- Forum Clout
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I knew a guy (he's dead now) who used to do vocals for a whole slew of local metal cover bands. Priest, Sabbath, Dio, Maiden, that kind of shit. They played shitty clubs, the Elks lodge, biker picnics and the like. He wasn't a good singer, exactly, but he was passable. He also had himself a grubby little posse of "musicians", friends, and hangers-on who came to all his shows, got drunk, helped move equipment and etc.
The point being that after forty years in his local music "scene", the obese buffoon has no one. No fans, no friends, no bands to jam with, nothing. He sits there all by himself, playing the same tiresome "classics" he learned forty-plus years ago, for an audience of disinterested and most likely annoyed patrons, who just wanted something to eat or drink and unwittingly found themselves as a captive audience. It's almost hard to believe how pitiful it is, but then again, it's Joe. There's no fucking way he makes any money doing this, who's he drawing with his gigs?
