When my daughter was 16 or so she desperately wanted a job. At the time I was opposed because I figured, hell, she has her whole life ahead of her to work. Why not shield her for a long as possible to the old nose to the grindstone?
The I slowly realized that there is value in work, like those two fellas in Robert Frost’s poem. The guys just want to work because it feels good.
As a now retired person I am not averse to still working but 2020 put an end to any pipe dreams I might have had of picking up a part time job anywhere.
I have friends who, as formerly working stagehands, have not worked a day in over a year. That’s what I am now, a formerly working stagehand.
When was the last time you saw a tv ad for a rock and roll band or a road show coming to your local venue? I’ll wait.
And because you haven’y here is a partial list of all the people who depend on that work who are sitting at home:
Stagehands, electricians, carpenters, props people, wardrobe people, gofers, caterers, venue security, musicians, guitar techs, keyboard techs, drum techs, lighting designers, sound designers, set designers, shop people in lighting, sound and set shops, no seamstresses, cutters, stitchers, spotlight operators, truck drivers, forklift operators, Stage Managers, back up singers, producers, directors, dancers, choreographers, scenic artists, tour bus drivers, production management people, no front of house people like ushers or ticket takers, no box office personnel, no parking assistance, no deck hands, no deck electricians, no truck loaders, no business agents, no shop stewards.
No trucks or busses on the road, no buying diesel, no hotel nights, no airplane flights, no taxi’s to or from the airport. No lighting or sound rentals, no set rentals, no instrument rentals, no pyro rentals, no one is buying things like zip ties or gaffers tape. No one is building road boxes or props or costumes.
I know everyone of my friends in the above categories wished they could be working now.
I wish they were too.