four seasons of a music career
fiction
Edward w Pritchard
When the incredibly talented lead singer who made you all very wealthy begins to march in place in a purple suit on stage before singing the song that got you here, when the paunchy guitar player aggressively arches his back before hitting a couple of new licks that don't belong in your style of music and when the drummer has his hair permed before a gig; time has moved on and the band is in the late Fall of it's run.
Money, fame and notoriety are blasé now, its a chore to face another audience and here you are in Peoria Illinois on a Saturday night singing about thirty years ago in New Jersey.
Incredible talent manifested changes people and musicians are changed by money, fame and notoriety.
Time for a new venue, seasons and locations change but the song remains the same to the audience. Only the performers evolve, the audience are stuck in New Jersey's culture forty years past. "I can see there ain't no room for me"
tribute to The four Seasons
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