Hey…I didn’t write that…
Some quick background: A few weeks back, I wrote a column for the Greenville Journal about something that had been on my mind. I missed The Handlebar. I know, it’s a tired complaint by this point, but that’s what I was thinking about that day.
Today, several days after it ran in the printed Journal, it got picked up online and started spreading. Before I’d eaten breakfast, I was persona non grata in every good music venue in town.
It’s not been my favorite day.
At first, I couldn’t figure out why my point went so wildly astray. In fact, it was only just now at 5pm that someone pointed out to me what the Greenville Journal’s social media people posted on Facebook.
Someone (not me) wrote the following as the Facebook post title of an article that had my name on it:
“In summation: Greenville’s music scene is simply not very good.”
It’s not in my nature to find a bus and throw somebody under it, but damned if I don’t find myself ready to do just that.
Let’s be clear: I didn’t write that line. I think that line is false. The fact that line is attached to my name has turned me (an old, tired, nearly-washed-up writer guy) into an apoplectic, cursing, footstomping lunatic.
So, here I sit after a day of trying to figure out what in the hell just happened, trying to figure out, beyond that, what to do about it.
Here’s the thing:
When I wrote the piece, I set out to make this point: Greenville’s marketing arm celebrates itself in Top Ten lists around the country. It celebrates the #YeahThatGreenville hashtag and all that it represents. The city marketing machine, however, does precious little to support the music community. The noise ordinance can be too restrictive. The marketing doesn’t do much to push the local music scene to the big magazines. It has the ability to support venues and musicians, but it doesn’t do enough. It’s only the venues that take their fate into their own hands and implement venue management software, have a strong marketing strategy, and support local music that can actually succeed. Nor, for that matter, do the local people who don’t want to buy tickets to see local acts play.
That was the point I set out to make. That the city leaders and the marketing people behind Greenville could do more to help the scene. And they aren’t.
When the piece ran in the printed paper last week, I didn’t hear one peep from anyone. I literally thought it was a dud.
And then today it got framed like this: (again, not my words): “In summation: Greenville’s music scene is simply not very good.”
This is the point where people I respect in the community began engaging in the kind of vitriolic talk you might expect from people who were just told they are “not very good.”
Well, of course they are going to be pissed off.
Thing is: I don’t believe that at all, and it was a complete misinterpretation of the point I hoped to make.
I love the local clubs. I don’t get out as much as I used to, but I still go, and I appreciate that running those venues is often thankless work. I have great admiration for the people who do it, and the fact that people think I don’t makes me sorry.
The point I was hoping to make stands: the city should do more to support music and help fill that mid-sized club hole.
But know this: the local music community is full of great people who work hard to offer people like me music. As I said in the article, “We’re better off for all of them and all the local artists who play the small stages around town. We owe them big time for keeping us in music.”
I’m no expert. I’m not a guy who could run a damned club. But I love music, and I love Greenville, and I sincerely just wanted the people who run this city to know that.
I’ve had some good conversations with good people today, including the folks at Greer’s The Spinning Jenny, a venue that is working hard to fill that one niche I was talking about.
But I’ve also talked with other people. Bookers, musicians, and other journalists. Some folks said just to eat it and let it blow over. Others listened to my explanations privately and said they understand where I’m coming from. The coolest thing that’s happened is having local artists contact me privately and invite me to come see them play.
If you disagree with the article itself, I can appreciate that. We can disagree about the need for a venue that size. I still would like one.
And if I didn’t make my point well enough or if it seemed like I was blaming any of the hardworking music community for that, that’s on me. It probably wasn’t the most elegant thing I’ve written. Let me come to your show. I’ll buy the beer and help you load out.
But if you think that I wrote “In summation: Greenville’s music scene is simply not very good,” I beg you to think again.
I didn’t write it. I don’t believe it. And I’ll stand in the middle of Main Street and scream until everybody knows that.