Deaf Rockers: Technology Lending an Ear

You would probably be surprised at the number of deaf musicians in the rock’n’roll business. Especially amongst the old farts, who, obviously, stood too close to the Marshall stacks for too long. Perhaps, it is an indication of the lack of talent out here on tour that these deaf bastards can still make a living playing music. The vibrations are so loud for a bass player on stage that being deaf doesn’t actually hinder them much. A lot of musos get such bad mixes that they can’t hear themselves on stage anyway.

Deaf Rockers: Technology Lending an Ear

Technology is helping out though, with a number of musicians wearing hearing aid devices, which they probably turn off whilst playing, because it is just too bloody loud. Things like cochlear implants are making a big difference to the lives of deaf rockers around the world. Deafness in music is nothing new though, I mean, Ludwig van Beethoven banged out a lot of tunes, even after he went deaf. Good music vibrates in more places than just your ears. Good rock music shakes your base chakra until it bleeds, my friend.

Writing music and songs is more difficult when you are deaf and I imagine that technology has helped the deaf rocker in this pursuit. Most musician cannot read or write music, they play by ear, and if the ears don’t work, well. But now with these super powerful hearing aids, your muso is back in the game. They might still be tone deaf, but that’s another thing; and it has not held back the careers of a lot of super celebrities. Music is a way of life and making music is only a small part of it; living the lifestyle is bigger, my friend.

Deaf rockers and deaf roadies sharing their insights into the human condition; thank god for drugs and booze. Life on tour can reach some pretty banal zeniths, let me tell you. Some of the conversations I have had with drummers would put you off joining a band for life, my friend. I thank the deities that I have another life outside of all this and can return to the love and comfort of my family. There is only so much machismo I can take, skinny pricks strutting their stuff on stage, shaking their bony arses at the world. The thump of the bass and drums lowering the consciousness of the crowd to somewhere between a dump and a fart.