Showing posts with label Music. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Music. Show all posts

Wednesday, September 10, 2008

Help Save The World's Largest Music Collection

I would have thought the world's largest Music Archive would have been located at the Smithsonian, the Library of Congress, or in the Archives of one of the Big 5 record companies. Apparently, none of these come close.

The world's largest Music Archive is owned by one person: Paul Mawhinney. He has spent his life collecting records, and has massed a staggering archive which includes over three million vinyl records, and over 300,000 compact discs -- all in pristine condition. Many of the titles have never been listened to. The number of rare and collectible titles he has must number in the tens of thousands, if not higher. For some titles in this archive, a collector would pay thousands of dollars for just one album.

It makes my piddly little CD collection of some 800 units look like a drop in the bucket.

But Mawhinney's archive is under threat of being discarded. Due to age and failing health, Paul Mawhinney has no option but to sell his collection. Pundits have suggested the archive is worth approximately $50 million.

The problem is, there are no buyers.

Mawhinney even tried to pawn the archive on eBay. If my memory serves me correct, the highest bid was about 1.5 million, and the winning bidder did not pay. He has offered the collection to Museums, collectors, Libraries, and Universities, and not one of them wanted to purchase it.

Much of the collection does not exist in the digital realm. Mawhinney has vinyl in his collection that stems as far back as the late 19th century. His estimations is that perhaps as much as fifteen percent of the vinyl released from antiquity through the 1940's have ever been digitally remastered.

In other words, this archive is the most complete account of American 20th Century Pop-Culture -- anywhere.

I think it's an utter shame that this collection could wind up in the landfill. It belongs at the Smithsonian; it belongs at the Library of Congress -- it belongs at a University... any University.

If you want to learn more about this archive, and what you can do to help save it, I would suggest visiting the website, or viewing the video available here.

You could also join the Facebook Group "Save The Music", which currently has an appalling 85 members.

I consider myself to be quite the audiophile. I don't think I've ever thrown out a CD, and I've often bought an album for nostalgia, without ever having an intent of enjoying it -- or even if I did enjoy it as a youth. My personal CD collection is an archive as much as it is my music library. In my travels, I have found great difficulty obtaining certain albums, and have often learned that many titles I remember listening to as a child were never released on Compact Disc. Given the fact that the next frontier for music is the kind that only exists digitally, I find it disturbing that there are entire generations of music that is being forgotten.

Vinyl eventually wears out or gets brittle. Magnetic tape is easily erased with magnetic fields. Compact Discs were designed to last 20-25 years. Hard drives will fail. It is obvious that music is going "format-less" -- that is existing only in the digital realm. What remains of the last 5 generations of music should be preserved for future generations. Mawhinney's archive is the most complete of any on this earth. Some institution should take responsibility and properly manage the archive before it is gone for good.

Tuesday, January 01, 2008

2007: Year of the Empty Bank Account

Before I get into too many details, I'd like to wish my readers a belated Merry Humbug and a Happy Hangover Day. I hope your last week has been filled with joy, fellowship, and lots of 'walking through the winter, drink in hand'.

The pillaging of the tree this year wasn't quite the cache as it has been in years past, though all I really asked for was clothes. I did however, brave the lineup at Visions on Boxing Day, and walked out with a 40" Samsung LCD high-definition television. I'll be feeling the pinch of that purchase when my January credit card bill arrives.

It has somewhat been a bit of a yearly tradition here at mcfro.blogspot.com that I take a few minutes on the first day of the new year to reflect what I accomplished this year, and what I would expect in the next 52 weeks to come.

Sifting through this year's posts, I have come to the early conclusion that I really didn't accomplish anything, given the astounding few number of posts there have been. I mean, there were at least three months were I didn't blog at all. Like I have said on here ad nauseum, I have been busy -- I've been lazy too, lethargic, exhausted, and unmotivated. It's all derived from worker burnout, and is a big reason why my New Year's resolution is to find a healthier work/life balance. Money can buy lots of things; but it can't buy sleep.

2007 got off to a very expensive start, as I quickly dropped four digits into a newer, faster, and larger iMac, which has, more or less, become a machine I use for audio production. Since the successful resurrection of my derelict iBook, I spend most of my web-surfing time on it instead of the desktop machine. Sure it's not the fastest, but it's good enough for most mundane tasks, and even runs a number of video games quite nicely. The laptop also keeps me out of the windowless basement, which ensures that I see more sunlight -- indispensable for someone like me who goes through mood wings and bouts of depression.

2007 continued with a string of large purchases, as in April I added a third drumset to my arsenal. Price is relative: though I got a great deal on the kit, I still paid a pretty penny for it. I have subsequently spent small sums over the course of the year for replacement parts and upgrades. The Canwoods have also seen a number of gigs already, so they are paying for themselves -- if they haven't already.

An expensive set of concert tickets allowed me to see the Police in concert in Edmonton. After paying for fuel, meals, accommodations, and toys, the trip escalated well into four digits, but it was worth every penny to see Stewart, Sting, And Summers together for the first time in nearly 25 years.

June also saw the most successful blog post on this site, ever. Skeet from medhatblog.com kindly linked to me from the website. Though it didn't elicit comments as I had hoped, it did generate scores of traffic -- over tenfold what I was accustomed to. It even increased my readership -- albeit temporarily. Had I continued blogging regularly, I may have managed to keep those readers, but they have since gone.

I guess this was where I really got lazy. Now that I was generating a great deal more traffic than I had been, I also felt increasing pressure to be delivering work of exceptional quality in order to maintain that readership. That was, to say the least a little daunting. In one hand, the site was beginning to become what I had wanted it to become (popular!). On the other hand, I didn't have the energy to invest the time and effort required to make this site what it was becoming. So I sat on my haunches and meditated on what I wanted to do with this site. The next thing I knew, nearly four months had passed, with nary a post on this site, and all my readers found other weblogs to be entertained by. Thus, the answer became clear -- I'll just write about my insignificant little life whenever I am inspired, and if readership increases, great. If they do not, that's still great too.

The first entry since my 'hiatus', was a review of Matthew Good's performance at Medicine Hat College this November. The posting also generated a fair amount of interest from readers across Canada, including a few views from Mr. Good himself. He didn't drop a note, but he left a trail of bread crumbs that said he had been here.

Musically, 2007 has been a year of transition and flux. The Savoys took an extra long vacation this year, and by the time the band got back together to prepare for this year, it became clear that the band would be falling apart. We have best intentions to continue in 2008, and we are currently auditioning a replacement for BG, which we should know in a week if he is the right guy -- or not.

Tung 'N' Groove also got out of our heads and onto the stage. It took a great deal of rehearsing, and a large number of hefty equipment purchases, but we are now gigging regularly, and continue to build a dedicated following. We have secured a number of dates for 2008, which will be posted on the band's website when I have both time and motivation.

I hope everyone's 2008 is a prosperous one. See you (hopefully) soon.

Monday, December 03, 2007

Operation Disc Drop

Do you remember the good old days when you used to make "mix tapes" of your favorite songs for all your buddies? Yes, this was a long time before there were Discmans, iPods and Napster. George Stromboulopolos and his cohorts at The Hour have come up with an incredible marketing strategy to expose the general public to new, exciting music. It's called Operation Disc Drop.

The premise is simple: You burn a CD of your favorite music, and you leave the disc in a public place for a complete stranger to pick up. On the disc are a list of tracks and artists, plus a link to Operation Disc Drop. A complete stranger picks picks up the disc, listens to it, logs into Operation Disc Drop, and informs the site where and when they found the disc. The recipient then can drop that disc in another public place for someone else to pick up, or make a mix CD of their own, and leave it in some public place for someone else to discover.

The premise is, of course, if the recipient likes the music on the disc, that they will go into music stores and buy the music for themselves.

This is a fantastic idea. I have been toying with the idea of leaving a disc somewhere in my hometown, but I may include the caveat that I will only include Canadian artists on my disc. Knowing me, I would include such a cross section of Canadian artistry, that I am unsure what the recipient would think of my musical tastes. I am certain that Canuck artists such as Matthew Good, Bruce Cockburn, Holly Cole, and Sarah Harmer, as well as a dozen others, would make it on the disc. Sorry, there will be no top-40 rock or pop on the disc; just pure good music that almost anybody can dig.

So far, over 100 discs have been 'discovered' by Operation Disc Drop, but there are room for hundreds more. For further details, check out the Operation Disc Drop site here, and see what the buzz is all about.

P.S. George's interview with Matt Good tonight was sweet.

Saturday, June 16, 2007

In the Doghouse

So yesterday, out of the blue, SK drops me a line. Our conversation kinda went something like this:
SK: Hey MC, it's SK. What'cha doing this Saturday?

MC: No plans.

SK: Wanna gig?

MC: Sure. When, where and how much?
So tonight, I will be playing at some club in town called The Dog House, or The Dog Pound, or Who Let The Dogs Out.

Oh, to Hell with it. It used to be called Waldo's Pub.

SK, RH and I will be playing from 8:00 until 9:30 as the opening act.

See you there.

Bring your friends.

Sunday, March 25, 2007

Tung N' Groove Makes Another Step Forward

Our showcases at local clubs have paid off. The Blue Turtle and the Royal Hotel -- with only one showcase at each club, have booked Tung N' Groove into their clubs this summer and fall. We are very excited to be an official local act, and we are looking forward to entertaining crowds young and old.

The next task at hand is to learn another 30 songs before August -- perhaps sooner, if we can pick up some more gig dates in the summer at other bars and pubs around town. We will be examining the feasibility of playing the Redcliff Hylton, the Mainliner Pub, and the Silver Buckle. this year.

Acquiring a PA system for the band will also occupy our summer.

This is near-perfect timing, as the Savoy Blues Band is just wrapping up a few dates in the next few weeks, before going on our annual summer hiatus. MA and I are going to be gigging lots in the coming months.

Amidst all this excitement, I have one other nagging project. To create a website to promote Tung N' Groove. Looks like I will have to manage yet another webpage.

Monday, March 19, 2007

We Grooved

48 hours have since passed since Tung N' Groove played their "second" gig at the Royal Hotel Saturday Jam on St. Patrick's Day. This was the perfect time to "redeem" ourselves from the disastrous first performance at the Blue Turtle a few weeks back.

Since then, we have been hard at work, learning a whole pile of new songs, tightening up old ones, and working on the ever-so-important vocal harmonies that seldom makes (but often breaks) a band.

As I have mentioned earlier, we have been going to local jams periodically to "test-drive" the material we have been practicing. The reasons for this are plenty: Of most importance, is this allows us to present the material in a live environment, and we can see how it works on-stage. We receive feedback from other patrons and musicians, which gives us some indication if the music will "sell". It gives us experience, and even though most of us are experienced in playing clubs (with the exception of our bass player KR), every new band is different. We need to get a feel for we listen to one another on stage. You can't do that in a rehearsal environment.

Lastly, but not of least importance, is that attending these jams allows us to showcase the new act, generate buzz, and sell the band to club managers, so we can be hired in the future.

The plan is working.

After a number of delays, Tung N' Groove managed to get on the open stage around 4:30 Saturday afternoon. By this time the Royal was getting quite busy, and the excitement began to boil in our blood. It took about fifteen minutes to get our equipment hooked up into the host band's PA, and get our sounds before we kicked off our set.

We opened with the Judas Priest song "Burnin' 'Up", which was likely not the best of openers, but it was enough to grab the attention of a number of patrons and musicians lingering about.

The rest of the set consisted of Mr. Big's Take Cover, Robin Trower's Day of The Eagle, April Wine's Enough is Enough (which I sang lead vocal on), The Scorpions' The Zoo, Led Zeppelin's Livin' Lovin' Maid, and Foreigner's Juke Box Hero.

I think the band was a lot more relaxed than our first performance; We felt so much more comfortable at our instruments, and our playing showed. The music was solid; the vocals were not strained, and the harmonies clicked in as they have been at practice. I felt we played very well, and judging by the crowd's reaction, we hit a home run.

After our set, we settled down for a few beverages, and mingled with a few of the other musicians who were present. Their comments were, to say the least, very candid and warm. A few of them even said they were blown away by the level of musicianship, the professionalism of our act, and by the material we showcased.

I for one, can say that this was one of only a few jams where I sat at someone else's drumkit and actually played well. The host drummers' kit was set up in a way that I felt was uncomfortable, but for some reason I played solidly; and with enough of my personal flair that I felt I wasn't compromising my abilities.

Even the managers of the Royal Hotel poked their heads from behind the bar, and sauntered to the dance floor to check us out. This can only mean a high potential for bookings this year.

Yes, Tung N' Groove is here. And we mean business. Look for us in the coming months; it's going to be very exciting. When we first started MA and I agreed we wanted to raise the bar as to what people expected in local talent and live entertainment. It might be egotistical, but I think this act has what it takes to accomplish just that.

Sunday, February 11, 2007

We Have Liftoff...

Or, at the very least, countdown has begun.

Two years back, after I had been delivered my "walking papers" from Mule Shoe, I set out to create a new band, on my terms. After several interviews and quasi-iterations, I wound up with a three-piece lineup consisting of myself RH, and MA. We had about 6 "rehearsals" which really consisted of us sitting around with acoustic instruments, singing along to my iTunes collection, consuming copious quantities of beer. Inexplicably, RH stopped showing up for our practices, he never returned my phone calls, nor did he ever give me any reason why he lost interest in our project. But that's all in the past now.

MA and I continued forward, with a little less wind in our sails. As time went on, we did less practicing, and more drinking and goofing around. MA even stopped bringing his instruments to band rehearsal; it just became our night of the week to blow off some steam, and have some good laughs. We did some recording, and we picked new songs and dropped old songs from the repertoire.

It's really funny how things work out.

Fast-forward to this year, and Mule Shoe is no longer a band. DH agreed to record his solo album with me. MA of course, wound up being the new bass player for the Savoy Blues Band, and he turned out to be the perfect fit for our style of big-band blues and funk. DH knew about the Savoys and my little side project since we began recording. As the album progressed, it became clear that he would need a band to "back him up", and promote his recording.

Thus, the two projects became one.

DH has joined MA and myself in the new project. We even spent several weeks looking for a fourth member to round out the band. At this point, we found a barely-legal wizard bass player by the name of K. He seems interested and enthusiastic about our little band, even if he is a little quiet.

What I am pleased to inform you of, is that we have entered full-band rehearsals. This was something that never happened until last week. If I may say, the first few practices have turned out to be quite exciting. With a few rough edges aside, the band sounded like a band from the start. Everybody is doing their homework, and only a few issues are ironed out at practice.

And let me tell you, the material we have been picking are not particularly easy. They are either physically demanding, requiring all four of us to have complete command and control of our instruments, or the vocal arrangements are complex and challenging to sing -- even for a band that has three experienced singers.

There is nothing easy about this band.

As a teaser, here is a brief list of some of the material we will be performing.
  • Say Hello - April Wine
  • Jukebox Hero - Foreigner
  • Too Late For Love - Def Leppard
  • The Zoo - Scorpions
  • Limelight - Rush
There is a lot more than just this in the pipeline.

We had our second practice this afternoon, and for the first time, we ran through Jukebox Hero and Too Late For Love. Both songs aren't terribly difficult with respect to instrumentation, but with respect to vocals, are quite challenging. But what I am pleased to announce is that all the vocal parts are there, in pitch, and it sounds huge.

You can expect to see us in bars, pubs, and clubs by April. I can't wait to see what the local response is going to be, which I expect it to be quite positive. I will be posting our appearances on the tour dates section when they come available.

In case you have been wondering, we are tentatively called Tongue N' Groove.

Saturday, April 23, 2005

Just Buy It

You'd better believe on April 11, at the first free moment I had, I went to the music store and bought a copy of Garbage's latest album, Bleed Like Me.

I got my Garbage fix. That should last me the next three years. Though I wonder if there will ever be a fifth album. Mind you, at one time, I had my doubts that there would ever be a fourth album.

Do me a favor and just buy it. It is pure Garbage goodness.

Garbage albums aren't instantly likeable. They take a few listens before you realize the brilliance behind every release. I bought their debut album (in 1996) mainly for Stupid Girl, but over the course of that summer I began to love the equal mix of rock, punk, pop, industrial, and dance that Shirley, Butch, Steve and Duke managed to create. Watching the videos, I knew she was gorgeous, and she had a sexy voice. It wasn't long until I learned that Butch, Steve and Duke were some of the biggest producers that popular music had to offer. Garbage drummer Butch Vig produced Nirvana's Nevermind, Smashing Pumpkins' Siamese Dream, Sonic Youth, and a myriad of others. That should say enough about the talent of this band.

By 1998, I was a die-hard Garbage fan, and I could not wait for their sophomore release. Within 2 days of Version 2.0's release, I bought my copy, only to be hugely disappointed. What I heard out of my speakers sounded like garbage (in it's literal sense), but it didn't sound like the Garbage I had come to love. The music was heavily-laden with drum loops, samples, and lost a lot of that guitar edge that made the initial Garbage release so tasty.

It took a couple weeks, but there was a definite turning point where I realized the true brilliance of the album. It quickly became one of my favorite albums of all time. I have probably listened to the album a thousand times since I bought it.

Needless to day, I was very, very hungry by the time of their 2001 release of Beautiful. And was I ever disappointed when I first popped it into my CD player. Their sound became even more poppy and mainstream. Hardly any distorted guitar was present in the final mix. There was next to no inkling of any teenage angst-driven music. I was hoping for some kick-ass rock; instead it was slow and depressive.

Beautiful took about 4 listens until I finally "got it". Sure, it was reminiscent of pop music circa 2001, but it did have many of the hooks and attitude that Garbage was so well-known for. I had to finally accept that I was listening to the Garbage for the 21st Century. And it was good.

It's no big secret that Beautiful didn't do so well in the sales department. After the tour, and the subsequent writing phase, Garbage nearly self-destructed. I imagine that the band did a lot of soul-searching, trying to decide if they had another groundbreaking album within their bones, or if they would be kicking a dead horse, and inevitably joining the ranks of countless has-beens.

I am so glad they decided to dig in their heels and have another shot at super-stardom.

Bleed Like Me is both old and new. It is a wonderfully-crafted merger of all their previous efforts. Best of all, the sexy, angry rock has returned. Much like other Garbage albums, this one is taking its' time to grow on me, but my initial few listens are telling me that we have a winner.

From what I gather, this album is doing well on the charts. Their debut track "Why Do You Love Me", debut at #7 on the UK charts. That's a good sign, as this has been their best debut since the release of Stupid Girl in 1996.

Holy crap, that was nine years ago. If I don't watch myself, I'm going to date myself.

Just buy it. Shirley's worth fifteen bucks.

Wednesday, April 20, 2005

Human Data Compression

Yesterday, I attended a rehearsal with the Grease band, where in addition to the songs we have known for many months, we were to learn about a half-dozen songs very rapidly. One of the songs is "Time Warp" from the Rocky Horror Show.

I was a little jealous when I was not asked to participate in the local production of the Rocky Horror Show, but I imagine that some day, I will have my chance to play Dr. Frankenfurter. Unfortunately, my longing to participate in the Rocky Horror Show has nothing to do with this post, so once again, I must put a topic on the back-burner -- to be forgotten until the desire resurfaces.

At last evening's rehearsal, the bandleader played a recording of the Time Warp for the band members, in order to get an idea on the key, riffs, and overall structure of the song. As I sat behind the drumset, I had my ears wide open, and I was fully focused on the music.

I had the whole piece memorized with one listen.

Before I fell asleep last night, and my brain was processing five thoughts per second, the issue of memorization crossed my mind, and I began thinking about the musical prodigies of history.

Especially Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart.

Mozart was a musical genius; he demonstrated superhuman memory skills, he was incredibly talented, and intelligent. He had exceptional composition skills, and was proficient in almost every musical instrument of the time. I don't have the time to give you a synopsis of Mozart's life, but I recommend you watch the movie Amadeus, as it is quite accurate in the account of the events of Mozart's life, as well as his persona.

Mozart was known to have a photographic memory, which was well-documented in the movie. He could memorize an entire concerto with one listen. He would often compose entire symphonies in his head before committing one note to paper. His manuscripts were flawless. All these feats are even more astounding given the limits of 18th century technology. Last evening, while I was contemplating my rapid memorization of the Time Warp, I considered Mozart's uncanny mental prowess.

The memorization of large volumes of data has a lot to do with the way our brains manage and process information. Mozart must have used a number of tricks to allow him to store huge volumes of data, with little to no loss of data integrity. When I considered the way I memorized the Time Warp, I surmised that I used a type of mental data compression in order to assimilate a large amount of information in such a short period of time.

If I explain all this in musical terms, I will probably lose most of you with a bunch of jargon you may or may not know, so I have considered using a different analogy to convey my point.

First of all consider a landmark, or piece of architecture that strikes you with awe, at its' immense size or detail. Consider the Sistine Chapel. I have never been there, but even through photographs, I have been awestruck at the architecture and detail of the chapel. As a tourist, there is no possible way that one can absorb every detail, every crevice of the landmark, nor is it possible to absorb every detail Michelangelo painted on the ceiling. The level of detail is overwhelming. Strangely enough, we all have some recollection of the detail of the building.

Consider the process in which we all read. If you think way back to your youth, when you just began to learn how to read, you might recall it being a rather exhausting effort. I recall being taught to pronounce every single letter phonetically, and these letters became syllables, and then entire words. Entire words became phrases, and sentences; sentences became ideas; sentences became paragraphs, and paragraphs were representative of more complex ideas. You can extend this scale as large as you wish, but at the very root are individual characters.

When we memorize a sentence, a phrase, or poem, or any other written material, do you think we memorize every individual letter? If we tried to memorize every individual letter, we probably could not remember more than a few words. Our brains have become adept at recognizing words as individual units, instead of long strings of letters and punctuation. I am sure linguists and psychologists would argue that we memorize phrases, groups of words, even general ideas, as larger, more general pieces of information are easier for our brain to manage.

It's a lot like telling a joke you recently heard. You often remember the punch line, and you make up the rest. It's a way that we can assimilate large pieces of information. The important pieces are retained, and the rest is filler.

This is the same process that speed readers use to quickly assimilate large volumes of information, however it does take some training. When the common person reads, they do not read individual letters, much like a young child does, but their brain sees each word as individual units of information. Speed readers are able to go beyond the individual word and see entire phrases as one unit. They have learned to compress information at a higher level.

Contrary to popular belief, speed readers do not have photographic memories. When they are reading a page every ten seconds, they are only assimilating general ideas of the text. You cannot get them to quote passages word-for-word; instead they are looking at the bigger picture.

When I was listening to the "Time Warp" at last night's rehearsal, I was using the same tactic. Memorizing individual notes takes dozens of listens -- and takes far more time than I have available. I am sure Mozart similarly used these tactics to memorize entire compositions with only one listen.

What the layperson often does not know, is that music is a lot like spoken language; it has rules, grammar, and punctuation. There are rules to follow when writing music, there are motifs, and formulae which are used to develop musical themes. Composers of the Baroque, Classical and Romantic periods of music followed a much stricter code of composition then what is followed today. So, if a person was well-educated in the process of music composition, they could predict the direction a piece of music would take.

That being said, I am not criticizing Mozart by any means. He was far more talented than what I could ever hope to be. I consider him one of the most brilliant composers of all time. But the process I have outlined above is my hypothesis on how he could possibly memorize such huge volumes of music, and compose entire symphonies before placing one note on parchment.

On a slightly different tangent, the ability for the brain to process large volumes of information at the many levels I have described is likely the key to academic success at the post-secondary level. It seems that university students receive the greatest rewards when they can understand the bigger picture (macro), yet have the ability to memorize the important details at the "micro" level. Abstract thought, reasoning, deduction, and induction also play a large role in a student's level of success in their academic studies; which arguably, is related to a student's intelligence. Ultimately, a student will succeed if they can assimilate, process, and manage the information presented to them in a reasonable amount of time.

It was nearly too late in my academic career before I learned how to adequately manage the high volume of information I was given. I have my lousy grade-point-average to show for that. If I had learned those tricks two (or more) years prior to graduation, I would likely have a Ph.D. by now.

I am still considering the idea of returning to University to complete another degree. When I do, I am going to be unstoppable. I smell a 4.0 GPA in my future.

Saturday, April 09, 2005

"4 Degrees of Kevin Bacon": Red-Hot Jane Deconstructed Alanis

I always find it a rare and special treat when I stumble onto the personal weblog of someone famous. To be more specific, I usually could care a less about what goes on in a movie stars' life; so many of those blogs are moderated by someone else, and it's little more than advertising space.
I'm going to be on this show at such-and-such. I will be appearing for autographs at this location. A picture of my gorgeous ass will be featured on this magazine so the rest of you trailer-trash slobs can stick your fingers down your throats so you can be as skinny as me. I've signed an endorsement for this particular brand of cancer-causing skin cream, but they paid me a lot of money to do so. It's all about, me, me, me, me.
It is rarer to find a personal weblog of a celebrity that isn't all egocentric and shameless self-promotion. The reason why I love reading celebrities' blogs (especially those of fellow musicians), is because I want to know their mind and hearts. I want to know their passions; what makes them tick, and what pisses them off.

Most of all, I want to know what makes them human.

Finding good blogs to read is like trying to find something good to watch on MTV. There are million bad ones, and it's rare when one shows up that's a worthwhile read. It was a rare treat to find goddess Shirley Manson writing about her experiences while recording Beautiful. It must have been such a success that she wrote tour diaries, as well as another studio journal for Bleed Like Me, which will be released worldwide in less that two days! I can't wait!

I feel lucky to have discovered Matt Good's blog, as well as Wil Wheaton's. From these two pages, I have been lucky to discover links to other gifted (and unique) writers, such as Raymi, Tony Pierce, and most recently, Dave Navarro.

[ed. note: Yes, I do realize I have been plugging the above bloggers quite a bit recently.]

For the uninitiated, Dave Navarro is a gifted LA guitarist whose career spans from the 1980's to today. He has been in some very successful bands, which include: Jane's Addiction, the side-project Deconstruction, and the Red Hot Chili Peppers. If my memory serves me correct, he also played on Alanis Morrisette's smash album Jagged Little Pill. And yes, I'd love to smash every single Alanis CD I can get my hands on.

Whiny bitch.

With respect to Dave Navarro, I enjoyed his weblog, as he discusses a lot of recent events in his life. He even encourages two-way communication with his fans, as he has agreed to MSN chats, and he answers email via the weblog. Establishing this bond with a celebrity is important to us fans. I am glad he takes time to communicate with us "bottom feeders". So many celebrities either don't bother or don't care that legions of people love them, just because they either make music, are featured on the silver screen, or they write good books.

It wasn't so long ago that the only communication a fan would have with his or her hero was by buying their records, reading their books, or watching their movies. I suppose a fan could have joined a fan-club, but it was usually moderated by the artist's management company, and the most you would likely get would be a newsletter, along with the usual self-promotional crap. I suppose if you wrote your hero enough times, you might a personal response, along with a restraining order.

It is amazing how much the Internet has changed this. It is so much easier to establish contact with your heroes. With enough luck and communication, the potential for a friendship of sorts may (or may not) develop. The blogging community is an amazing thing, as I have already seen respecting bloggers travel across the country to meet one another and hang out. How cool is that?

It'd be even cooler if I ever got to jam with some of my musical heroes. Perhaps one day, my wish may come true.

Wednesday, March 23, 2005

Bleed Like Me

Bleed Like Me is Garbage's fourth major release in the band's history, and is slated for a worldwide release on April 11th. I listened to a sound byte of their new single "Why do you love me" on the iTunes music store, and I am blown away. I am a Garbage fanatic once again -- well, I never quit being one, but by the sound of this single, they have returned to their roots. This song sounds a lot like their debut album, full of raw, sexy rock energy.

Looks like I'd better book an appointment with Future Shop on April 11th.

Sunday, February 13, 2005

Weekend Jams, The Return of "Serious Damage", and Passive Personality Traits

It seems as of late, the only time I "go out on the town" is to catch a local band playing in one of the watering holes. This was a particularity full weekend of live music, as I went to see two bands on two separate occasions.

Saturday afternoon was spent at my favorite stomping ground, where there is an open jam every week. I go to the jam whenever I have the time and the energy. The great thing about the jam is once you play three songs, you get free alcohol (yes, free booze!) and your name gets entered in a draw for $100 cash prize at the end of the jam. The problem with the Saturday jam, is by 6:00, I am usually so drunk that I am at home and in bed by 8:00. What a way to spend a Saturday night.

This week a few friends of mine were the hosting band, and I haven't had the opportunity to visit with them in some time. They were kind enough to ask me to join them on-stage for a few numbers. I got to play that old 60's tune "Spooky" with them, which is one of my favorites to play with them, as I can let loose and play some intricate stuff. By the end of my short set, I was hungry and wanted to get out of the bar. I rarely stay to see the end of the jam.

The Saturday jams are touch-and-go. There have been days were the jams were really cooking; a lot of musicians showed up, there was good music happening, and good comradery. Days like this are getting fewer and far between. Fewer jammers are attending the Saturday jam, and likely for a large number of reasons. The biggest reason is obvious, there is a "clique" of sorts among the musicians at this bar. If you can prove yourself musically, and you kiss some ass, then you might gain access to the clique. The funny thing is with this clique, the musicians generally aren't working players. Their only gig is this Saturday jam. They have such big egos, that they figure that they are the better than the other musicians that go to this bar, yet they aren't great musicians in the first place. But if you want to get up and play, you'd better be prepared to do some ass-kissing.

I have refused to play this game for the better part of six years. It has gained me some respect with a few of the players at this particular club, while others snub their nose at me. Quite often, they will be pleasant with me when they are presented in a situation where they cannot avoid me, otherwise they would ignore me. If having a positive attitude is conducive to networking with other musicians, then I refuse to play this ego-game with these so-called musicians. I called their bluff a long time ago, and they know that I know their secret: they really aren't as good as they think they are.

Many of these jammers are the type that will watch and listen to the bands, and will scope out who they think is the best player in the club. They will then approach said player, befriend them, buy them drinks, and start kissing his or her ass. They will eventually go insofar as to suggest starting a "side-project" band with this player. The whole idea is that these parasites will surround themselves with the most talented players that they possibly can. This way, it makes them (the novice) look and sound a lot better than they are. The truth is, a terrible player , even surrounded by the best musicians still sounds like a terrible player.

These ass-kissing antics should not affect me. I know what these losers are doing when they start talking to me and buying me drinks. I should just roll with it and play these people for all they are worth. Unfortunately, I am disgusted and annoyed by this behavior. When I subject myself to this behavior, I find it mentally taxing. I don't like getting smoke blown up my tailpipe.

When I meet with other musicians in this town, I avoid kissing anyone's ass. I will often discuss topics totally unrelated to music. I must admit, the subject of music is difficult to avoid when talking with other musicians. You sometimes have to be very careful about what you say, you see, talking music with other musicians is often a lot like discussing religion and politics. We know discussing the latter two topics is a good way of quickly making enemies.

On Friday night, I went to see DS, another friend of mine who was playing in another club in town. This gentleman was one of the members of the Grease band, and I hadn't seen him since early December. He and I discussed the possibility of putting a band together and making some money playing a few clubs. I hadn't heard anything about this new band as of late, so I figured I should make the effort to re-establish old ties, and put the bug back in his ear.

After watching "The Lizard Brothers" for about thirty minutes, two other musicians AB and TH walked in the club and joined me at my table. AB was also a member of the Grease band, as well as the third prospective member of this new band. He also bailed me out last December, playing a gig with me on short notice. We had a few drinks, and talked about a few things (well, as much as you can discuss over an 80-decibel PA).

When the band took a break, the conversation went from light to serious. DS joined us at the table, and the three of us began discussing the possibility of making this prospective band a reality. Both DS and AB sounded enthusiastic about the idea. The problem is, that the three of us have very busy schedules, which is going to make it difficult for us to get together for rehearsals.

After a few sets, I decided to leave the club. Before doing so, I told DS and AB that I would be in touch with them to schedule rehearsal times. Both AB and I agreed that we could have enough material that we could start gigging by summer.

That evening, while lying in bed, I came to the realization that if I want to make this band a reality, I am going to have to do most of the legwork. I have just spent the last two months waiting for the phone to ring. If I continue to wait, I might be waiting forever before that call arrives.

I consider myself a passive person. I usually wait for people to call me for gigs, I wait until I am asked to join someone on-stage at the Saturday jam, and I wait for someone to offer me a better job. I will have to become a more aggressive person if I want to make any progress in my career and musical endeavors. Otherwise, a better life might just pass me by.

I will have to make a change in my life before I am old and cranky.

Thursday, December 09, 2004

A Dark Day For Metal Fans Everywhere

This article appeared today on CNN.com. I reproduced it in full as I felt that the whole story was worthy of publication here.

FORMER PANTERA GUITARIST AMONG 4 KILLED AT CLUB

Police officer shoots suspected gunman to death

COLUMBUS, Ohio (CNN) -- A 25-year-old man stormed the stage at a heavy-metal rock concert Wednesday night, shooting and killing Pantera founder and Damageplan guitarist "Dimebag" Darrell Abbott and three others before a police officer shot and killed him, Columbus police said.

On Thursday, police identified the suspect as Nathan Gale of nearby Marysville. A spokesman said police had no information about a motive or possible link to the band.

"Right now we don't see any connection at all, but that could change," Columbus police Sgt. Brent Mull said. "Unless he left a note or there's something else, we may never know the motive."

At least two people also were wounded in the attack, which occurred shortly after Damageplan began its performance at the Alrosa Villa nightclub on Columbus' north side.

James Niggemeyer of the Columbus police was nearby and responded to a call about the shooting. He slipped in a back door, and someone directed him to the stage, Mull said.

"We got the call about 10:18, and by 10:20 he was in there," Mull said, adding that "it was probably less than a minute before he engaged" the suspect, who was holding a hostage.

"The officer was able to strategically gun this guy down before he was able to kill his hostage," Mull said. "It appeared he was about to kill his hostage before this officer put an end to it."

Mull said the hostage was unharmed and that Niggemeyer's action saved lives.

"The officer ran in without any backup ... obviously put himself at risk," he said. "The community has a real hero here."

Abbott, 38, and his brother, Vinnie Paul Abbott, 40, formed Damageplan after the breakup of Pantera -- a group they formed in the 1980s. Their father is Jerry Abbott, a country and western songwriter and producer.

Pantera's third release, "Far Beyond Driven," debuted at No. 1 in 1994. The band was nominated for Grammys in 1995 and 2001.

The band dissolved at the end of a tour last year -- amid much speculation on fan Web sites that the split was not amicable. The two brothers, however, played down any bitterness during an April 1 interview with CNN.

"It just kind of got narrow-minded, and we just wanted to bust it open a little bit more and just broaden it up, go for the Baskin-Robbins 31 flavors instead of the one, you know what I mean?" Darrell Abbott said.

Vinnie Paul Abbott said: "We had 13 years of really, really good success. And basically the singer wanted to move on, do some other things and really lost his focus."

At least 1 audience member among deaths

At least one of those killed Wednesday night -- Nathan Bray, 23 -- was a member of the audience. Mull identified another deceased victim as Erin Halk, 29, although it was unclear if he was a concertgoer or an employee.

Mull did not identify the remaining fatality. Abbott was the only band member confirmed dead "at this point," he said.

One of the wounded is in critical condition, the other hospitalized with non-life-threatening injuries, police said. Two others were hurt and treated at the scene, although the nature of their injuries was unclear.

Mull said homicide detectives are checking possible amateur video shot inside the club during the shooting but said they weren't sure if the footage would be useful.

Police roped off a huge area of the nightclub's parking lot as 60 detectives questioned hundreds of witnesses. Police brought in buses to keep the witnesses warm as they waited.

Witnesses described the gunman as a heavyset man, wearing a Columbus Blue Jackets hockey jersey.

Calvin Bota said he saw the shooting from the mosh pit in front of the stage shortly after the band began playing.

"Somebody came -- I don't know where they came from, out of the audience or whatnot -- but they come onto [the] stage and ... he shot the guitarist at first, fired a couple of other shots and then he hid behind the stage a little bit," Bota told CNN affiliate WSYX.

"Everybody started scattering, you know, there's mayhem everywhere. And then a police officer came into the building, you know, came in professional with his gun raised, and then he proceeded to shoot the guy."

Mull said Columbus police have responded to previous incidents at the club, including several he characterized as minor as well as a shooting in the parking lot. He said he was unaware of the club's security practices, except that it had no surveillance camera or metal detector.

"They are in charge of their own security inside," he said. "There are times they hire off-duty Columbus police for parking lot security -- we are prohibited by law from working inside a liquor establishment -- but last night there were none."


Goodbye Darrell. Millions of fans will miss you. It's a downright shame that your time had to come at the hands of some lunatic.

It's for reasons like this that I support firearm control.

Tuesday, June 01, 2004

Veruca Salt

True Story. I swear on my stamp collection.

I have been quite busy with my students lately, and I have been wrapping up a number of projects, as it is approaching the end of the school year. This "final" week of teaching features a number of my students playing in a recital-type situation.

Last night, there was a performance with my students and a number of other novice players at a local all-ages club. Every Monday evening, this club has an open stage night, where players can have the opportunity to play before spectators. My mother is a member of this club, and she has been trying to get me to attend these jam sessions.

Immediately after I finished teaching my last pupil last night, I went to this club to greet my students. I was greeted at the main doors by a teenaged-girl, whom I had never met, but who I will refer to as "Veruca Salt" (For those who are familiar with Roald Dahl's novel Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, you will soon understand why I named her that).

The first thing out of Veruca's mouth was "Are you with all those people that have just started showing up?" I nodded. She then asked "Why?" in a rather cynical tone of voice. I tried explaining to her that myself and another teacher brought our students to this open jam session to allow them an opportunity to perform for other people. Her response was absolutely ludicrous, stating something of the fact that we were invading her space, and we were not welcome -- while she stormed away.

I was left completely speechless. Never in my life have a met someone who was so blatantly rude to me in front of my face. I certainly did not have ample time to conjure up a witty remark in retaliation of this assault. I know how I felt; like telling this witch what I thought of her attitude problem, and deflating her ego, in hopes of bringing a little humility to her.

I asked my mother what this girl's problem was. She started laughing, realizing that I just had a close encounter with Veruca. It appears that this girl behaves like this all the time, and very few people at the club can tolerate her. Of course, Veruca got up and played a few songs, but I certainly can tell that her talents weren't worth bragging about -- certainly not to the degree she throws her weight around that club.

Obviously, Veruca does not realize the importance of people skills in a musical situation. If you have a poor attitude, and you are controlling and demeaning to others, no one will want to make music with you, regardless of your talents. I know this from experience, as I have played in bands with controlling and manipulative people. What normally happens in this situation is the band members fight, people quit, the band breaks up, and eventually the word gets around that certain people are difficult (or impossible) to work with. Thus, these rude, egocentric, controlling people end up playing by themselves.

Nearing the end of the night, there were less than ten players left at the club. I asked my mother how many people show up to these jams on a weekly basis. My mother replied that the people I saw in the club at that moment, consisted of the core group. No wonder so few people attend this jam session at this club anymore. This little brat has sucked out any enjoyment anyone could have. It has certainly convinced me that I don't want to go to that club to jam on any regular basis.

Monday, May 24, 2004

Small Pond, Bad Fish

I love the drums. I spend what free time I have immersed in music, playing the drums, and often shopping for drum equipment. I have been bitten by the gear bug, and I just can't seem to stop buying more and more stuff. I already own two drumsets. I have more cymbals than I have stands. I am running out of room to store them all.

Not only is drumming an important part of my life, so is drum education. Being a teacher, I feel that I should have as many drum-related educational resources at my disposal. This includes books, videos, and relevant websites.

Chris McCaig runs a teaching studio in Australia. In addition to his busy teaching schedule, he maintains his own drum education website. There are scores of drum transcriptions available on this site -- one site of a select few that offer transcriptions of popular recordings. This is an excellent resource for any student of the drums.

While discussing great drum-related sites, I must also include DrumBum. In addition to t-shirts and other drum-related paraphernalia, DrumBum offers the internet's largest drum lesson database. There are lessons on nearly every drum-related subject imaginable, ranging in difficulty from the very simple to the very challenging.

Though DrumBum is an excellent resource, like much of the internet, it suffers from lack of maintenance. The biggest critique I have for DrumBum, is that their database only provides links to third-parties; they do not maintain the quality of submissions. Herein lies the problem. There are several broken links. Many lessons have gone off-line. The quality control factor is absent, so we do not always know if the person submitting the lesson is a Ph.D., or some novice trying to pass for a teacher. Basically, what you search for on DrumBum may or may not meet your expectations.

Even though there is much work needed in order to make DrumBum an indispensable resource for all drummers, it is still worthy of mention. I have managed to find some excellent material within the database, but I had to dig pretty deep. I also appreciate files available for viewing in Adobe Acrobat format, though only a select few sites offer this privilege.

I severely doubt that DrumBum would have the resources to pay a qualified person a salary to re-build and maintain the database to achieve a higher standard in the material they host on the site. My guess is what little revenue DrumBum generates is from the sale of merchandise. It's too bad that there is little money in the dot-com economic sector anymore. People are afraid to invest in fledging dot-com companies anymore, and those that still exist are barely scraping by, unless you are one of the top one-percent (probably the top one-hundredth of a percent, be a little more realistic).

I admire those people who have had an original idea, and managed to successfully market it on the web. Sometimes, global marketing is the way to make your money. Sometimes, the competition is too fierce, and you are better off going after the small market. There are a lot of people out there who prefer to be the big fish in the small pond, rather than being an average fish in the ocean. This not only goes for entrepreneurs; it goes for athletes, musicians, and journalists, just to name a few.

Having spent my life living in cities with populations under 100 000, I sure know what it is like to witness the behaviors of big fish in small ponds. Most of these people are perceived to be "the best" at their craft at the local level, but refuse to go anywhere else at a crack at becoming very successful. In other words, they are quite happy making a modest living in the small center, because if they actually did move to the large market, they would be eaten alive. These people, whom I will not mention names (not like it would really matter anyway), are so incredibly self-absorbed and egocentric that they don't realize just how average they really are at their crafts. I often wish these people would get a humbling experience, and then the can realize that what they need most of all, is an attitude adjustment.

Being a musician in a small center is very difficult. It is not unlike the cliques in high school. Either you are "in" or you're "out" -- and it doesn't matter if you are "in" or "out", because they are all going to stab you in the back the moment you are out of earshot. How fickle. I have to put up with this crap all the time.

Tuesday, May 18, 2004

The Art of Noise

I have had a busy week with my pupils. Yes, I have disciples who want to be just like me... Well, they would like to play drums just like me. Select students of mine were involved in a recital on Saturday. Another music teacher and I collaborated together and brought about sixty pianists, guitarists, keyboard players, bass players and singers together to play a bunch of contemporary music. I am happy to say that my pupils performed well, and I am proud of what they have accomplished in a few short months. They even surprised me, executing patterns that I had not shown them. It was a great end to a few months of hard work and dedication. I believe that they may become true drummers after all.

One of my pupils often brings me samples of music that he enjoys, and he would like to learn. Most of what he brings is in the indie-rock persuasion, full of raw emotional energy. Some of it I have found to be very intriguing to listen to. Some of it is rather predictable, others are rather boring, and even others border on being unlistenable. I have to thank him in many respects, as I had been going through a (long) period where I have felt that the new music of this decade is un-groundbreaking, untalented, and unlistenable.

At his lesson last night, this particular student brought in his usual arsenal of compact discs. This particular one -- a band from Toronto in pursuit of the elusive record deal, he was quite excited about. When I put in the short EP, I was assaulted by heavy machine-gun guitars, playing no more than two chords, aggressive drumming played as loud and as fast as possible, and a vocalist whom I could not tell whether he was in pain or on meth. Every lyric was unintelligibly screamed at the top of the vocalists' mouth; I could not even tell if he was in key -- or if he knew what "in key" meant. After a few moments I turned off the aural assault, and asked if he had anything else to show me.

To say I did not enjoy the above artist would be an understatement -- and it's not due to the aggression of the music. In fact, I do enjoy a great deal of aggressive music, just refer to my last post. It is something that goes a little deeper, something that hits me in a certain way that says that the music band "x" makes is worth listening to rather than band "y".

Take for instance, what I call the "new rock". This is the music that has been dominating the airwaves for the last five years or so. The guitars are often tuned down to "d", the production is slick, and the sound is groovy, loud, penetrating and full. Artists like Creed and Nickelback could be considered pioneers of this genre. Since these two artists have achieved international success, literally hundreds of other bands have tried to copy this style in order to achieve stardom. The thing is, that these clone bands do not have the same attitude, potential, or talent as the pioneers. Unfortunately, when a sound like this is capitalized by the recording industry (largely the ones to blame for the homogenization of popular music), my admiration of the genre of music is tarnished. I find it difficult to admire the pioneers, as well as the clones. The music just does not move me on that personal level.

The reason why I have a difficult time supporting (and admiring) even the pioneers of "new rock" is that they become victims of their own demise. Even though they originally started this new trend in popular music, they are inevitably a part of the system, and the system dictates to all their artists what is expected of them. Nickelback is unfortunately forced to write sequels to "How You Remind Me", because their record label forces them to write what sells. This creates dissention between the artists and record companies, as the recording industry is more interested in making huge profits, rather than being conduits for artistic expression. So given this above situation, it could be argued that the record companies are wholly to blame for the lack of original and artistically compelling music that is otherwise absent from the airwaves. I could blame the recording industry for the massive homogenization and marketing of manufactured artists that sell millions of records due to multi-million dollar marketing, and not due to artistic merit. I could even say that it is entirely due to the recording industry that the majority of my music purchases are from recordings made between 1969 and 1989. I could rant on this subject for endless paragraphs, but this isn't what I wanted to discuss in the first place.

What I wanted to talk about stems from this no-name artist my student played for me. After some careful thought on the subject, I concluded the reason why I did not like this particular band, was that they were not making music. Now music is of course a subjective term, but from what I know about music, it has a few commonalities between all genres.

First, music is supposed to have three integral components: melody, harmony and rhythm. Music is also meant to tell a story. It must have a beginning, a development, and an end. Much a like a piece of literature, music must be able to take the listener on a journey of sorts. If a song is just a alternation between a verse and a chorus, there is little development, it just moves from one musical statement to another without and conclusions being made. Endless techno dance mixes fall into the above category.

What was played for me the last evening did not fit into my definition of music. It had no melody, nor harmony. The rhythm itself was predictable for music of the indie-punk persuasion. And for musical development, there was none. I found myself extremely bored while listening to this barrage of heavy guitar, frantic drumming and tortured singing. If there was any musical development, I found it to be very predictable. So what I heard was definitely not music, but my pupil seemed to enjoy what he heard.

I thought about this for some time and came to some conclusions. Perhaps he had been able to decipher the lyrics, and there was a message that the singer communicated that he could identify with. I know music of the punk genre often preaches political and sociological reform -- a mandate I wholly commend. As for the music being loud and aggressive, I can appreciate. Punk music is largely about attitude rather than glamour and fashion. Punk is usually against the homogenization of culture and society, for which I can appreciate (a homogenized culture is often a socialist one).

So then, what was it, that my student enjoyed, and I missed completely? Though I felt that this particular band did not make music, I can firmly say that what they did make was art. Art of course, is closely related to music but one does not make the other. To say it another way, music can be classified as art, but art does not necessarily have to be music. Art has the potential of instigating sociological change, some find it offensive, and others just don't understand it, period. Art done well can expose a fundamental flaw in the values of our culture.

Art is a form revolution. Art is a form of rebellion. Art is beautiful. Art is not ever to be censored. To censor art is to deny our fundamental human rights of expression, belief and opinion.

People often forget that art is not always pretty. Art is sometimes disturbing, and classified as offensive, sacrilegious, gory, pornographic, or morbid. True art, by its' definition is meant to make us think; for us to question or values and beliefs, conversely it may be meant to reinforce them. Of all the advanced civilizations that have been documented in our great history, all of them shared art and music. Both forms of expression must have had impact on the values and beliefs of the cultures that had existed. When we reflect on the art of the Ancient Greeks, Chinese, Romans, Egyptians, etc., we are often dazzled by it's beauty and marvel at the greatness of these ancient civilizations. To deny and censor art of all genres and civilizations would be to deny the greatness of ours.

Monday, May 10, 2004

The Partying and Glamour Side of Rock and Roll

Tragedy strikes.

I had been playing with a rock band for a number of years. This band was one of the most talented in a two hundred mile radius. We played hundreds of dates in a year, opened for dozens of 'big name' acts, and were in pursuit of a recording contract. We worked hard, dreamed big dreams, and we loved to party. All of us loved to drink as well.

A little more than two years ago, I left the band due to irreconcilable differences. Although the breakup wasn't on the best of terms, and due to my non-confrontational persona, I see very little of them, and speak to them only on rare occasions. That being said, I still remember the good times we had, the recordings we had done, and all the gigs we played.

On Friday night, a couple of the guys in the band were on the way home from the gig. They had been partying all night, and I'm sure that they had consumed a large amount of alcohol. They took off in the singer's car, packed with a few friends, to go to someone's house for an after-gig party.

A friend of the singer's was driving his car, but even he probably had too much to drink. The driver lost control of the vehicle at high speed, drove into the ditch, and the car rolled a number of times. There were five people in the car; two occupants were members of my ex-band.

One woman was thrown from the vehicle. Apparently, she was lucky, as she only suffered deep cuts to her leg. The driver suffered cuts and bruises, but otherwise was released from the hospital the next morning. The guitarist suffered a broken sternum, and has been in the hospital since. The lead singer, apparently uninjured, pulled the occupants from the wreckage. The guitarist's girlfriend died instantly (to make things even worse, she was a single mother of three). The singer, although physically unhurt, must have sustained a large amount of emotional and psychological damage, pulling a corpse from the vehicle.

The story gets worse, as it was found out that the singer's car was uninsured at the time of the accident. It is expected the driver will be getting a DUI, the singer will be charged with operating a vehicle without insurance, and both will probably be facing manslaughter charges. Lawsuits could escalate to the hundreds of thousands of dollars (perhaps more). Among all this horror, you could imagine the rift that will be placed between all these once-friends.

With two of the occupants of the vehicle facing serious jail time, it pretty much spells a vicious end to a band I once played in. An innocent victim lost her life; the other four lost the lives they had. And all I can think of is of the true victims -- the children without a mother or father, victims of circumstances they will question for the rest of their lives.

I find it so unfortunate that these events transpired. Nobody deserves a tragedy such as this. This is an event that hits close to my home, but tragedies like this happen all the time on the roads of the world. Even sadder is that this tragedy could have been easily prevented.

So for all of you who think Rock and Roll is about sex drugs, and partying, I hope you read this posting closely. My friends who were in that accident drove under the influence of alcohol on a regular basis, believing they were "good" drivers, or ten feel tall and bulletproof. They thought "it would never happen to them". But I had the feeling -- a long time ago -- that their irresponsible behaviors would catch up to them sooner or later. It's awful that someone they cared about had to pay the price with their life at the cost of their ignorance.

For all who are still with me, I hope you have taken my words to heart. Rock and Roll may be many things, but it is not carelessness, nor ignorant. We have lost too many musicians due to substance abuse. I often wonder what kind of music would have been made if artists like Hendrix, Bonham, Moon, Joplin, and Morrison had lived to a ripe old age.

Godspeed, my old bandmates, I hope you find comfort in the turbulent days ahead.