Yeah, I know what you're thinking. You ain't no Martin Scorsese. Hugo only lost 80-million bucks. I've only lost about three-grand making films in the last thirty years. You're not betting on me? Most films lose money. Bet you didn't know that. And most artists get funding from people who believe in their visions and getting their investments back isn't their first idea. It's just; get the thing done. They're just happy to help make art and be credited as a champion of making art. That, you knew. But when I'm driving down the street and there's a guy there with a cardboard sign nobody can read, and he's been on that corner for about ten years, I don't get mad. Really I don't. When he looks me in the eye, points to his wheel chair (he can totally walk), and performs his schtick, I think to myself, it's fuckin' hot out here. He's out here every day, morning to night. He's sweating, pacing up and down, his stuff is in the road, this guy's working his ass off. But I don't have to give him my money. Sometimes I do--sometimes my last dollar--, but I don't have to. And if he's asking, and someone else gives him a buck, why would that piss me off? Makes the giver feel good, puts some change in the hard-working dude's pocket. I'm happy for the whole deal.
It's free to get into Tabernacle shows. Nobody gets paid - except in beers. In fact, I don't accept payment. I say, give me all the beer I can drink and leave us alone. We all gather and share and perform, and hone our craft. We get good. We get valuable. Some of the folks go on to great careers in their fields - art, comedy, music, etc. Some don't, but so what? They got on a stage and braved the lights. Braved the wrath of the demanding audience. Hey Tom, can you play my benefit? Sure. Hey Tom, can you do the skills you paid to learn (three degrees from college, cum laude) for me as a courtesy? I'll buy you a drink. Sure, man. Hey Tom, can you make me a web page? Yeah, no problem. I've made three-dozen web pages for friends I like, for friends who've died, for friends who just don't know how to make a web page. We drink a beer. Now, they're Internationally available. They got great web pages.
So If I say, hey, you got five bucks to give to our show? Our stage? You got five bucks to help pay for some tubes of paint? Hey, you got five bucks for this twenty dollar coffee mug I designed? You can do one of three things: Cough up the dough and say thank you, don't cough up the dough but keep coming to the shows and contribute your attention & applause, or otherwise you can fuck off and die. All's I'm saying is, don't be angry.
Here's where you can cough up some dough:
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