"So what can we expect from a live Dia Frampton show?"
This question, for some reason, seems to be a very popular interview question, besides the "How has your life changed since The Voice?" (Answered that one about...a million times already. Ha).
It's a hard question to answer because, I don't want to say what I'm really thinking when they ask that question:
"Uhm....I don't know."
No one coming to a show or asking the above question wants to hear a flat out, "I don't know!" But the truth is, I really don't, and I think that's the beauty of a live show. You really don't know what to expect. It's organic. I could totally butcher a song, forget lyrics, trip and fall on Meg's guitar cable.... The mood of a live show changes all the time. The mood of the artist changes all the time. That's an important factor to take into mind as well.
There have been a lot of shows where I have "lost myself in the music." Shows that have been the best night of my life, where I've been genuinely smiling ear to ear, just so grateful to be on stage and even more grateful that the crowd seems to be just as happy as I am and also responsive.
But there have been other times, many other times, where that's not the case at all.
Like yesterday, I was grumpy and sick, my nose running, a full body chill, a cough that wouldn't be suppressed by all the Halls drops in the world, a sore throat, and...WHAT? I have to go out and sing in front of a crowd of people and pretend like I'm having the time of my life?
There have been shows where not so great things have happened. I remember one show a few years ago, where my boyfriend and I of 1 and a half years had a terrible fight, and after a 2 hour phone call of tears and exasperated yelling, we broke up. Then my tour manager popped his head in the door and said, "Get your in ear monitors on! You're on in 20 minutes." What?
Or what about the time we played a show up in Canada where 4 policeman stood guard at the side of the stage (during our entire set), waiting to take our dear Guitar player in for questioning. (Long story, but he was completely innocent...very long story). That was definitely not a relaxing show for him, nor anyone.
What about the show I had the worst period cramps in my life....
The show where Meg went to the hospital, drove to the venue, played the show, and then went back to the hospital.
The show where I was in one state, and my little sister was back in Utah in the emergency room for a high risk case of pneumonia....the doctor saying she'd have to sleep in the hospital for a few nights with the "red alert" on her?
The show where all 5 of us band mates got in a huge fight the day before and were barely talking to each other...and then we had to go out and play together?......
Most people don't think about these things when they're watching a show. Not because they're ignorant, but just because...well, you just don't.
I sure as heck don't think about those things when I'm watching my favorite band.
And that's just it. Both parties don't think about those things. There is a secret ingredient us musicians should always keep in mind: Respect for the audience.
I enjoy it when an audience is captivated in my show (If I'm lucky! :)). I enjoy it when they're singing along, my lyrics engraved in their minds. I enjoy it when they laugh at one of my dumb jokes. When they politely wait outside the venue for doors to open. When they come early for a good seat. When they yell out a song request. When they cheer. When they get lost inside one of MY songs. It's an amazing feeling. They give so much when they come to a show. And that's why I (and my fellow musicians) must give back.
That's why every night when I go out on stage, I leave everything behind me. All my worries, frustrations with life, an argument with a boyfriend, missing my mom, sickness, fatigue, even hunger! Haha. There have been times when I've gone out on stage wishing for a delicious sandwich! Ha. When did I last eat...what?...5 hours ago!? But the crowd is the reason I dress up, pin my hair up, put my lipstick on.
It's just like when you've been in a relationship with someone for a while and all of a sudden, you stop caring. I'm not saying that you aren't allowed to sit with your loved one in your sweat pants, pony tail, & no make up on. (Aw, that sounds so nice right now). But sometimes when you're with someone for a long time you end up dressing like that all the time. You stop going to the gym, forget or don't care to shave your legs, to put his favorite perfume on. I mean...you've been together for so long it doesn't matter right?
Wrong. Or at least I think so. It's important to "get ready" for your significant other. And take that and times it by 100 and that's how important it is for me to "get ready" for the audience.
Vocal warm ups. Check.
Curled hair. Check.
No alcohol. Check. (I don't mind drinking on stage for other artists, but I have seen some artists that have been so drunk they can barely make it through a song...and that...to me...is very disrespectful to their audience).
All my worries, cares, and grumbling...that's put away in a cupboard for the one hour I'm on stage. Because that time is yours and mine, together. For music. That one hour is for us to forget about everything else. I'll leave my cares behind if you leave yours:
Your mid term paper that you haven't even started on yet
Your rent payment that's due soon
You just got laid off from your job
Your girlfriend dumped you
You just got out of rehab
You have a head ache
You lost your wallet
Your dad never praises you, but always brings up the bad things
Your parents are getting a divorce
You're trying to quit smoking and your hands are shaking
I never thought about YOU guys! I never thought that, hey, maybe someone in the audience is having a terrible day but decided to come out to the show anyways! Maybe someone in the audience is feeling sick, too. They're here. They are smiling!
Let's make a promise from here on out. Live music concerts are a time to close your eyes, forget all your cares, and sing the lyrics to your favorite song louder than the person on stage.
That's what I do when I go to concerts.
When I go to a show of a band I love, I'm the girl in the back singing and screaming out all the lyrics loudly, waving my 5 t shirts I bought (The last show I went to, I spent $250 on band merch! Ha! I love being a music fan). I'll be the girl checking the seat next to me every 2 minutes, making sure no one took any of my 4 vinyls I bought. The girl making friends with the people next to me (or annoying the hell out of them). The girl who's happy to be there with a band that I know is also happy to be there!
Cheers to live concerts!
P.S. My sister Meg at www.chandlertherobot.com released her 1st Thursday pieces today of Herman the Nerdbot necklaces. (She releases special limited edition pieces the 1st Thursday of every month). Catch March's necklace online before they're sold out. :)