The Wages, An Illustrated Story | 23. Songs and Parables | Men to Never Meet
The video has turned up online decades later, but I would get no money from that—and what began as a sentimental comments section has devolved into a bunch of men that I never want to meet complaining about my music while they argue about what it would be like to have sex with me.
After Snappy Tramp I could have tried for more recording, but watching the charts is like having a weekly job review that is good one or two times but usually bad, and if it’s bad you’re on your way out. The idea of trying to recoup on another expensive music video was daunting. I think my nerves made the choice for me finally. I was still most interested in staying sane. I was a bereaved mother, not a fresh new face.
The Canadian bar circuit, through Windsor, and the rest of Ontario and then up north with a few loops through the Prairies and Quebec, kept us going, and I gave up on the records. I left chasing rainbows to the young risk-runners, and decided I was happy to bring a little joy to the good people of Wawa and Sudbury. Making a living, just like the people I was playing for. Not super-stardom, but we could pay our bills. My audience would be mining towns, and resources workers, and Ontario was still a manufacturing powerhouse full of money then. There were enough country fans out there that we could build a band, and eat too.
