I was fortunate enough to find a near-mint copy of
Feel . . . The Vejtables through Discogs, and purchased it from a friendly vendor in Greece.
(The Vejtables were an SF band who lasted only a year or two around 1965-1966)
I'd heard most of the tracks on this compilation before, but listening to them at CD-quality was a delight.
The 8-page booklet notes were an eye-opener. Someone by the name of Jud Cost, editor of
Cream Puff War, clearly did his homework. So much information about the band members, how they got together, where they played, and how they got themselves recorded. I had no idea the female vocalist was also the band's drummer. Way to go, girl!
But what got me thinking, as I struggled to read the tiny print of the notes, was how so many talented musicians never get the breaks needed to become famous. A chance meeting in a club, a word here and there, and some artists are on their way to fame and fortune. Other artists work the club circuits day and night, as many as six or seven gigs in 24 hours, and end up exhausted, disillusioned, with nothing to show for it.