As those of you who read this blog know, I spent a fair amount of this year as a substitute teacher which turns out to be a pretty great job if one still harbors any professional musical aspirations. The downside is, when summer comes the money stops. Having yet to break into the either the private teaching or club scene here I do not have that backup source of income.
Having been spurred into action by desperation, usually what it takes I am afraid, I have been pounding the pavement both metaphorically and literally. In that spirit I jumped on my motorcycle packing my demos and press kits and rode to the the biggest, baddest casino in the area, Buffalo Thunder. Which is where I encountered some very large guys in some very serious looking suits who were constantly talking into their cuff links. I was there to see the marketing manager though and I was not going to back down or leave until I did.
I can tell you those cats did not want me to find the corporate offices. After several attempts to escort me outside the casino or employ a strategy of misdirection. The biggest irony is that after being sent to every corner of the casino, sometimes more than once, the person I needed to see was readily available behind an unlocked door in a relatively unsecured part of the facility.
The woman in charge of marketing was gracious enough to grant me an impromptu interview and look with some interest at my demos and press kit. Whether they immediately ended up in the circular file I do not know, but I did get her card and permission to make a follow up call. I think I might even have something intelligent to say after getting some very sound advice from my most trusted friend in the music industry, Michael Ferenci.
I will keep you posted.
Cameron
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