Those who have done any kind of public creative output at the amateur level must know the feeling of wanting to be reviewed. ANY exposure would be good, you think. If only the reviewers would come along to my show/exhibition/recital, the public would flock towards me like seagulls to a potato chip. (That is to say, they would fight among themselves for a piece of me. One may even pretend to be crippled, folding his leg under himself, in order to earn my pity. All because I gave a little piece to one of them, and his loud squawking told the rest there was something here - something worthwhile.)
Even if it's a mediocre review, you still think there is something to be made from it. I did a solo show a couple of years ago, to which a reviewer actually showed up, and actually wrote a mediocre review. In terms of pull-quotes (you know, those things you put on the poster - "Jaw-dropping"... LA Times), the only thing I managed to salvage from the mild-panning I received was "Lead is admittedly funny." Not exactly worth the lights I later had it re-printed in.Now, those modern enough to have used the internet have probably submitted the fruits of their creativity to be inspected by the public en masse. I'm talking MySpace, Garageband (back when it was a music website), Live.com, Poetry.com (scam alert!) and, more recently, YouTube. The hope - expectation? - again being that if only people had access to my genius I would be discovered, idolised, popularised, and lifted out of this grey existence. It happens for some. Rarely, but occasionally.
Rarer still is a reviewer reviewing a live show which was recorded and uploaded to YouTube as a preview/advertisement for said show. But, you know, it happens!
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| "Sizzling, tasty... will get your heart pumping!" |
And if anyone can salvage a pull-quote from this review they get a free double pass to the BLANK 50th Anniversary Show later this year. Leave your suggestions in the comments below.
http://bacontoday.com/bacon-the-musical/
