start our set. Obviously, we are crushing it. The whole place is lit and everyone is dancing until suddenly the power goes out! We look around and it looks like it is only our venue space. Everywhere else had power! This was about to be a huge downer until one of the plus 2 guests someone brought ran up on stage and told us he was an electrician from Orange County and knew how to fix the issue. He asked me to tell everyone to give him 5 minutes. I happily obliged. Johnny on the spot nailed the 5 minute marker and we were back finishing our set before the energy got too low at the party. What a champion. After our set, I wanted to know who this electrician from Orange County was so I found him at the party and talked to him. We had a couple of drinks and he told me about his growing electrician business and that if our band ever needed an electrician, he’d be there. What a champion.
I had to look this guys company up. He was a small operation then but now the guy has one the top rated operations in Southern California. If you ever need anything electrical taken care of, I recommend these guys.
That’s all for this entry, until next story and recommendation my faithful readers!