by lemshep, posted 10/24/15 16:27:29
Acceptance for an artist is a constant obsession. Not being accepted was once a proud badge to be worn that showed we were on the cutting edge. There is no cutting edge or envelopes to push for blues music today and I don’t think there has been for a long time.
We all have our own way to measure how well we did when we get back to the motel and think about a performance. For me it’s not artistic perfection or being in good form. It’s a matter of how I communicated and made a connection to people who so graciously took time out to watch me perform. Sometimes it can be a single audience member who I believe may have a “superior reckoning of the blues”
After one particular performance I was invited back to a pot luck dinner in the basement of a local church. I arrived about a half hour after everyone else as I first had to pack up my gear and drop it off at the motel. As l began to prepare my plate I saw the matriarchal figure that danced and clapped through most of my set. She beckoned me over and said “hey lem, I saved you a rib honey”