I’ve been performing a lot recently. I’ve been doing lots of photo shoots. I’m grateful for the press, and it’s mostly gay press: Because I’m gay. And I take off my shirt upon request. Is this getting me new fans? Yes, but have the new ‘fans’ even listened to my work? According to much of my analytics, not – yet.
I had fun today performing for my biggest crowd yet. It was an outdoor festival on a hot day in June, in front of a gay male audience: I took the stage shirtless.
After an exciting performance I went into the crowd to pass out materials and was quickly asked to pose for pictures – which led me in front of a motorcycle, circle of strangers with cell phones and flip cams surrounding me.
It wasn’t long before an older gentlemen asked me to flex for him. Already uncomfortable with the attention, I declined.
After the crowd dispersed, I found him and offered a CD to make up for my rejection.
Surprising me with his honesty he smiled and said ‘I’m actually more of an easy listening guy’.
My pics will be viewed late at night on his phone, or printed and pinned to his wall – with no soundtrack behind it.
I accept the fact that 75% of the men who see my pictures never listen to my music. I am grateful for those who do and further encouraged by the few who my challenging, obscure music speaks to.
If I am viewed as something less than a person the joke is on the beholder for though I willingly share my body, in reality I’m a recluse communicating in symbols, sounds and abstract lyrics that bleed emotion while obscuring its cause.
Awesome version of ‘Unruddered’ featuring Elliot Kavee on drums and singer Jana Fisher. Performed at the infamous NYC venue, ‘Pianos’