The Dirty Secrets of Rock ’n’ Roll

Every marketing guru and music industry “insider” on Earth will tell you the same thing:

“People want to see behind the scenes.”

They want the real inside scoop.

The day-to-day glamour.

The backstage chaos.

The rock ’n’ roll lifestyle.

Well… I’m here to pull back the curtain.

And honestly?

A lot of it is spreadsheets.

I know. I know. Not exactly the stuff of legend.

People imagine touring is all 4 a.m. parties, mysterious riders, smashed hotel TVs, and dramatic arguments over brown M&Ms.

Meanwhile, our actual daily routine looks something like this:

Emails.

Scheduling.

Budgets.

Texts.

More emails.

More scheduling.

Not even phone calls anymore, because apparently humanity has collectively decided talking on the phone is now illegal.

Sure, some of the emails involve drummers, guitar players, opera singers, lighting designers, projection screens, and giant century-old science fiction films…

…but it’s still an email.

A surprising amount of the music business turns out to be… business.

And look, I’m not complaining. Much.

It’s right there in the name: *music business*.

The “business” part was probably a clue.

Still, there are not many standing ovations connected with successfully reorganizing a production budget spreadsheet.

Although, to be fair, Victoria *will* leap to her feet if I manage to bring something in under budget.

So that’s today’s glamorous behind-the-scenes revelation:

Sometimes being a “rockstar” means spending two hours trying to figure out why a line item for cables somehow multiplied itself like rabbits in a Google Sheet.

Truly breathtaking stuff.

But here’s the thing…

I get to wake up every day and work with my beautiful, talented wife on bringing music we created to audiences across the UK this fall.

Twenty cities. Hundreds of miles. Hundreds of people each night gathering together to experience something we made from scratch.

Who gets to do that?

So yes, into every life, even that of a glamorous touring musician, a little spreadsheet must fall.

And honestly?

That seems like a pretty fair trade.

Okay, that’s it. I’m not gonna get mushy.

Also, I have to go remove £1,000 from our equipment budget before Victoria notices.

See ya,

Kevin

P.S. Up next: our first band member interview. Which means someone besides me finally has to answer the difficult questions.