Paul Roub

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Not a Music Nerd, But...

… OK, yeah, I am actually a music nerd, but that’s not the point here.

A Nerd Musician. But not in the MC Frontalot sense.

Maybe Geek Musician? Nah, “nerd” is the operative word here… in the socially-awkward, or at least socially-hesitant, sense.

If you’re one of those, too, this may ring a bell:

I don’t like asking people to come to my shows.
Even though I really want them to.
I hate describing what I do.
Even though I like it, and love playing and singing it.
I tend to get really embarrassed and uncomfortable when people compliment me at a show.
Although I love it so very much when that happens.

Online promotion works very well for people like me, at least for anxiety-avoidance. But how do I get someone to look at my site, join the mailing list, in the first place?

By making a personal or musical connection, of course. By, I don’t know, inviting someone to come to a show. Personally.

So at the moment I’m sitting at Aroma Cafe, where I’m playing in a couple of weeks. There’s a band playing tonight. During the breaks, I’m actually handing out fliers. To real live people. I kinda painted myself into this corner, purposely – by making flyers that don’t really work in piles or tacked somewhere. ‘Cause there’s a drive full of stuff attached.

Needless to say, way more fun than sticking a pile of paper in the corner, or clearing space on the bulletin board.

If you are one of the recipients of these drives, and you’ve made it this far, I should tell you this is likely the most-neurotic blog post I’ve ever written. Normally I hide all this silliness as well as everyone else. And I’m perfectly happy and content onstage. Promise. Look.

See you a week from Wednesday.

Yours in dweeb-ness, Paul