Showing posts with label music. Show all posts
Showing posts with label music. Show all posts

Thursday, January 13, 2011

Studded Leather Jackets at The Symphony Orchestra

Mr. Beaumont wrote a post on linking musical composition and beer. Here is a little bit of stuff that leaked out of my cluttered brain while there seems to be a trend in posting about art and beer.





Beer had a starting point much like rock n' roll. You can link metal or noise rock back to Tin-Pan Alley. From there you can link it to baroque, the romantic era, etc. Western culture is run by trends. These trends are stolen, imitated, expanded and end up evolving. It's those with popularity or a fresh new spin on appearance that give these trends roots in history. The mainstream states one thing is "in" and for every action there is an equal and opposite reaction... punk rock.





The one thing that I feel is missing from most peoples perception of music is attitude. Punk rock isn't a genre. Argue if you wish, but it's not. It's attitude, it's a lifestyle, it's heart, it's soul, and it is the fire that burns within the creator. Yet, punk rock in it's earliest form isn't that different from rock n' roll in it's composition. All the basic ingredients are there (also, note even symphonic pieces of music are known to have I-V-I progressions...just like rock). Don't think jazz never had it's sub-genres either or attitude placement on similar concepts. Just follow Miles Davis and his progression of albums from start to finish. The same? nope.





My link to beer is keeping in mind why styles are even noted. Labels are placed for marketing, consumers or for writers. It's easier to write about something when you give it a name, a face, or a personality that you can link to something, such as I.P.A. or Light Lager. Rolling Stone Magazine was wretched for trying to classify everything in music, but they also had image to uphold and trends to set on covers of magazines and billboards. Beer is doing the same thing.





This is where I look at BJCP and respect it's loyalty to it's contents. It rarely gets updated and the classics remain the same. However, it doesn't leave room for much more than "classics." What a boring world we'd live in if music stopped at The Clash. I love The Clash, but they just opened up some gates for newer, exciting, more experimental musics. The BJCP disregards this as if new means renegade and simply give them a category 23 and say "duke it out you bunch of punks. Your wild, out-landish, improvisational beers will never be classics."





This gives reasons to why I enjoy the BA(Brewers Association). They embrace the idea of new and old. They don't want to slap the hands of creativity. Why put a barrel aged imperial gratzer up against an abbey spruce beer by just calling it a "specialty beer/other." In competition it would be just to narrow focus outside of personal preference. The BA allows for such things. For example, they have a Mild Ale category and a Session Beer category. I'll agree a mild ale is a fantastic session ale. But a 3-4% North American hoppy blonde lager might drink pretty smooth as well. The BA is taking a very non-institutional approach and not creating standards, just helping describe to people what attitude and personality they should find in the beer.





It saves competitions running like the CBA's where a dunkel should compete against a kellierbier. Hmmmm... try as hard as you want to link them similar, they are different! Apples to oranges, but at least they are both unfiltered beers. Try being a judge on that particular panel and debate merits of beer styles and judging guidelines.





It also works for writers. Writers love to write, just not that much. Some specialty beers would take a paragraph to write to actually name the ingredients or conditions that make it special. It also allows writers the hope that they can place a label on something and later in history be known for coining the phrase. Maybe not, but it happened in music magazines all the time.





Which will also bring me to the point that most critics and writers love to harp on the qualities and flaws of others. They like to classify and pick apart every little thing. They will make comments on composition of things they have never composed. Some people are creators; Some people are critics. The artists, they are the ones bound by labels created by others. The artists that create their own label are trying too hard. The ones that create and let a classic take its course, they are legit. The artist educates themselves on the world that surrounds them. They know the in and out of every brush stroke. They build a vocabulary and knowledge through education then work with it or against it to create.





Consider the actual composition of music and what a "note" is. A notated note is just a black dot on lines and spaces. It represents something in music. No matter how many times you see "A" or "C#" sonically they are a one time deal. Music is notated for different reasons, either because recordings didn't exist, or it was to be played for others. Beethoven had a terrible time trying to write his improvisations down, but he tried. Brewers bottle beer and write ingredients, mashing regimes, etc. Yet, even the weather outside will change that beer. It may always be close, but not always the same. Beer is art. It's playful. Good beer can be improvised and it doesn't have to be made over and over.





Someone tried to tell me a great brewer can make one beer the same over and over. One part of me agrees. But, the real brewer is okay with improvising with what is around to make a good beer. It may vary from time to time and may never be made a second time, but it doesn't discount the quality. You will discount the work of Van Gogh because he didn't duplicate the same thing every time?






Genres and labels also educate. People learn from reference points. Think of a dog, it has a Class, Family, Genus, Species, then it has different breeds, and on top of that pet dogs have a name given to distinguish. A dog is a dog, but try saying that to a dog lover with a prize winning dog.






A beer is a beer. Some beer deserves respect or distinction and sometimes no matter how much respect it deserves you should just put on your best (worst) leather jacket, pop the crown, slam it back (or shotgun it!) and start a mosh pit.


Sunday, January 9, 2011

How Can You Tell A Man His Heart Beats Too Loud?

Growing up my dad had a large collection of vinyl and whenever he was not doing Father-like things, such as bringing me to hockey practice/games, handy-man house repairs (destroying things with hammers, nails and duct-tape), curling, or visiting his Mother and Father, he'd relax by throwing on a few records. The record player was this ancient wooden cabinet hi-fi record player. It was a piece of furniture rather than a record player.






He'd play everything from Fleetwood Mac to Led Zeppelin. Obviously at an early age I never actively went in search for music, it was just there. I loved the warmth of the sound of these vinyls. I'd rummage through all the covers and put them on and see what I liked best. Led Zeppelin LP's got put on a lot: I, II, III, and IV. The music was so different from song to song, album to album, but it always had some sort of "power" over me. Hendrix was the same way. The guitar playing was so all over the place, but his voice remained so suave and collected, and the drum fills came every four bars.






Still I never payed much attention. My neighbourhood friends listened to Iron Maiden from an old silver boom-box on the front step of my home after many hours of playing street hockey. I was just getting into skateboarding at the time too. I had this old Dominion board with the neon finger rails on the bottom of the board. It was just something playing in the background while I rode up and down the street and with all my might learning how to ollie.







Thinking about this made me look at some albums that "changed my life" or resonate through my ears for a lifetime.






Life changing albums:







Led Zeppelin 1 through 4



John Bonham IS drums. There is something about his style that is so powerful, loud and in your face. The rock shuffles, wu-da-la wu-da-la 's, and his bass drum sound is gorgeous. At one point it is said that he was blacklisted from all venues in Birmingham because of his aggressive playing. He had soul. Drums were a part of him. I think there are a lot of musicians these days that forget the spirit of creation that is within us.








Cream - Wheels of Fire

I adore Ginger Bakers drumming, but he had brick hands. You can hear on the records how tight his shoulders and wrists are. He had a way of creating these really cool drum fills while still riding heavy on a cymbal, but when he just rolled around the drums you can imagine this giant question mark over his head and the whole band asking " Oh Shit! He's doing it again, hold on boys we could be in for a rough landing on beat 1!" When he actually lands Bruce gives a smile of approval and relief; when he's off you can hear this slight pause and the communal head nod that brings them back. Now that is a band.
The tune "As You Are" hit a strong cord with me. The live version of Crossroads on the B-side is magical.








Pink Floyd - Dark Side Of The Moon
This album was so creative, but simply opened me up to listening to The Wall, which is life changing for most people. The vibe of Pink Floyd gave me shivers when I listened to it. Roger Waters voice and Gilmore's smooth guitar playing was a match for all ages.








B.B. King - Live In Chicago 1967


It's B.B. man! As I got older I'd close my eyes and picture being at The Regal listening to B.B.'s stories that he always told with a smile.










Green Day - Dookie


This trio of pop-punk rockers made a record that seemed to tell stories that hit close to home. Small town angst told in such a way that was still fun, yet melodramatic and there is a "live" feel to the album. The aura of that they are always giving 110% and then some, even in the studio. It's raw, it's bold, the lyrics are conversational and still very poetic about girls, pot, masturbation, and just hating some douche you met.
There is a drum fill in the song "Coming Clean" just after the first chorus that I coin as the reason I play drums. It's not special, but it's so exposed, it's just on the snare drum but it feels as it drives and digs into the next verse. That drive, that dig, that leadership roll for that second or two is why I play drums.
"17 and coming clean for the first time."
This was my very first piece of purchased music on cassette.









Red Hot Chili Peppers - What Hits


I bought this the same time as Dookie. The awkwardness of the drug induced improvised lyrics and jam style band with Chad Smith and Jack Irons on drums was so mind blowing for me. Irons was a great drummer but too sloppy. Smith is white-man funk. He's super tight, his snare drum is so heavy and solid you want to bounce with his movements. Also, he looks like Will Farrell. Dude, his drumming is so tasty. When listening you can picture the smile on his face.








John Abercrombie - Cat n' Mouse
My first year of music school at MUN my prof, Rob Power gave me a loan of this album. I had the album for a week and I swear I played it on repeat for a week straight. I studied this album, but every time I listened I heard something different. To me this album shows rolls of musicians in bands. It shows how to follow movements whether in rhythm, melody, body motions, cues, etc. It shows the importance of your ears in a band. There are times you wonder who is leading, what is going on, how are they going to… and it just kicks back into the main riff.









The Blood Brothers - Love Rhymes With Hideous Car Wreck

I love post-rock, hardcore, whatever. This EP had so much balls for two flamboyant voices screaming over fairly basic guitars, and raw, wild, heavy, yet calculated drum parts, and very interesting lyrics. My ears just open up to this music, this creativity, this intensity that you can't force. These screams were real.
Also, I really think it was Burn Piano Island Burn… that was the album that has me stuck with them as a life changing band for me. "Cecelia and The Silhouette Salon" starts with this Casio keyboard riff that just explodes into chaos, but no matter how jagged the sound comes as it's peaking on the sound board you really just want to dance. Just dance. Even the heaviest music can make you want to dance. Rhythm is everywhere and it can strike us all if we want to open our ears.













Ornette Coleman - The Shape of Jazz To Come
This is creation at it's best. The avant garde movement in jazz owns my soul. Improvisation is key to life and everyones every day. Billy Higgins could play percussive melodies with ping-pong balls.








Refused - The Shape of Punk To Come
This is the heaviest band I've ever heard. They did shape punk and what came after. But, no band seemed to ever do what they did. The Swedish rock bands really know about guitar tone. They were also a wild live band, political, sung in English for the most part, and had true disfunction within the band. It never seemed to ruin the quality of the music. The importance of being a band, and that moment on stage where you put differences behind you and just get it out through your instruments. Music can mend wounds.









Sigur Ros - ()


This is sonic atmosphere. I saw them live at Massy Hall and it was the loudest concert I've ever attended. It was super-natural the way they just walked out started playing and even if you wanted to you couldn't stand up. The music was so loud and encompassing it felt like it was grabbing you by the shoulders and forcing you back in the chair. I've never left a show completely speechless like that.
They did an encore that show where they just played a few acoustic songs, and within the first song someone botched a note and "shit!" … They are human! It was such an honest show.








Glassjaw - Worship and Tribute


Passion in every word, every note, every song, every thing. Again, no matter how "loud" it seems you can't help but sway to the underlying clypso rhythms.









These are just a few albums that shaped how I view music, the world, and made me want to start a career in music. There is so much more that influences me, there are so many more albums, but I'd be here for days upon days picking them out. I'm sure I could add to this list later, however these were the first that came to mind.






Aside from drums, I don't know if I could ever love an instrument as much as I love the marimba. During school I'd practice until it hurt. It wasn't always the music given to me, just "noodling" around, or creating sounds that always sounded so beautiful. That alone was a life changing experience. When there was a marimba in my life I honestly didn't care to touch a drum-set. In fact, the majority of my music degree I never touched a drum set unless it were in the jazz ensemble or after hours at a bar.



I spent a lot of time playing drums in bars, even when I was underage. I don't know how I resisted having a drink for so long. My first drink was supposed to be a beer, but it wasn't.