Buckcherry is apparently playing a G-rated concert tonight in Mobile, Alabama. In fact, the band is apparently contractually-bound to keep their rock antics "Disney" appropriate. The show is part of BayFest 2008.
I think this is a load of crap.
How can a band - that has gotten famous off songs like "Crazy Bitch" and "...Too Drunk to Fuck" - play a G-rated show? Moreover, how can this same band even agree to such a proposition? Oh yeah. Money.
Money rules all. How silly of me to think a band's creative expression might be important these days. Buckcherry can just go out, stifle their live show, change up the lyrics to their songs and Josh Todd can say "Golly gee, Mobile! How 'ya 'doin tonight?!"
Not Glam, people. Not Glam at all.
To Buckcherry's defense, Josh Todd did sort of say something like the band likes to do the same show every night. Translation: they like to swear and talk about sex. Quite frankly, it's also easier to do the same show over and over. Tours are highly scripted events, despite what any of us want to believe. So, on top of the censorship - the band is going to have to actually think a little more tomorrow night. Oh, the drama.
My thought is this: if you are promoting a festival or concert of any type, you better 1) consider your audience and 2) consider the bands that fit that audience. If the two don't gel - circle back and figure out a lineup that works. There's a reason most music festivals are geared toward adults: shows are rowdy, music is loud, tickets are expensive. Plus, you might hear an F-bomb. Or seven. When lawyers get in the way and start censoring live shows - and don't even get me started on the "clean" versus "explicit" lyrics on CDs - we've got a major problem. Live shows are the last place a musician can truly express their art. Sure, you hear some raunchy stuff on CDs - but when you get a band live - they are in their element. Litigate the hell out of a live show and you start chipping away at our already eroding civil liberties.
I wish Buckcherry had refused to perform the G-rated show. Of course, I wish I didn't have to do half the crap my employer says is part of my job description. At the end of the day we've all got bills. It just plain sucks.