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labellementeuse) wrote2007-04-09 04:54 pm
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Grr.
I am grouchy today.
monkeycrackmary linked to this: Joshua Bell plays at a subway, makes $30. And I wrote up a whole comment but it had nothing to do with her post, so instead I'm ranting here.
I've made more than that busking and I suck, and I'm sorry, but this is just part of it, that very very good music is not universal. It's just, it's not. The difference between bad and good, yeah, that's obvious to the layman, but between very good and Joshua Bell? Not intuitive, it actually is something that you have to learn. The reason Bell tickets sell for so much is that there are two select groups of people who go to classical music concerts: music critics and enthusiasts, and rich people. The first group have enough of an education to recognise it, and the second group wanna look cool. And the first group, I don't mean eminent music critics, I mean people who care about classical music and listen to a lot of it. And the probability is that most of the people going past at rush hour aren't in one of those two groups. And that's just borne out by Picarello, because he's played and he's listened a lot - it's not that he was tortured into giving up his art, or whatever.
It hasn't got shit to do with recognising beauty. People like to hear what they know. If Bell had stood there and played, say, Pachelbel's Canon, some Bach minuets, Humouresque by Dvorac, Twinkle Twinkle Little Star... he probably would have got a lot more, you know. Busking is an art just like classical musicianship is, and that's just leaving aside the problem of time (rush hour can be good for money, but it's awful for getting a crowd; there are a whole other bunch of problems with this kind of busking set-up.)
The article really hit the nail on the head about people looking at you, and giving money, and kids, though. When I busked regularly I used to love kids, especially parents with kids, because they would stop (and, um. Also, sometimes the parents could be generous.)
The other thing that made me pissy today was my boss. Yesterday I was working with Andy who, it turns out, doesn't have access rights to a no sale - opening a till. I talked to Mike today, assuming this was a mistake. Nope, apparently only "shift supervisors" are supposed to be able to open tills - "like at New World and McDonalds". Um, okay. The problem with that is a) we don't have dedicated shift supervisors and b) we aren't a New World. We have different needs. Apparently Andy doesn't need to be able to open his till, because he should be on forecourt the whole time and I should be on tills. What about, you know, the other work that needs doing? Oh, Andy should do that. Except that either Andy doesn't know how to do it, or they're privileged jobs. I love doing the drinks fridge, and it's the prerogative of the most senior or most pushy staff member, because it gives you at least an hour away from customers. Taking that privilege away so you can take away no sale access? DUMB. Plus, anybody who is working a till will need to do no sales. A lot. Grrrrrrrrrrrr.
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I've made more than that busking and I suck, and I'm sorry, but this is just part of it, that very very good music is not universal. It's just, it's not. The difference between bad and good, yeah, that's obvious to the layman, but between very good and Joshua Bell? Not intuitive, it actually is something that you have to learn. The reason Bell tickets sell for so much is that there are two select groups of people who go to classical music concerts: music critics and enthusiasts, and rich people. The first group have enough of an education to recognise it, and the second group wanna look cool. And the first group, I don't mean eminent music critics, I mean people who care about classical music and listen to a lot of it. And the probability is that most of the people going past at rush hour aren't in one of those two groups. And that's just borne out by Picarello, because he's played and he's listened a lot - it's not that he was tortured into giving up his art, or whatever.
It hasn't got shit to do with recognising beauty. People like to hear what they know. If Bell had stood there and played, say, Pachelbel's Canon, some Bach minuets, Humouresque by Dvorac, Twinkle Twinkle Little Star... he probably would have got a lot more, you know. Busking is an art just like classical musicianship is, and that's just leaving aside the problem of time (rush hour can be good for money, but it's awful for getting a crowd; there are a whole other bunch of problems with this kind of busking set-up.)
The article really hit the nail on the head about people looking at you, and giving money, and kids, though. When I busked regularly I used to love kids, especially parents with kids, because they would stop (and, um. Also, sometimes the parents could be generous.)
The other thing that made me pissy today was my boss. Yesterday I was working with Andy who, it turns out, doesn't have access rights to a no sale - opening a till. I talked to Mike today, assuming this was a mistake. Nope, apparently only "shift supervisors" are supposed to be able to open tills - "like at New World and McDonalds". Um, okay. The problem with that is a) we don't have dedicated shift supervisors and b) we aren't a New World. We have different needs. Apparently Andy doesn't need to be able to open his till, because he should be on forecourt the whole time and I should be on tills. What about, you know, the other work that needs doing? Oh, Andy should do that. Except that either Andy doesn't know how to do it, or they're privileged jobs. I love doing the drinks fridge, and it's the prerogative of the most senior or most pushy staff member, because it gives you at least an hour away from customers. Taking that privilege away so you can take away no sale access? DUMB. Plus, anybody who is working a till will need to do no sales. A lot. Grrrrrrrrrrrr.
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Luckily for me, I consider the greatest musical work of all time to be the Birthday Party's 'Junkyard', and I long ago came to terms with the fact that everybody else thinks it's a bunch of atonal shit.
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Speaking of good music (personal taste wise) I reckon the best male singer EVER was Paul Robeson. Sung "Old man River" in the original "Show Boat". I almost cried, seriously. But, it's all subjective.
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My pet peeve with these jobs is the way that bosses never allow for redundancy in a literal sense. They keep expecting staff to do discrete jobs and never realise that if that staff member is somewhere else or, heaven forbid, sick that they won't have anyone who can do the job. Same goes for hours, sometimes they get huffy that staff are sick or want their legally required holidays and they don't have enough numbers, yet they haven't created a way to deal with it.
I just don't see why you wouldn't have all your staff trained to be able to do everything, so they can all be really efficient and useful.
I have no idea about music. I know I like heavy stuff?
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Other than that. I love the random free-for-all that we have at my job. Ostensibly, we all have designated tasks, but mostly, we just all bustle around and do whatever needs doing. It's nice. (It also invites occasional "Will somebody get the damn phone"s every now and then, but I suppose you can't have everything.) The only thing that's not a free-for-all is that there's only about three keys to the till which is now always locked when not in use, since there've been some problems with an employee stealing from the store a while ago. Everyone's allowed to use the till itself, it's just they have to figure out who's got the keys at the moment. Which, I realize, might not be the most effective way of preventing employees from stealing, but.
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(Anonymous) 2007-04-09 03:55 pm (UTC)(link)She interprets the situation differently from the Washington Post reporters... I thought you might find it interesting.
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I worked at a turkey farm once though. Paid well, but it sucked horribly. Since my parents wouldn't let me quit outright, I first fled for five weeks to Quebec on government money to study French, and then I started doing university concurrently with high school, which let me quit anyway because I was too busy doing other stuff to work. . . ^^'' Seriously though, when I worked at that turkey farm, I DREAMED about working in McDonalds, where it was WARM, and MOSTLY CLEAN, and the only birds I had to deal with were HUMAN or DEAD.
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