I Signed The Permission Slip For This (Vince Staples Tour Diary)While professional music artists are often glamorized for the luxurious lifestyle of first class flights, upscale hotels, and worldly travels, there’s a side of life on the road that’s less documented: the downtime. There’s more time spent sitting in a venue or at a hotel than there is on stage. Not to mention, attempting to be a tourist in the city is rarely possible to achieve uninterrupted by the casual passer-by.
Most days, it feels better to stay inside. However, as life at home moves forward, there’s a demand for your attention from friends and family, which can be emotionally taxing. Personal matters: deaths in the family, sickness, or general goings-on, weigh on the artists, too, whose life as an empath requires them to feel and be felt.
When chatting with Vince Staples on tour about these pressures, I inquired if it felt like he spent most days in a cage. He looked back at me and simply responded, “I signed up for this when I signed the permission slip.”
I interpretted “this” as the emotional baggage of maintaining his humanity, while still putting on a show to majority white fans who may or may not wholly understand, let alone empathize with, the show they are attending. That’s show biz.