The Encore
Encores: it’s understandable where they came from; Imagine an act so good, so good that after it is over the entire audience begs for the performer to return and perform further. What an outstanding compliment! It would be the performance of a lifetime and later in life the artist would tell of the show when, after leaving the stage, they were begged for more, how, upon hearing the crowd chant, “Encore! Encore!” for almost 20 minutes, they clamored back onto the stage and the audience erupted with cheers and applause. “It was one helluva night” they’d say, “Best night of my career”.
Today’s Encores though are mere etiquette at best, they are cheapened, anticipated, and superficial. They are part of the act. Any artist that plays the Encore game is automatically thought of as ‘less-than’ by myself. ‘Don’t tell me this is your last song, when you have a small song set in your head for the first(of possibly many)Encores’. The ubiquity of this ‘curtain call’ in the more popular performances sickens me.
The Encore has lost it’s shine these days. It’s a sell-out. It’s a pathetic self-esteem boost. It’s the ‘everybody-gets-a-trophy” day at the local mini golf course.
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