Eva Cassidy went to NYC to talk a recording deal. They wanted to change her into a marketable girl singer. She wasn't having any of it. Her live rendition of Somewhere Over the Rainbow is hauntingly beautiful. What a tragic loss.
As far as reverse star power, after one of the most lacluster performances I've ever witnessed, I resolved to have nothing to do with Eric Clapton in any way, shape or form. A week later, Barry Manilow came to town. Day of the show, a customer of mine bought forty tickets for six bucks each, so I said what the heck. Barry Manilow! He was one of the most delightful performers I've ever seen. His love of performing came across. He constantly poked fun at himself. Barry Manilow! It was such a contrast to Clapton's let's get this over with performance. Just exactly who is lame?
Barry Manilow has made about as much money as anyone. Doesn't have to do it.
But back to the topic, if a few guys with small pockets can buy a D 25, 35, or 40 instead of a Made in Mexico Taylor, that's a good thing. Reason enough to keep them under the radar. Taking a chance on one really does make them cool. I equate old Guilds to my son in law's MG Midget. When it's put back in good running order, we're going to go to a local car get together, a group of extremely well off guys who show off their McClarens, Ferraris and Lamborginis. There are a smattering of Porches. We're going to pop the hood and show off the 60 horsepower pushrod motor with the lovely SU twin carbs. That will be a laugh riot.