I was telling my son about Andy Warhol’s declaration that in the future everyone will be famous for 15 minutes. He said, “who’s Andy Warhol?”
I’ve been in front of a microphone for all of my life, playing/paying my way thru colleges in a band, doing standup while my kids grew up, and now radio here in San Diego. I started performing because girls seemed to like musicians, but also because people paid attention to you. I know that sounds shallow, but it’s true. At the heart of why any of us performs is a neurosis that our words need amplification over yours.
Fame however is a fleeting thing, and keeps me working to justify my increased volume. I’ve been on national TV and heard my songs on the radio, and it’s a great feeling.
But I’ve been around long enough to not take it for granted. I’m not famous by any stretch, but there are enough people listening that occasionally I get recognized.
Like the other day this woman asked me, “Are you Chip Franklin?” “Yes, I said, “I am.” She tilted her head and then said, “You’re an a-hole” and walked away.
I bet Andy Warhol didn’t tell you that.