The Wages, An Illustrated Story | 23. Songs and Parables | Highway 2


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A small horizontal line-drawing with colour. The sun shines through clouds on a country scene with rolling green and gold hills. There is a cluster of trees at the left, bordered by a line of trees with an illegible red billboard. On the right horizon is a far-away radio tower. A four-lane highway runs along the bottom of the picture, with a few cars, a transport truck, and Brandy's turquoise schoolbus van. End of image description.

“Our audience is getting older, and don’t want to drink on weeknights. People are more worried about driving home loaded. The six-night stays are over. If scale pay keeps weakening, we’ll be trying to live by passing a jug around the audience. Phil keeps saying there’s an easier way for him to book us in the casinos and those newer venues. He says things are taking a new direction. He keeps saying the T-word.”

“Tribute band? No way. I love covers, but I make them mine. I don’t want to get a bunch of crappy wigs, and be the older and shorter version of so-and-so, with a more rinky-dink light show. The stage is the only place I feel like myself sometimes. I have fought hard for that. Tell Phil to find someone else who will be happier being an actress.”

“OK miss artiste, I don’t want to do it either. But then you have to define yourself somehow, to keep people interested in you.”

“They still get excited when I play the start of ‘Trashy’, and I heard ‘Can’t Touch a Dream’ on the easy radio station in Tillsonburg. It’s my cross-over sleeper.”

“From the ’70s. Two decades ago.”

“I thought I was in some pretty good company on that station.”


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