I was reminded of an excellent joke this past weekend. It’s funny because it’s all too true.
How do you get an artist to complain?
Give them a gig.
The sound isn’t perfect.
The green room has been previously used.
The food is not as good as your mom’s cooking.
The crowd isn’t pumping their fists hard enough or weeping heavily enough.
The set time structure is awful.
The smells.
The opener sucked.
The headliner sucked.
You sucked.
The drive is too long.
The set was too short.
The hotel didn’t reserve the rooms correctly.
The money isn’t good enough.
Pick and choose your complaints carefully. Nobody held a gun to your head to take the gig. You chose the gig.
So how do you get an artist to stop complaining?
Duct tape.
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