I have mixed emotions on the fair circuit. On one hand, they're playing at fairs, with carnies in every direction. On the other hand, they're still playing.
I had the opportunity about a month ago to preview Lou Gramm's appearance at a local fair, which I did mainly to see if I could get to talk to Lou Gramm. It took me a 12-second Google search and one email to set up an interview. Gramm actually called me -- no intermediary -- and said, "Hello, Junkie? This is Lou Gramm. ..." We spent 45 minutes on the phone and I actually had to end the call. He was glad someone wanted to talk with him about the olden days; apparently media types don't call him much anymore.
His show was, eh. How good do you expect a 73-year-old who can barely move to sound? Actually, not nearly as good as Gramm did sound, which was very surprising. I parlayed this into an opportunity to hang for 10 minutes after the show with the guy who once upon a time was lead vocalist in my favorite band during high school. He told a cool story about playing pool with John Lennon. And I parlayed that 10-minute meeting into a five-minute meeting with his bashist, Tony Franklin, who played 40-ish years ago with Kate Bush on what was at the time her only live performance of "Runnin' Up That Hill" (which despite being a hit during my peak music listening days, I did not know was a song until it re-broke last year during "Stranger Things"). On lead guitar for that mid-80s Kate Bush gig? None other than David Gilmour. Franklin was amazed I knew any of this, and I was amazed that he got to play with Gilmour. So, by the way, was he.
And I got an elephant ear. Advantage, fairs.