When a business professor at the School of Business and Economics at Wilfrid Laurier University, 1992-1994 (more precisely, assistant professor), was teaching classes where all the students were Ontario Scholars; an intellectual elite, of sorts. Also, for the most part, an economic elite, of sorts. Never had much of a sense that many of the students were economically stressed. Perhaps illusion, on my part.
Reality was one student who was brilliant, but not evidently cash flushed. Back in the day when it was not uncommon (or illegal) to inquire as to students’ backgrounds, asked this student what his parents did. Mentioned that his father had been a musician; no longer on the family scene.
Impressed. What band?
Turned out to be a band that never got beyond the Ontario bar circuit, when there was a bar circuit. Where bands could play multiple venues, across the province, and at least make some money.
You must be very proud of your father.
Not exactly. Caused a lot of hardship to the family. Economic and personal.
Did not want to talk further about his father.
End up thinking about all these musicians who come and go. People can overlook, and maybe the musicians also overlook, that they start families. Families that fracture. Musician pursuing talent and dreams, with no sense of economic reality. Saw this in Margo Davidson. When she staying at my apartment and wasn’t playing, and no money was coming in…well, money kept not coming in.
Many of these musicians, despite lack of national or international success, do leave permanent legacies. Recordings that never went anywhere at the time. Memorabilia Some lasting spirit of talent. Often, they leave more than they appreciate. And too often, without a will or any sense of legacy, they leave it to be scattered nowhere. No legacy for themselves, their partners, or their children.
Met one who was haunted by who his father was, and was not. What his father did, and did not.
“My father was a musician. Not so good.”