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Saturday, February 25, 2012

One Wild and Crazy Banjo Pick'n Guy

I first realized Steve Martin was an accomplished banjo player and musician (beyond his Dr. Demento tune King Tut) during my brief stint as a worker at Barnes and Noble. The Crow: New Songs for the 5 String Banjo was one of the few CDs that we were forced to listen to that I actually enjoyed. I can't recall if there was any comedy on it, but one thing was clear: Steve Martin is a banjo beast.

Truth be told, in all of my recent folk explorations I forgot about the pick'n ways of Steve
Martin. Then those fine fellows at Rolling Stone decided to post a video/blog of a song called "Me and Paul Revere." Martin is joined by a band called the Steep Canyon Rangers in a loft-like area surrounded by people. Please watch this video.
Since I have bought the single of the aforementioned song, then the album Rare Bird Alert and now The Crow is on my list as well. Some of the songs on Rare Bird Alert are clearly meant to poke fun, but maybe that is part of the appeal. The album takes me all over the place. Makes me laugh, makes me bob my head, makes me sing along.

What can I say?

There is something so real and pure about folk music and Steve Martin shreds on that fucking banjo. I know this music is probably more bluegrass than folk, but I'm not really sure where those lines are drawn and Wikipedia is surprisingly useless on the subject. In my ignorance I have decided to view folk as the broad category and everything else is just a subset of the genre. I think part of the draw to this music is honestly just the real instruments. This is music that can be played anywhere at any time, all you need are the musicians and their instruments. No electronic tom-foolery needed, no vocoders, no synths, no PHAT BEATZ.

It is just music that is in our blood. I tend to think of things in terms of "There is a reason this is still around." That's how I rationalize most of my musical ventures, and this is no exception. I feel transported when I listen to Rare Bird Alert especially, as though I could go outside and see dirt roads. The music is simply real and full of human emotion. When you hear those strings being picked, you can feel and hear the human element.

SIDE NOTE: How much would it suck to be the Steep Canyon Rangers actual banjo player?

ANSWER: Very much.

Saturday, February 18, 2012

Shame shame (we know your name)

Last Sunday I tuned in to the Grammys hoping for a repeat of 2011's award ceremony. To be fair, 2011 set a pretty high bar for me. Aside from Lady Antebellum cleaning up for their Drunken Hick song, it was quality. Not only did Eminem and Dr. Dre perform together, but I learned of a fantastic new artist that frequently makes my blog, Mumford and Sons. That performance changed my life, no exaggeration. It opened my eyes to a world I'd never considered before.
They are, what we can in the business, a game changer. Folk music was always synonymous with a man I loathed, Bob Dylan. But even he isn't that bad anymore. I'm getting soft in my old age. But Mumford played a fantastic rendition of their song "The Cave." It was awesome, and combined with artists like Fleet Foxes and Bon Iver, inspired me to write the best music of my life. There were some other performances on the program that were alright, but nothing that made me vomit.

This year, I was hoping to hear another new artist that would wrinkle my brain. Sadly, the evening started out with Bruce fucking Springsteen. Chris Brown danced around and pretended to sing. Taylor Swift actually sang while holding a banjitar like she was in Green Day. It was
awful, seeming to mock the genre she was singing. The entire cast of her number, and they were definitely a cast, were dressed like extras in the musical Oklahoma. It made me angry. The new Foo Fighters is extremely boring, which is unfortunate as Dave Grohl has really great views on music...except that he wants to record his next album in space. Don't do drugs, kids. Foo Fighters killed in the Rock categories. That genre is dead. Nothing new under the sun. Bon Iver won some awards, including Best New Artist. Not really sure what defines a new artist, but Bon Iver has been around since 2007/2008. I wonder if the Grammys are perpetually behind the times. Another example is the fact that Adele cleaned house. I am thrilled by this for many reasons, but it all seems so after the fact. Adele has been on top of the charts for YEARS. And she is now planning to take a five year break from music. Great job Grammys. But she is one of the few authentic artists that played the evening and is a beacon of hope for keeping music real.

Also, Paul McCartney was a nice skidmark on the underpants of the Grammys.

Then there was Nicki Minaj. WORST. PIECE. OF. SHIT. EVER. I don't know what her story is and I don't care, but she is obviously a Cold War-like response to Lady Gaga. What? You're acting crazy and wear weird shit? I'm going to be even more bat-shit crazy! I believe that is exactly what happened in Nicki's head. There is one important difference betwixt them though; Lady Gaga can actually sing. Nicki Minaj blerts shit out. And it is God awful. If you want watch something completely void of musical integrity and horrible choreography, watch her Grammy performance. I'm sure it is very Youtubable.

All in all, it was a waste of my Sunday evening, but it did give me something to rant about. Oh, I may have accidentally bought the newest Coldplay album...mixed feelings.

Sunday, February 5, 2012


If I had a nickel for every time I've had to restart this blog, I'd have a shit ton of nickels. I couldn't believe it when I saw my last post was back in the beginning of October. But I digress.

Things finally feel like they're settling in. After moving, job changes, our wedding, and the stress of the holidays behind us, I am now getting into a routine. I work a six day week followed by a four day, so I have three day weekends every other. It's a good deal. I'm getting a lot of work done. The number of songs I've written and reworked over the last few months is by far my biggest creative output ever. It feels great, but there is a lot of pressure on me to keep it up. Most of it is internal pressure, admittedly, but nonetheless, I had my first creative burnout last weekend. I just pushed so hard to get 3 new songs done, write out trumpet parts, organize set lists, logistics, preparing for a gig. In addition, I was also rehired by this marketing company in Virginia to write/produce some music. So with what little free time I have, I've had to write for them. I also fucked it up. They needed loops and the bounce did not work correctly, but it should be fine. (That's our logo btw)

The band is progressing nicely. We're getting ready for our first gig at the end of the month. We've added a trumpet player as a permanent member of the band. Our sound is moving in the right direction. There are some songs that I'm more fond of than others, but so far I've been able to transform all of the ones that I haven't been a fan of into something workable. I feel like the more songs I write, they will push out the old ones. It could be due to the fact my songwriting abilities have increased exponentially or that I've finally found a style that suites my songwriting techniques. Probably both. But it is flowing out so naturally right now.

In another side of the music world, I am selling my tuba. I plan on buying a euphonium and3 continuing where I left off 10 years ago with it. Playing euphonium brings me joy I never got out of playing tuba. It's hard to describe why there is such a difference, but the euphonium just feels like a natural extension of myself. It's very exciting. It almost feels like a burden being lifted. Playing the tuba was never my choice and I never had it in me to stop that source of unhappiness until now. Kristen was actually the greatest impetus behind this. She knows better than anyone my disdain for tuba, and when I told her how much fun I had tooting around on the euphonium around Christmas, she planted the idea to switch for good. Kristen understands how much joy playing the instrument can bring. She has a relationship with the clarinet that I can only understand because of the guitar, but knew that could happen with a band instrument. It is time.

Hope to have more soon. Adios.