When the music was still playing....

30 years in the music biz and damn, alot has changed...except for the money. Musicians make LESS now than 30 years ago! LOL
But I was just thinking about all the places I've played over the years...and how many of them are gone. Just here in Pittsburgh, the list goes kinda like this...

The Decade (and its many later incarnations, The Next Decade, Tobacco Roadhouse, Ribbits, etc...)

The Upstage

The Attic

Zelda's

Thirsty's

Kangaroo's

Anthony's

Nick's Fat City

Jack's on 18th

Dolly B's

Boo Boo's

Luciano's

Skelly's

Del Frati's

The Jukebox

The Electric Banana

Club Ed

The Riverside

Penn Cafe/Nooner's

3 River's Brewery

Rosebud

Metropol

Graffitti

and the list goes on & on....(these are just places that I used to play regularly

See kids, THIS is what happens when you don't support LIVE music. Businesses go under. That means that YOU have to pick up the tab for those lost tax dollars! LOL
Man...it's just sad.......

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