"I'm playin' music for a certain type of person. Fortunately, there are more and more of us. At least there are more comin' to see me than there were 30 years ago or so"
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There is a quiet flex buried in Mose Allison's offhand humility. He frames his career not as a conquest of the masses but as a long conversation with "a certain type of person" - a phrase that draws a line without getting precious about it. Allison is naming a tribe: listeners who like their swing with a side-eye, their blues with literate bite, their virtuosity delivered like a shrug. He's not chasing approval; he's curating a room.
The slyness is in "Fortunately". Most artists talk about audiences like weather - unpredictable, owed, out of their control. Allison treats them like proof of concept. The subtext: if your work is specific enough, the world eventually grows into it. Taste catches up. Cult becomes canon, or at least becomes sustainable. That "more and more of us" turns fandom into fellowship, as if the audience isn't consuming him so much as joining him.
Then the kicker: "more comin' to see me than there were 30 years ago". It's a joke with teeth. At an age when nostalgia acts coast on old hits, he's pointing to a delayed reward. Allison's kind of music - jazz that flirted with rock, lyrics that sound like stand-up in 12-bar form - often lands strongest after the first wave of hype has passed. The line reads like a survival note from the margins: stay weird, stay precise, and let time do the marketing.
The slyness is in "Fortunately". Most artists talk about audiences like weather - unpredictable, owed, out of their control. Allison treats them like proof of concept. The subtext: if your work is specific enough, the world eventually grows into it. Taste catches up. Cult becomes canon, or at least becomes sustainable. That "more and more of us" turns fandom into fellowship, as if the audience isn't consuming him so much as joining him.
Then the kicker: "more comin' to see me than there were 30 years ago". It's a joke with teeth. At an age when nostalgia acts coast on old hits, he's pointing to a delayed reward. Allison's kind of music - jazz that flirted with rock, lyrics that sound like stand-up in 12-bar form - often lands strongest after the first wave of hype has passed. The line reads like a survival note from the margins: stay weird, stay precise, and let time do the marketing.
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