You really sound like a great neighbor, btw, one I would LOVE to swim with, and how the hell do you know where I live? Accusing the management of being racist is a serious accusation that one shouldn't bandy about. I happen to know the management personally, and you are so far off base it borders on slander. Did you know there are laws against making false claims like discrimination on the basis of color? And let me guess, you're white? But you don't have the courage to put your name on your comments, so I guess we will never know.
I disagree. Mixon has opened its doors countless times for the Mixon Maker's Market, where they welcome all kinds of people. They also put on concerts for the public, at their expense. I don't live there by the way, but I see they are constantly holding community events, just look at their calendar. I grew up on the west coast though, the land of the gated community. We didn't get mad when we couldn't swim in the pools, we just understood that you had to live in a place for the benefits to apply. I don't get mad at the Holiday Inn if I can't swim there without a reservation. That's not snobby or elitist, it's just the way things are :/ Most planned communities don't ever open their doors to the general public, y'all are just mad cause they have a pool you can't swim in. Be honest.
As a musician that plays in Charleston, as well as about 100 other cities regularly, I don't think it's any worse there than it is anywhere else. I kinda expect that the audience will talk unless I give them a reason to LISTEN. Isn't that my job as a musician? To give them a reason to shut the f*ck up and listen? I see it as a challenge, honestly. If people won't stop, I play Smell yo Dick! Shuts them right up! Charleston audiences are just drunk man, just like every other audience. If people are talking over us, I will make it my mission to get them to shut their mouths and pay attention. It works like 7 out of 10 times. Those other 3, when they won't shut up, those ones are for me. That's my time to work on my craft, and humility. It's a lesson and a blessing in a profession plagued by shitty attitudes and egos. If you can play your heart out when no one is listening, and just accept that you are doing the best job you can...no bruised egos, no tantrums...you just PLAY because it's your JOB.
I wonder how many "outlaws" have a trust fund the size of Shooter Jennings'? Way to beat a dead horse that your Daddy done killed.
Better than being a sad old fart, reading about someone else's glory days, wishing they were your own.
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