Shara Worden

No more effort, I’ve handed the keys to spirits. Gonna glide like a flock of the finest mockingbird troops around. Disappointment not allowed, in this statistically drawn parallel stone land. Forever dissecting melodrama is a full-time game, I’m surely awash in.

Performance art is simply amazing to my eyes now. Those of Shara Worden, musical nymph of the highest degree. One day we’ll meet, either astrally or earth-grass bound. She’s exquisite, refined, savory, and tastefully present in my computer screen tonight. Want to know someone as magnificent and expressive as her. I’m virtually in love, so removed, but am endeared by her passionate movements.

I wonder what her sweat tastes like after a long performance on some chic Parisian stage? How the mind wonders. Sweet savory muse in human flesh. Shara, Shara, Shara

Playing in an original band, central massachusetts style

Playing a local show, or a reaction piece.
My band recently played a club in Worcester, MA. We’ve played this club several times and it has a really good atmosphere for a rock show. It’s been around over 50 years, so there’s some wear and tear, but this adds to the nostalgic feel. The Stones even played a surprise show there back in the 70s, so there’s some definite history attached to it.
But this post is about being in a band, an unsigned band, a “do it yourself” band. Being your own roadie, playing free shows for the coveted drug called “exposure”. However ultimately, with torrents the increasing norm for musical consumption, the live show is the last avenue for most up and coming bands. It’s your last stand at presenting the unique product. There’s no hiding behind slick producers and flashy websites. It’s raw and immediate.
My band has been playing for over a year now and we’ve played close to 10 shows. Most have been free, a few where we got part of the door, but mostly it’s been the experience of writing original music and then airing it out for whoever may be there on a given night. And most nights it’s about playing for other musicians, which is fine by me. I’d say our music is more suited for those that play an instrument, however i’d never want us to be solely exclusive to this crowd; it’s not an ego thing, just the truth as I see it right now.
Back to the live experience. You are your own roadie at this stage, which means hustling to get your gear on stage, fishing through your cables, adapters, and power chords. Remembering your keyboard adapter for starters, then going from there. (Which I forgot for this last show) A little back and forth with the sound guy, who is usually quite neutral, like a pay per hour recording engineer at a small studio, and then your set begins. Play your set and the immediate break down begins. No time to recap the show on the spot with your other band members, just an efficient effort at taking your gear apart, and shuffling it off stage – with enough effort not to piss off the band eager to go on after you.  
It often feels like an assembly line.
Band A sets up gear, plays set. Band B waits by the stage, not really listening to what Band A is playing, more so thinking of all the things that need to be done before you’ll be able to start off on your set. Band C is on drink number 1 at the bar and their heads are no where near listening to live music or actually “being at the club”, they’re just getting settled.
So Band A, the opener, plays their loud and frenzied set (maybe they only have 30 minutes) and then they seamlessly transform into their own roadies. Band B edges towards the stage and there’s no real interaction between both bands. Both bands heads are in completely different places. Band A might be spent from their set, some sweat on their shirts, and anxious for their next round of drinks. No real band to band comraderie is present. Just a conveyor belt mentality.
One band exerts their musical stylings, while the next band swears they have a more unique sound and can’t wait to prove to the crowd that they’re the more interesting of the two. Although there’s a good chance, both bands styles are completely at odds.
So these songs are shot off into the bar’s atmosphere with an acute immediacy, there’s always “something” to prove in playing live.  Maybe the live experience is much less mechanical than this, it could just be my own perception.
Generally though, I’d say the reception for original music is pretty much non-existent in central mass/worcester area. Cover bands are much more likely to draw a crowd of floozies and dudes looking to cut loose. There’s a comfort, a predictability in hearing songs you may have just heard on the radio.
Original music from unknown bands is too random, too risky. In a world full of people making very specific choices as to their entertainment, taking a chance on a band is becoming more and more rare. There’s no time to be that careless with my entertainment choices!
Not that I want to come off as bitter, as this band is not the only thing I do in life. It’s more of an overall reaction to it all. Karaoke makes you the immediate star. And in an age of the individual controlling their whole online identity, submitting to a band is so 20 years ago. If you go out you want to sing along to a cover band, or try to nail that Keisha song, and maybe have a few drunks clap for you. The idea of handing a large portion of your night over to an unknown band, might be just too time consuming and selfless in this very selfish-infotainment society we find ourselves in. Even me playing in a band and wanting to get noticed is selfish. Not that that’s ever a bad thing, as we all want to get compensated for what we love to do.

Just like lacing up the musical skates

Yesterday marked a day of renewal. Matt, Zach, and myself joined forces again and assembled in my basement, home of many musical creations and in general good times. The short of it being Matt moving to Florida for 3 years and playing drums in the band Cadence Wednesday. Zach joined the Marines and had quite an experience in Okinawa, Japan. I took an excursion to Phoenix, Arizona having no real ties to Massachusetts upon graduating from Umass. So we all bounced around a bit and got outside of a narrow New England mindset.

We all played together in the band “Foster” for close to 2 years and at the time we were just starting to grow as musicians. Our heads were clearly in putting together songs and we were quite naive in the context of promotion and finding shows. Any musician is aware of the great gap between paid original gigs and paid cover gigs. I suppose it’s been this way for quite some time and I haven’t awoken to it within the last 10 years. Everyone has their own theories behind this apparent fact. I think the point is to not over think the process of writing music and just to live in the musical moment the best you can. Of course there’s a business side to almost any relationship, but if that’s where your head is entirely at the start, then how can you not sell out creatively?

It’s a process and I suppose we’ve all just slammed on the reset button again. But oh how good it feels