Is there still joy, a love of music today? I believe so even if the pureness, the innocence has been lost. A time where music was just music and not a corporate entity whose main goal is to make all the money it can, push you aside and move on to the next big thing. An industrial machine manufacturing promises to desperate artists to sign over their soul, their life and their music. Tunnel vision, blind ambition and naivety winning out over level headedness and finding that you are more than just the music you perform, you are also a commodity, a business. Thinking about that is unsettling for sure and who wants to think about that dark spot in the spotlight? Things change.
Music changes, gone are the days of waiting outside a music store to pick up the latest release. Born are the days of pre-ordering via the internet or iTunes where you download yourself into instant gratification. I do like instant gratification and you have to adjust with “progress” or evolution and sometimes changes aren’t all bad, but they aren’t always good either. Let’s take for instance that we have walked into the world of auto tune. Everything is always perfect, but perfection is not real, nothing is perfect. It is the imperfections that make us unique, human. I miss a true guitar solo, the sound of dueling guitars. Has there been a decline of these recently? It seems that way. Thankfully not all artists have forgotten the greatness of a kickass duel between the lead guitar and the rhythm guitar, one playing off the other. Close your eyes, can you hear it, do you remember that sound? I can.
Today there is deterioration in what is perceived as musicality. People with no talent vocally or musically that sure as hell don’t know how to write a decent lyric being adored by a multitude of fans. What happened? I don’t know about you, but I love brilliantly constructed songs, with melodies, catchy choruses and bridge sections that impress the hell out of you; those songs that keep your attention from beginning to end and you find yourself singing, humming them for days. I love the nuances of the music and all of its parts, the unbridled power of a solid rhythm section that works together so seamlessly and whose job it is to vibrate your very essence. Those drummers full of double bass action, appendages moving at the speed of light while keeping the time so effortless. A lead singer that is confident, cocky, arrogant and dripping with swagger. A vocalist that can actually sing on their own with no assistance or lip syncing, a musician who knows how to play their instrument, what a novel concept this is, right?
Still, even now, I adore music, I appreciate swagger. I applaud those with actual musicianship, the powerfulness you possess which inspires me, demands that I stand up, pay attention and also drives my need to write about music. I write from the heart and from emotion, it is my style and I like my style. I don’t like to be labeled or put neatly into a defined little box tied up with a pretty pink bow. I don’t like being immersed in conformity. I say if you don’t like the person I am, go fuck yourself and see what you will find over on Aisle Number 2 of the I Don’t Give a Shit Section. I also like that attitude in the music I listen too, although this mindset is not always in fashion.
Music can be so many things to so many people. I take it seriously, if you are a band and you have sent me a link, added me as a friend on Facebook or followed me on Twitter I can guarantee that a majority of the time I will check your music out. I may not say anything, hell I may not like it, but I do take the time, I care enough to take the time, appreciated or not. If I don’t it is because it slips my mind or honestly I am just busy, it happens, life happens. I react fervently to music be it good, bad or indifferent. When you read a review/article of mine or hell a posting on any of my internet mediums-that is me, raw, real and how I feel. I never pretend to be more or less than exactly what I am, what you see (or read) is what you get. I will never say I am the best writer, far from it. I will be the first to admit that I don’t know all the technical nuances of being a musician/lyricist/artist, I am not an expert. Writing to me is a form of self-expression and my motivation to write comes from a completely pure emotional place, from my passion for music, from the heart.
In my eyes nothing says more than a perfect song at a perfect moment in time. A song can speak volumes even when you physically cannot. Music evokes emotions, human emotions that cannot be understood by a thoughtless automaton, step back from the machine, take a breath and maybe you will find the perfect imperfection. I know, in reality you can’t stop progress, but sometimes we have to look back to move forward and maybe discover why we loved music in the first place. Discover that power can be found in those who perform music along with the fans who listen and not with the factory that wants to control it. I say the world it is changing, but you will never control what is inside my own head, my perfect imperfection.