Man’s Best Friend

7 Sep

Some shows I play are incredible. The audience and I are connected, they keep me inspired and they have the ability to make me want to become a better musician for them…..but there are some shows that crush my soul. When you’re a musician, a bad show really gets in your head…especially if it involves a barking dog.

     Just recently, I played a house party that any musician would kill to play. The house was beautiful, the crowd was large and I was set up in front of a gorgeous pool that I wish (if I had a swim suit) I could have swam in. But as they say, there is nothing “too good to be true” and that became very clear in my second set of the night when a cute little daschund made it vocally clear she didn’t  like my music.
      She was an old dog that I repeatedly petted before I even started playing. She was adorable!!  I love dogs!  I would have taken her home with me in a heartbeat, but as the night grew dark and her memory of my affections towards her started to fade…she turned on me and reminded me that no one cared about whatever song I was singing.
     So I’m playing my second set, the sun has settled and this little daschund dog has wandered into the area I’m playing. Like I said, this is an older dog and she forgot about our bonding moment before my show and all the sudden decided that I was a stranger and I really had no business being at her house.
     I’m thirty minutes into my set and this little old daschund started barking….at me….for the rest of my set.
     Every song I played, this dog barked at me with no breaks. She stood next to this gorgeous pool, staring me down and barking like I was an intruder (out of all the hundreds of people gathered for this party). She singled me out as the one person who wasn’t suppose to be there.
     But the nail in the coffin was not this little dog barking at me for 15-20 minutes…it was that no one was stopping her. As I’m playing this show with the very protective dog barking at me, not ONE person perked up and considered taking the barking dog away from the show I was trying to perform.
    What that dog did with her constant barking was made something very clear to me–not one of these people at the party cared that I was playing music or cared that this dog was barking for 15 to 20 minutes straight (and I’m not exaggerating those numbers).  No one tried to remove her from the scene, so that I could do my job. No one was paying enough attention to know that a dog barking MIGHT be distracting for a musician.
     Imagine going to watch Beyoncé perform and a dog is barking during her set. SOMEONE would remove that dog instantly, because it’s disrupting the concert for everyone else. Well, that didn’t happen for little old me, because I’m not Beyoncé or a musician that most people care about.
     Sooo…once my second set was done, it was my job to sooth the poor old dog and remind her that I was her very good friend.  After that set, she calmed down and I got to go back to my job without the barking. So thank you, little old daschund, for cutting my some slack in my later sets and thank you to the house party of people that night for reminding me that I’m not Beyoncé:)

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