Author: Lehmann, Ted

Does Every Band Deserve an Encore?
 

Does every band's performance deserve to receive an encore or a standing ovation every time it performs? I don't think so. Somehow, in our desire to be nice and to encourage every band, we think we should rise, shout, and cheer, encouraging the emcee to bring everyone back for just one more song. Perhaps it's an outgrowth of our desire to use positive reinforcement to improve everyone's performance whether they deserve it or not. We see the worst manifestation of this in the way parents treat their children while they're seeking to improve their athletic performance or teachers relying on telling people who know they haven't done well that they're simply wonderful. It's not necessary to become mean or nasty in trying to improve or correct the performance of others. Rather, we need to reward excellence with recognition, and refuse to accept mediocrity with silence rather than uncritical applause.

When I was about ten to twelve years old my folks decided It would be a character building experience to send me to my uncle’s dairy farm close to the booming metropolis of South Prarie Washington population @64, and I gotta admit, it built a character, but I’m not sure it was the what they were expecting.

My uncle was a stern, no nonsense, hard-fisted sort, with a short fuse and a strong belief in the educational abilities of the leather strap, and I was a pupil in need of education. And the classes started immediately.

He believed in hard work, and that I should be the one doing it. I, however, believed that a boy’s summers should be spent laying in a haystack or swimming in the creek.

I remember that he had a problem on the farm with star thistle. Apparently this nasty little weed is considered a delicacy to a cow, but a cow’s stomach, on the other hand, has serious problems when it tries to digest it. Therefore my uncle gave me the job of removing it from the pasture. I went out with a wheel barrow and leather gloves and was given the lower forty to de-thistle.

South Prairie Washington on a hot summer day is a beautiful place. It just feels like summer is supposed to feel. Makes a boy sleepy. Pulling them thistles really was a nasty job. Frankly I didn’t much want to do it, and my uncle was nowhere to be seen, so I lay down in the wheel barrel, pulled my cap over my face, and promptly went to sleep. …And it was the perfect sleep…I was dreaming about cows or something, sun warming my shirtless chest, lost in the magic….

I awoke flying through the air. The sound of leather hitting my hide. Trying to run with sleeping feet. Beginning to understand the serious nature of star thistle removal.

My uncle had a few words to say. I didn’t know he knew those words…but I got the message. The star thistles were removed.

Well, that there farm life might of made John Denver Thank God he was a country boy, but apparently he never met my Uncle Sam. I mostly remember milking cows before sunrise, bucking hay bales that weighed more than I do now, standing in my boots in cow manure hosing down the runway to the dairy shed, and worst of all there wasn’t a guitar or a banjo on the property and if there was, my uncle probably wouldn’t have let me play it..

And anyhow I’m a city boy. I’ve lived a lot of places, and in most of those places the people outnumbered the cows. But I, gotta admit. I still got a little South Prairie Washington in my blood. But not enough to appreciate the smell of cow manure in the morning.

Thank God I’m a city boy.



In our desire to be nice and to help build our struggling genre, we confuse applause, cheering, and calling a band back with helping them to improve and strengthen their performances to the point where they truly deserve recognition. Trying hard and meaning well just aren't enough. Bluegrass is a difficult and complex genre to master. While we can all identify bands emerging from the parking lot, family bands performing at festivals, children who are cute and precocious, and long-standing local bands wishing to broaden their outreach, we actually know that such groups are not ready for prime time and do not perform at the level of the professional bands they seek to join. They get gigs often because they make it possible for bluegrass promoters to be able to afford to book the top bands who really deserve recognition. I applaud balanced lineup that contain bands of varying quality and amounts of experience. How else can lesser groups gain the experience they need to develop? I don't think, however, that every band performing deserves to be recalled for an encore.

Contests are an excellent way for emerging bands and individual instrumentalists to gain recognition. Winning such a contest, especially where it is characterized by professional standards of blind judging, carries with it the imprimatur of having competed and won against a group of others of similar accomplishment. On the other hand, playing in church seems to lose the quality of a band's performance in the recognition of their expression of faith. Meanwhile, I remember sitting with Tony Williams (Josh's Dad) as he spoke about taking Josh to festivals and contests where Josh had to compete time after time against Cody Kilby, each driving the other to further achievement. A couple of weeks ago, I listened to a number of competitors and judges in a postmortem at RenoFest talking about their contest experience with warmth and appreciation for each other and amusing reminiscences about their previous meetings in contests. It doesn't seem that not always winning has destroyed their lives. I talked later with a contestant who learned from his experience that he really had a lot of work to do if he wanted to reach a high standard. Everyone learns in life that their performance has limits and their rise in popularity and recognition depends on hard work and dedication to betterment. Unwarranted recognition without such work can easily lead to self-satisfaction and indolence.

Meanwhile, it almost seems as if emcees and audience are in a league to make sure every band, regardless of relative merit, receives a callback for an encore. If an audience appears lukewarm in its response, the emcee will egg them on until their cheering becomes loud enough for him or her to call the band back. On the other hand, a small group of fans (or agitators) can yell and cheer, encouraging the emcee to call a band back, even though the audience reaction has, indeed, been only modestly encouraging. Neither response is really honest or helpful to bands seeking to improve and earn genuine plaudits. Often, a raucous call for an encore is more a statement about the style

We seem to live in a world where we're increasingly reluctant to make qualitative judgments. Too often I hear performers or fans say, “It's all good.” Well, it isn't all good, and it won't be unless we insist on it. The ease of making recordings without the intervention of a label has also complicated the development of bands, although the recording industry has always figured that about ninety percent of releases never make back their costs. There's plenty of mediocrity to go around; in bands, in performances, and in recordings. Sometimes enthusiasm is mistaken for quality and often slavish adherence to tradition is lauded as honoring the founders. Let's use our applause and cheers to recognize real excellence and make bands earn their returns to the stage.

 
Posted:  4/9/2013



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