Charley and I closed the place for a week and went fishing. I can't really call what I did for two hours an interview. Sitting on a gazebo deck overlooking the majesty of Western North Carolina is not a chore. The calming tinkle of chimes melded into Charley's discussion of his band, and the public indifference he sees towards artists. My only problem arose when a little pug dog tried to take a generous sloppy lick of my ice cold Pale Ale.
Nobody wants to pay people what they're worth.
As Brophey honed his chops on the mandolin, he noticed how creativity sort of took a backseat to all things material. Ten percent of the musicians that come through Asheville are making it. I really get worked up when musicians don't get paid for what they do. There's a lot of hard work going on behind the scenes. The light of our society is creativity and I hate to see it misplaced.