Alex Walsh Show Business Blog #2
Why am I doing this?
This has been the question my whole life. Why am I writing this again? I wrote the first blog post on Friday and since then I’ve been avoiding doing another. But today I felt like the avoiding was too much. I have all these sentences started in my head. But I didn’t start because they went nowhere. So what’s the point? I feel like my whole life is ahead of me. What else? I’ve got nothing to say. No big ideas. What do I know about show business? I don’t know.
I played for one hour in the Bart station in 1989 and made $8. I then calculated that I could quit my day job (in a fabric sample shop in the design district) because I hated it and I was only making $6 an hour. I was 22. It seemed like a good idea so I did it. And the rest is history.
No. Sorry. I went on to start a band which was actually a duo. Sort of like the White Stripes but with a dude drummer that I wasn’t married to. This was in 1990. I also worked in Pasqua, a Starbucks type coffee shop in San Francisco (before Starbucks took everything over). I was lucky because I found a manager/producer who wanted to be involved. He had a studio and a van and a good job at Wells Fargo, and he loooved us. So the three of us became the Young Blue Bucks. And it was cool. I was on my way.
But then the band broke up. Two years had past. It was either continue or fold. The manager lost his high paying job, and the drummer lost interest, and I just kept going. And here I am.
So what’s the point? Well, we had a good time, and the people we played for enjoyed us.
Just the other day on Facebook a guy messaged me that he woke up with a Young Blue Buck song, My Third Eye, in his head. Now that to me is crazy. And it makes me feel really good inside.
I guess that’s the point, right? People were touched by the music we made.
(I think I start asking what’s the point at times when I’m really lost. It’s like a mini-mid-life crisis that lasts for a few hours. I don’t think I’ve written enough because I still feel that way. I prefer it when writing clears everything out. Maybe I should write a song now…)