Wednesday, December 26, 2018

Stealing A Mirror In The Mainstream

     Since the great technological advancement known as the internet has come along, the music industry has undergone massive changes.  That is, the major labels have lost a ton of money.  They have blamed their losses on piracy and file sharing.  I beg to differ.
     The major music labels/distributors started hemorrhaging money when they got into bed with Walmart and other department stores and allowed these stores to dictate the price of music.  Walmart said they were going to sell CDs for $9.99 to $12.99, take it or leave it.  The labels buckled like a belt, thinking they'd make the money back in the greater number of units sold.
     Walmart also demanded that records with “objectionable” material or subject matter be censored. The labels caved again which led to changed cover art and lyrics.  Sometimes entire songs were removed from an album or “clean” versions with the naughty words spaced out were sold.  If cover art was not up to Walmart's squeaky clean standards, album covers would be blacked out and made to look like a Spinal Tap album cover.  They made it more difficult to buy a record with the word “fuck” in a song than it is to buy a firearm.
     This deal with department stores is what also led to that really annoying sticker that would go across the top edge of a jewel case.  This sticker, that would never lift off in one piece and left a residue so your CDs would stick together, was made solely so the slack jawed clerk at the department store wouldn't need to know anything about music in order to find something in the inventory.  If Jim Bob, who worked in electronics, got popped for a DUI the night before and missed his shift, Joe Jack from hardware could fill in.
     All of these decisions were made before the internet and the “plague on society” that was Napster. Mom and Pop record stores and chain stores like Tower Records, Sam Goody and National Record Mart bore the brunt of these poor decisions.  Once it was determined that the major labels and distributors were going to be fleeced by Walmart, they decided to jack up the prices on everyone else. Those $9.99 CDs at Walmart could be found at a Mom and Pop store, where employees actually cared and knew something about music, for $19.99.  This very quickly led to empty storefronts all across the country.
     All the while, hubris and greed were being blamed on file sharing.  Copy protection started to be placed on CDs so people couldn't rip them into their computers even though they owned the CD. Album sales plummeted and, with the rise of iTunes, the single became the focus.  Instead of turning out a cohesive, end to end, solid album, artists were pressured into focussing on a single that would crack the iTunes top 10.  The goal was suddenly to get listeners to buy one song for a dollar, not an entire album for $10.
     Now with Spotify, and other streaming services, people can pay $10 a month and listen to however much music they want.  The licensing agreements work out well for the labels but leave the artists with fractions of pennies.  This is why most artists cannot afford to stop touring and partially contributes to skyrocketing ticket prices.  And if you take a look at Spotify's financials, you can see that once again, the major labels backed the wrong horse.
     This is all a very long winded way of saying why I love independent artists and labels.  For the most part, they operate outside of this game of enriching a few executives, and a lot of lawyers, with their art.
     They tour all of the time because they have to.  Most of them sell their records at shows or through mail order out of their homes.  The music is their life and they wouldn't know what to do without it.
There are small labels all over the world that take chances on putting out records in small runs that may or may not sell.  They are certainly not profit motivated but try to put something interesting out into the world and keep the lights on at the same time.
     This is why I get most of my music from Bandcamp of late.  It is a massive sea of music to sift through but it has opened up the world to artists.  Bands from other countries that can't get North American distribution or bands that just can't afford to put out a physical release are able to put their music out there.  I have come across so much good music from Australia and even Icelandic punk rock that if the shipping costs are prohibitive, I can at least get a reasonably priced download.
     Indie bands were never truly beholden to the major label machinery so they aren't really affected by its implosion.  They've always had to tour like crazy and sell t-shirts to put gas in the van to get to the next town.  Their situation doesn't change all that much other than their music getting to more people over the internet which may lead to a new town for them to aim the van towards.
     I saw Dinosaur Jr. three times on their last tour cycle and the Melvins seem to come through town on an annual basis.  They understand that if they want to eat, it'll have to be out on the road.  Larger entertainment acts are now realizing this since no one is buying their music but renting it from a streaming service instead.
     There's always the complaint that new music sucks and bands just aren't as good as they used to be.  That seems to be the argument of the lazy and disinterested that only listens to the radio.  Ever since the nationwide Clear Channel takeover, radio has lost almost every shred of what made it special when stations were owned locally.  The regional hit single is a thing of the past and everything is starting to sound the same.  It now takes more of a nose to the ground approach to find new music.  Labels like Castle Face, In The Red, Drag City and Hardly Art are putting out interesting releases all the time.  Great music is out there but given the consolidation of the media landscape, you have to dig deeper to find it.
     I give a weekly listen to radio shows by Iggy Pop and Henry Rollins to aid in the search for new music.  They both have great musical curiosity but they come at it from different angles.  I might not be into every song they play but there's always something that I'll write down to look into later.
     This is not to say that once a band starts to grow too large and graduates to larger venues that I write them off with shouts of “Sell Out.”  I'd much rather see a band in a cramped club with a few hundred other people than in an arena with 20,000 people.   I'll stay home but I'll still buy the record. European festival season can definitely help bands pay the bills by playing in front of crowds of 100,000 people.  Begrudging a band for their success is something I try not to do and so many others find it way too easy.
     There is always hope in the underground.  The corporate shit show that music has become can be avoided.  You just have to be willing to work for it.


Wednesday, December 19, 2018

2018 Wrap Up

     As this flaming bag of crap of a year draws to a close, I guess it's time for me to add to the infinite amount of year end music lists.  The run of the mill list of records always seemed like a competition to me which is not what music is about.  This is art not sports so this list is presented in no particular order.
     Keep in mind that I don't get paid to write this shit and I'm not privy to free downloads or promo copies.  I'm plunking down actual dollars for music so I'm sure I'm missing something that I didn't cross paths with.  I did try to keep a running list this year but did not update it as much as I should have so I'm probably missing one or twelve records that I just plain forgot that I bought.  That's what I get for being lazy.
     I have the list broken down into two categories.  New releases followed by a combination of reissues and live albums.  I have also included links and other pertinent information where applicable.
     2019 is already looking promising with new records by Bob Mould and Le Butcherettes to go along with a live album from Mavis Staples.  And I wouldn't be surprised if the Melvins, Ty Segall and Thee Oh Sees have ambitious plans for our ears in the year to come.  Here's hoping that the planet doesn't turn into a desolate Mad Max meets The Purge type of place so we'll be around to hear it all.

New Releases:

High Tension-PurgeThe review that I wrote for it can be found here.
Laura Jane Grace & The Devouring Mothers-Bought To Rot
Minority Threat-Minority Threat
Sleep-The Sciences and Leagues Beneath.  The review that I wrote for The Sciences can be found here.
High On Fire-Electric Messiah
Thee Oh Sees-Smote Reverser
J Mascis-Elastic Days
Worlds Scariest Police Chases-Ablum 3
Pagan-Black Wash
Spanish Love Songs-Schmaltz
Neighborhood Brats-Claw Marks
Mudhoney-Digital Garbage
Ty Segall-Freedom's Goblin

Reissues And Live Albums:

Boris-eternity
Skull Snaps-Skull Snaps.  An article about the Skull Snaps reissue can be found here.
Wipers-Live At The Met 12/31/1982
Wire-Pink Flag
Laughing Hyenas-Life Of Crime
James Brown-Say It Live And Loud (08.26.68 Live In Dallas)
Anti-Flag-Their System Doesn't Work For You
Charles Bradley-Black Velvet
Lurkers-Fulham Fallout
Ramones-Road To Ruin

Wednesday, December 12, 2018

Sleep At Stage AE, 12/8/2018

     The stoner metal juggernaut that is Sleep landed in Pittsburgh this past Saturday.  They are on the shortlist of bands that I keep in my head that I will see whenever or wherever I can.
     I had been equally anticipating and dreading this show ever since it was announced.  When tickets went on sale, I ponied up my $25.00 that was then followed by $15.00 of TicketBastard fees for some reason.  Not off to a great start but it was Sleep so I'll show up.
     The band was playing at the dreaded Stage AE which is a venue that I have never had a pleasant experience with.  It's an overly sanitary venue that wants to be involved with music while at the same time not wanting to really get any music on itself.  Almost as if someone had a bunch of extra Coors Light laying around and didn't know what else to do with it other than charge $12 a cup for it while a band was playing.
     The other issue I have with the venue is its use of the same aggressive security staff that is used at Heinz Field for Steeler games.  This staff is conditioned for belligerent drunks that will choke a pregnant lady or head-butt someone if a rapist throws a ball to person wearing a different colored shirt or the debauchery of a Kenny Chesney concert.  They don't know how to handle a bunch of weirdos that want to hear weird music.
     Things were immediately looking up when I got to the venue.  I found a parking space around the corner and ended up saving myself the $12.00 parking fee.  They changed up the security upon entering from a pat down that was equal to a cancer screening to a walk through metal detector and a wand.  I don't know why I would need wanded after a walk through but at least I was spared the cavity search.
     As soon as I made it through security, I made a beeline for the merch table to obtain the tour pressing of The Sciences which was pressed on black vinyl with white and purple splatter.  I also picked up a poster to give to the proprietors of my favorite heavy metal themed, plant based eatery, Onion Maiden.  Luckily, I was one of the first people at the merch table because there was an incredibly long line that lasted a good chunk of the night.
     Weather Warlock opened the proceedings and was interesting on many different levels.  Weather Warlock is not a band.  It's a guy with meteorological equipment set up outside that can read temperature, wind speed and infrared rays.  Instead of having this information presented as a read out of some sort, Weather Warlock is set up so the weather outside generates sounds that can be manipulated.
     It was quite the experience but not for the casual music fan and especially not for the couple standing next to me that I could best describe as walking Youtube comments.  These two couldn't shut up for five seconds to let themselves experience the weirdness that was happening in front of them.  They both knew everything and everything sucked.  It was, “This movie sucks, that TV show sucks.  What is this guy doing with the nobs and dials to make that sound?  Why would he do that? He sucks,” for the entirety of the set.
     During the change over from Weather Warlock to Sleep, I noticed that the tech/crew guys were wearing blue coveralls with patches on them, much like the astronauts at NASA wear.  Then I saw that the sound and lighting engineers were wearing black pants with short sleeve, button down white shirts and black ties.  They looked very much like they could have been working at Ground Control, in Houston.  That's when the audio from the Apollo 11 Moon landing started playing over the PA. This nerd suddenly felt all warm and fuzzy inside.  Or maybe that was the contact high from the cloud of marijuana smoke that had settled in over the crowd.
     Since I missed out on my usual spot near the soundboard due to the wait at the merch table, I ended up standing on the Matt Pike side of the stage where there were half a dozen, full-size Orange amps waiting to attack our hearing.  On the other side of the stage there were five bass amps waiting for Al Cisneros to try to collapse the building with his low end rumble.
     Sleep took the stage at 9:30 and opened with “Leagues Beneath” which was their most recent release as a twelve inch single.  The “everything sucks” couple apparently couldn't handle it and quickly retreated into their phones, barely looking up from them for the rest of the night.  At least they were quiet from there on out.
     “Leagues Beneath” was followed by a shortened twenty minute version of Sleep's epic “Dopesmoker.”  As many times as I have listened to the entire sixty minutes of it, “Dopesmoker” live is as good as music gets.
     They followed that up with “Holy Mountain” which the band dedicated to the Tree Of Life synagogue.  At this point, the band didn't sound as tight and I could hear them missing cues and their timing was a bit off.
     There apparently were technical issues of some sort.  Both Al and Matt were looking over to the monitor board because they couldn't hear.  Then one of the techs were running around the drum kit chasing a cable.  After taking a harder listen, I could tell the bass drum was lost from the mix.  A new cable was placed on the mic for the kick but it was still missing.  I'm guessing the mic gave out after a few nights of being pummeled by Jason Roeder.  Mics were swapped out and not only could I hear the kick drum, I could feel it in my chest.
     By the end of “Holy Mountain” and into “The Clarity,” Sleep had locked in and let rip with “Marijuanaut's Theme.”  The band came alive, shook off the earlier issues and let it rip.  I had never heard the band sound like they were having as much fun and as into playing as they were when they were attacking this song.
     The instrumental “The Botanist” followed to mellow things out for what was going to be the end with “Dragonaut.”  By the end of the song, they had played each other off stage until it was only Al Cisneros closing the show out with a bass solo.
     If most bands only played seven songs and called it a night, I would call bullshit.  But Sleep isn't most bands.  Seven of their songs over an hour and a half is a full meal, no encore needed.  By the time Al walked off stage, I was stuffed, content and utterly amazed that I finally had a good night at Stage AE.


Wednesday, December 5, 2018

Dumb Ass Killed While Dumb Assing About

     I have found an immense amount of joy in the story of the dumb ass that attempted to go proselytizing on North Sentinel Island and caught an arrow in the chest for his efforts.  Much like when an animal attacks a hunter, I can't stop laughing at the amount of stupid that was involved in this moron's death.
     North Sentinel Island is part of a chain of islands in the Bay of Bengal known as the Andaman/Nicobar islands, off the coast of India.  India has administrative rights over the islands and has established a perimeter five miles off of the coast of North Sentinel that no one is permitted to enter.
     This dumb ass paid a group of fishermen to escort him to the area and he kayaked the rest of the way.  On his first attempt, he had to use his waterproof Bible to fend off an arrow while he was still in his kayak trying to preach from just off shore.  On his second attempt, he reached shore and met his demise.
     In addition to being a "missionary," this asshole was a self-proclaimed “Instagram Adventurer.”  I guess that's a thing people can be these days.  In his journal, he considered the island to be Satan's last stronghold and wondered why the Sentinelese were defensive and hostile.  He thought he would be greeted with open arms because he was bringing them Jesus.  This dumb ass was so delusional that he thought he could be the one to pacify the natives after multiple attempts over the past couple hundred years have ended with similar results.
     There are only about 100 natives left living on this island and hopefully they killed this idiot before he had a chance to cough and kill the lot of them because of their lack of immunity to disease. The audacity of this shithead to think that they needed Jesus in their lives even though they seemed to be doing just fine for the past several thousand years without being duped into believing Superman was real.
     The first reports that came out in travel magazines about this incident described this dumb ass as a tourist.  Fuck that noise.  He was no tourist.  He was an interloper that got what he deserved.  The Great American Stupid took to the internet to feign outrage that this idiot was killed and something should be done about it.  Something was done.  Indian authorities arrested the fishermen and someone that has been described as a missionary that helped this doofus plan his way around the coast guard. They are being charged with culpable homicide for aiding this dumb ass to his death.  As they should be.  Everyone involved, including the dumb ass that was killed, knew that they were breaking the law by getting this guy on the island but they got him there anyway.
     This arrogant, ignorant American thought he could go to this island to preach the word of his imaginary friend and everyone should be okay with it because he had God on his side.  This is one of the big problems that I have with religion and blind faith.  That faith can very easily lead you down a path that you shouldn't go anywhere near.  Blind faith has led to, among many other things, the denial of child molestation, Evangelicals voting against their own best interests and now this dumb ass getting killed because he wanted to kick Satan off of his favorite vacation spot.
     I'm sure there were mega-church services somewhere in the Midwest that are considering this idiot to be a martyr and are now raising funds to send missionaries back to the island to recover the body of this dipshit and to tame the “savages.”   The hubris of White World Supremacy knows no bounds. These people have their heads planted so firmly up their own asses that they can't fathom that the Sentinelese don't want to be in the Jesus business and don't have a problem protecting themselves when they are encroached upon.
     Mike Pence probably has his chastity belt in a bunch over this thing and is planning a full scale invasion of the island.  That is of course after the military has completed its mission of protecting our southern border from children.
     This idiot's body should not be recovered unless it's to put his head on a pike to be used as a warning that will probably be ignored by the next dumb ass.  This whole incident should serve as a harsh lesson that Western ways cannot be forced on everyone and everything.  Maybe the world has had enough of people trying to enforce their will where they are not welcomed.
     The only sad part of this story is that this dumb ass didn't have any real friends in his life that had a brain in their heads to say to him, “Hey, dumb ass.  Stop being such a dumb ass before your dumb ass gets killed.”  No one in his family did anything to prevent him from doing this.  His family could have alerted the authorities and had him stopped at the airport before he got through customs.
     His fanaticism led him to his death and hopefully he was the only one hurt because of his actions.

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