In editing my first blog, I realized I mentioned – but never explained – LSS, or lead singer syndrome. As a hardcore fanatical fan of two bands (and two bands only), I don't have a wide-spread knowledge of this problem, its origins, who has it, and how much of a problem it really is. But also as a hardcore fanatical fan of two bands, I have seen it take down one, and start to destroy the other. For the singer's sake, I will try to leave out some details that I have heard (some of which I know are true, some I'm not too sure), including the band's name (though I'm sure it won't be too hard to figure this one out if I keep writing and you keep reading this blog).
As taught in my first term-paper-writing-classes, I should first define my terms. Lead Singer Syndrom is the condition a lead singer of a semi-successful to successful may get as they rise to fame. Symptoms include a new found egotistical and arrogant nature (and I'm pretty sure that this only occurs *after* people start to ask for autographs at shows and they get a little "famous" within the genre, though I can't be 100% sure, they may have had the ego to start with), and a general lack of interest in/anger at the fans, including being bothered by autograph and picture requests, and passing presents off to tour managers and other handlers in front of the gifter.
So what happens? Well, in my experience, it's the band dream come true: a hard working band gets signed (usually at a pretty early age, like 17-19), and they start touring. Soon, they're headlining, getting recognized walking around the mall the day of the show, getting 100+ myspace messages a day, and getting one or two freaky stalker fans in addition to the legion of teenies who declare (daily, and in a multitude of message boards, facebook walls, and myspace blogs) that they love said lead singer, and they want to get married.
For some band members, it's a dream come true which they obsess over and cherish, in case it doesn't last. Sometimes, however, the lead singer lets it go to their head. They would be famous even without the legions of teenies who promote them and force all their friends to go to the shows. They're talented on their own right, they don't need a label telling them what to do. Sometimes it's aimed at a specific group or person, sometimes it manifests itself as fear, sometimes as annoyance, and sometimes as anger.
The bottom line is this: it pisses off fans. Though I'm sure most people don't know - or care – why one of my favorite bands is currently not touring, there is a small but hard core group of us who have seen the lead singer shy away from fans, running onto the tour bus while the rest of the bands takes pictures, signs autographs, and just hang out (playing football, drinking in parking lots, watching a roadie do magic tricks…true story). There is a reason why we have arguments over who gives the best hugs in the world, Dez or smackin' Mackin, and why the lead singer of said band is not involved in that conversation. And we are upset with him for ruining something that was so important to us.
You want to be a rockstar? You want to get a fanbase to follow your every move, and therefore promote every little thing you do (like buying the most ridiculous merch in the world…honestly, pillow cases and dolls?!?!? What are you, Barbie?), BE NICE and BE INVOLVED!!! These days, it's all about how many posts you can make on your myspace blog, even if they are as dumb as "Today we're on the road, and I just had the most amazing Panda Express I've ever had." It's about how many pictures you can take making a goofy face, and how many people can tag you in those pictures. It's opening up about everything in your life, from arguments with friends to your favorite brand of cookie (because fans will bring you those cookies…if you doubt it, ask Alex Gaskarth how many things of Milanos he would get every show). This isn't the Wizard of Oz people, you are not all-powerful, and kids get annoyed when you think you are (myself included). So pull down the curtain, and admit the fact that you can't really perform magic…but that roadie can
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
Friday, November 21, 2008
TWILIGHT
Suck it up, I’m gonna talk about it. People need to stop mocking teenies for loving things like Twilight while the WWE is still making money, that's all I'm sayin'.
It wasn’t quite what I expected. Though I’m sure all of my film major roommates and friends would disagree, I actually was impressed with the cinematography. It surprisingly felt like they thought about shots, angles, dream sequences and random flashbacks. Which is unusual if you were to compare Twilight to movies made for a similar age range *cough*High School Musical*cough*.
The acting wasn’t great. Some of Edward’s subtleties were made painfully obvious (ok, not that many, but the first Bio class when he first smells her…and *covers his nose*?!?!?!? Vamps don’t need to cover their nose, they just don’t breathe. Come on now.). And someone needs to teach Bella how to hyperventilate…or show any kind of emotion other than the shy awkward go-to emotion. Unfortunately, the best cast kid was Jacob (damnit, I hate that kid), though Jessica came in a close second (so nice to see her as the Alpha girl after being the blond’s bitch in Camp). And why is Angela suddenly a Jess-clone? She’s supposed to be the one *good* friend to Bella, which is why Edward sets her up with Ben in the book (well, in his version of the book).
And as it is with all movies that are made from books, they did change a few things: the bad vamps played a part much earlier in the movie, Jacob doesn’t tell Bella about the “Cold Ones,” and they cut out the awesome Bella faints in Bio when blood testing scene, which always cracks me up. The one that really pissed me off though, was that they threw in a line for Twihards that doesn’t really make sense in the context. When Bella confronts Edward about his vampiness, he comes right out with the line, “You are my brand of heroin.” Now, in the movie, it’s a total WTF moment, because it’s out of NOWHERE. In the book, they’re having a deep and emotional conversation about the possibility of a future for them, and Edward’s trying to tell Bella how dangerous he is.
He makes the comparison of putting an ex-alcoholic in the room with a glass of wine (or whatever it was), versus putting him in a room with a finely aged scotch. (Yes, I'm sure I got this wrong, but I don't currently have my book with me, so I'm relying on my memory, which we all know is crap. Correct me if you honestly care that much.) Realizing this isn’t an intense enough analogy, he changes our friendly alcoholic to a junkie in a room with heroin, from which comes the line, “you are exactly my brand of heroin.” The way he says it in the book is amazing: it sweet, and beautiful, and you love him even more for it, even though he’s saying it to push Bella away, to convince her of his danger to her.
And the growth of their relationship in the book is awesome: they go from not being able to sit next to each other, to barely being able to touch, to – after weeks of dating – finally kissing, a first kiss that most girls wish was theirs. Now, this is the one time that the movie kicked the book’s ass, though again if you hadn’t read the book, the reaction wouldn’t make quite as much sense.
In the book, it takes Edward great control to stop himself before he looses his “human” sense not to kill her, which is why he pushes Bella off of him when they kiss. In the movie, it takes probably 30-40 seconds between him leaning in to kiss her and him actually kissing her. It’s awkward, but you know it’s him testing his self-control, which is actually really endearing. They have a quick peck, then Bella attacks him…but in the movie, Edward attacks back…totally hot! And this is when every 16 year old girl in the audience squealed with joy, because honestly, who didn’t want to be in a t-shirt and undies in bed with Edward (though, I’m sure we all could have done without the phone call from mom which ended when Edward showed up, overhearing mom’s last bit of advice: “be safe!!!”)
Ok, so enough rambling about random bits and pieces. Overall, if I were a critic, I would give it something in the C range. Decent story, overall decent acting, decent script, nothing special. But as a fan, I give it an A. Why? Because for most of us, we don’t need the Oscars to approve to find something entertaining as hell. And it was. And I’m sure everyone in that theater agreed with me. There was a huge cheer at the end of the movie (not to mention the various giggles at awkwardness and squeals at kisses), and everyone left the theater laughing, joking, and excited about being able to talk about the amazing time they had in the last two hours.
So I say see it. Put aside expectations (both good from the book, and bad from the haters and in my case mockers), and spend two hours enjoying a good old fashioned fairy tale.
By the way, some things I noticed:
There were actually parents there without kids
There were guys without girls
I was in the minority – I don’t own *any* Twilight merch
In my quiet suburban town, they had three screens running for the midnight show, and they’ve got it running every half an hour tonight.
NPR just did a mini feature on the opening (so it’s gotta be a big deal)
It wasn’t quite what I expected. Though I’m sure all of my film major roommates and friends would disagree, I actually was impressed with the cinematography. It surprisingly felt like they thought about shots, angles, dream sequences and random flashbacks. Which is unusual if you were to compare Twilight to movies made for a similar age range *cough*High School Musical*cough*.
The acting wasn’t great. Some of Edward’s subtleties were made painfully obvious (ok, not that many, but the first Bio class when he first smells her…and *covers his nose*?!?!?!? Vamps don’t need to cover their nose, they just don’t breathe. Come on now.). And someone needs to teach Bella how to hyperventilate…or show any kind of emotion other than the shy awkward go-to emotion. Unfortunately, the best cast kid was Jacob (damnit, I hate that kid), though Jessica came in a close second (so nice to see her as the Alpha girl after being the blond’s bitch in Camp). And why is Angela suddenly a Jess-clone? She’s supposed to be the one *good* friend to Bella, which is why Edward sets her up with Ben in the book (well, in his version of the book).
And as it is with all movies that are made from books, they did change a few things: the bad vamps played a part much earlier in the movie, Jacob doesn’t tell Bella about the “Cold Ones,” and they cut out the awesome Bella faints in Bio when blood testing scene, which always cracks me up. The one that really pissed me off though, was that they threw in a line for Twihards that doesn’t really make sense in the context. When Bella confronts Edward about his vampiness, he comes right out with the line, “You are my brand of heroin.” Now, in the movie, it’s a total WTF moment, because it’s out of NOWHERE. In the book, they’re having a deep and emotional conversation about the possibility of a future for them, and Edward’s trying to tell Bella how dangerous he is.
He makes the comparison of putting an ex-alcoholic in the room with a glass of wine (or whatever it was), versus putting him in a room with a finely aged scotch. (Yes, I'm sure I got this wrong, but I don't currently have my book with me, so I'm relying on my memory, which we all know is crap. Correct me if you honestly care that much.) Realizing this isn’t an intense enough analogy, he changes our friendly alcoholic to a junkie in a room with heroin, from which comes the line, “you are exactly my brand of heroin.” The way he says it in the book is amazing: it sweet, and beautiful, and you love him even more for it, even though he’s saying it to push Bella away, to convince her of his danger to her.
And the growth of their relationship in the book is awesome: they go from not being able to sit next to each other, to barely being able to touch, to – after weeks of dating – finally kissing, a first kiss that most girls wish was theirs. Now, this is the one time that the movie kicked the book’s ass, though again if you hadn’t read the book, the reaction wouldn’t make quite as much sense.
In the book, it takes Edward great control to stop himself before he looses his “human” sense not to kill her, which is why he pushes Bella off of him when they kiss. In the movie, it takes probably 30-40 seconds between him leaning in to kiss her and him actually kissing her. It’s awkward, but you know it’s him testing his self-control, which is actually really endearing. They have a quick peck, then Bella attacks him…but in the movie, Edward attacks back…totally hot! And this is when every 16 year old girl in the audience squealed with joy, because honestly, who didn’t want to be in a t-shirt and undies in bed with Edward (though, I’m sure we all could have done without the phone call from mom which ended when Edward showed up, overhearing mom’s last bit of advice: “be safe!!!”)
Ok, so enough rambling about random bits and pieces. Overall, if I were a critic, I would give it something in the C range. Decent story, overall decent acting, decent script, nothing special. But as a fan, I give it an A. Why? Because for most of us, we don’t need the Oscars to approve to find something entertaining as hell. And it was. And I’m sure everyone in that theater agreed with me. There was a huge cheer at the end of the movie (not to mention the various giggles at awkwardness and squeals at kisses), and everyone left the theater laughing, joking, and excited about being able to talk about the amazing time they had in the last two hours.
So I say see it. Put aside expectations (both good from the book, and bad from the haters and in my case mockers), and spend two hours enjoying a good old fashioned fairy tale.
By the way, some things I noticed:
There were actually parents there without kids
There were guys without girls
I was in the minority – I don’t own *any* Twilight merch
In my quiet suburban town, they had three screens running for the midnight show, and they’ve got it running every half an hour tonight.
NPR just did a mini feature on the opening (so it’s gotta be a big deal)
Thursday, November 20, 2008
Crap Culture
I like crap. Not, you know, actual feces, but things that have little redeeming artistic value. I admit this freely. And I don't think it's a bad thing, as long as you don't try to pass it off as a work of genius.
Exhibit A: Gossip Girls. It's Dawson's Creek meets Cruel Intentions. Neither of which were good, but enjoyable. Gossip Girls doesn't have amazing acting, or great scripts. Even the premise makes me want to rip out my hair: a bunch of rich kids running around New York complaining about how their daddy took their T-Bird away…and instead *only* gave them a private limo and a vespa, a Guchi bag and a shopping spree at some Paris designer store. It says that the abuse of money is ok, and that our culture – so focused on the public and humiliating downfall of celebrities – is entertaining and worth our time. It's horrible. And I should hate it. But I almost cried when Jenny showed up for Thanksgiving dinner, and I could not speak when Blair had sex with Chuck. Because I am completely addicted to Gossip Girls.
Exhibit B: Twilight. Horribly written. I'm sure the movie's not gonna be much better. The plots are ridiculous, and the fact that the first book should really be two books, as there are two separate stories contained in the book (the love story and mystery of the Cullen family, then the hunt for Bella) drives me crazy every time I read it (and yes, I have read it multiple times, once while reading Edward's version at the same time). There is no amazing theme like the Harry Potter books, such as questioning the definition of good and evil. But I love me some Twilight, and I already bought my tickets for 12:01am Friday morning for the first movie.
Exhibit C: Pop-Punk, case in point, All Time Low. Though they have grown up a small amount since I first saw them, for the most part they're still the high-school pranksters that idolize the dick and fart jokes of Blink-182. They can play better than some crappy garage bands…but that's not saying much. They can write some fun and pretty lyrics, but they're no "Beatles" writing "Imagine." But I have seen them now 18 times, and have driven 3+ hours to see them.
I have been told – by more than one person - that my generation has great crap-detectors. The reason why people stopped paying attention to us was because they didn't know how to sell us stuff. But somehow, these crappy things are getting through. Because I watch Gossip Girl every Monday night, and I've spent probably more than 50 bucks on Twilight *before* the $10 movie tickets, and god knows I'm still spending money on All Time Low concert tickets (as well as Boys Like Girls, Valencia, Cobra Starship, Cute is What We Aim For…).
The only explanation I have is pretty obvious: because they're fun. I work in Beverly Hills, and live in Monterey Park. I'm out of my house from 8am to almost 8pm. Before that I was a full time student, trying to juggle internships and jobs and planning for my future while keeping up good grades. In high school I was called "the over-achiever" because of all my extra curriculars plus AP classes, plus picking up extra instruments just for fun. And as far back as I can remember, dinner table discussions were focused on anger: over Bush, the cost of my dance classes, or what my grandmother said to piss off my mom that week.
Our lives have been focused on fear-mongering. And no, I'm not going on a Bush rant now (though who knows, maybe some day I will). I'm talking about parents, teachers, family friends. My junior and senior years, everyone wanted to know where I wanted to go to college, and it was unacceptable to answer that I wasn't particularly looking forward to more school. My whole adolescent life was spent living up to other's expectations. And though it felt that way at the time, I know I wasn't alone in those feelings. We all needed an escape. Many (let's not lie, most) of the people I know turned to alcohol (yes, some of us as early as 8th or 9th grade). Escape the glaring, judging eye of the parents, and get wasted…then spend the rest of the evening joking about stupid shit you come up with while wasted (and some of those inside jokes live on today).
But we also turn to our own fantasy pop-culture (by the way, I include Gossip Girls and crappy music in fantasy). We want to see these perfect lives we could have…we could be dating the perfect gentleman, Nate Archibald, or the even more perfect (and even more gorgeous) Edward Cullen, even if we're as plain (or annoying) as Venessa or Bella; we could start our own business at 15, and run away and live with friends; we can start a band with our friends and tour the country (without those pesky parents), even if we aren't the next John Lennon.
So what's the point? I dunno. But I'm sick of people telling me the things I watch or read or listen to are crap. I know. But when I'm in the mood to feel like I'm 16 again, escaping the pressures of AP English, I'm still going to turn to them.
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www.myspace.com/alltimelow
Exhibit A: Gossip Girls. It's Dawson's Creek meets Cruel Intentions. Neither of which were good, but enjoyable. Gossip Girls doesn't have amazing acting, or great scripts. Even the premise makes me want to rip out my hair: a bunch of rich kids running around New York complaining about how their daddy took their T-Bird away…and instead *only* gave them a private limo and a vespa, a Guchi bag and a shopping spree at some Paris designer store. It says that the abuse of money is ok, and that our culture – so focused on the public and humiliating downfall of celebrities – is entertaining and worth our time. It's horrible. And I should hate it. But I almost cried when Jenny showed up for Thanksgiving dinner, and I could not speak when Blair had sex with Chuck. Because I am completely addicted to Gossip Girls.
Exhibit B: Twilight. Horribly written. I'm sure the movie's not gonna be much better. The plots are ridiculous, and the fact that the first book should really be two books, as there are two separate stories contained in the book (the love story and mystery of the Cullen family, then the hunt for Bella) drives me crazy every time I read it (and yes, I have read it multiple times, once while reading Edward's version at the same time). There is no amazing theme like the Harry Potter books, such as questioning the definition of good and evil. But I love me some Twilight, and I already bought my tickets for 12:01am Friday morning for the first movie.
Exhibit C: Pop-Punk, case in point, All Time Low. Though they have grown up a small amount since I first saw them, for the most part they're still the high-school pranksters that idolize the dick and fart jokes of Blink-182. They can play better than some crappy garage bands…but that's not saying much. They can write some fun and pretty lyrics, but they're no "Beatles" writing "Imagine." But I have seen them now 18 times, and have driven 3+ hours to see them.
I have been told – by more than one person - that my generation has great crap-detectors. The reason why people stopped paying attention to us was because they didn't know how to sell us stuff. But somehow, these crappy things are getting through. Because I watch Gossip Girl every Monday night, and I've spent probably more than 50 bucks on Twilight *before* the $10 movie tickets, and god knows I'm still spending money on All Time Low concert tickets (as well as Boys Like Girls, Valencia, Cobra Starship, Cute is What We Aim For…).
The only explanation I have is pretty obvious: because they're fun. I work in Beverly Hills, and live in Monterey Park. I'm out of my house from 8am to almost 8pm. Before that I was a full time student, trying to juggle internships and jobs and planning for my future while keeping up good grades. In high school I was called "the over-achiever" because of all my extra curriculars plus AP classes, plus picking up extra instruments just for fun. And as far back as I can remember, dinner table discussions were focused on anger: over Bush, the cost of my dance classes, or what my grandmother said to piss off my mom that week.
Our lives have been focused on fear-mongering. And no, I'm not going on a Bush rant now (though who knows, maybe some day I will). I'm talking about parents, teachers, family friends. My junior and senior years, everyone wanted to know where I wanted to go to college, and it was unacceptable to answer that I wasn't particularly looking forward to more school. My whole adolescent life was spent living up to other's expectations. And though it felt that way at the time, I know I wasn't alone in those feelings. We all needed an escape. Many (let's not lie, most) of the people I know turned to alcohol (yes, some of us as early as 8th or 9th grade). Escape the glaring, judging eye of the parents, and get wasted…then spend the rest of the evening joking about stupid shit you come up with while wasted (and some of those inside jokes live on today).
But we also turn to our own fantasy pop-culture (by the way, I include Gossip Girls and crappy music in fantasy). We want to see these perfect lives we could have…we could be dating the perfect gentleman, Nate Archibald, or the even more perfect (and even more gorgeous) Edward Cullen, even if we're as plain (or annoying) as Venessa or Bella; we could start our own business at 15, and run away and live with friends; we can start a band with our friends and tour the country (without those pesky parents), even if we aren't the next John Lennon.
So what's the point? I dunno. But I'm sick of people telling me the things I watch or read or listen to are crap. I know. But when I'm in the mood to feel like I'm 16 again, escaping the pressures of AP English, I'm still going to turn to them.
www.stepheniemeyer.com/
www.myspace.com/alltimelow
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
The scary first post...
Saturday night, I went to a concert for two reasons: one was to see Anarbor, the band who's record label (Hopeless) I had interned for. The other was to see The Scenic, a Philly band who I just found out about, who play with another Philly band (The Great American Soundtrack) that I really like. I had seen this show Thursday night (with the Hopeless crew, a really cool group of 20-30 somethings who were nothing but welcoming when I worked there...just had to give them some props), which is when I heard about the Scenic.
Side note: Though this was not the story I intended to talk about, I was talking to one of the band members - Dan - before and after the show, and he had asked me to stick around and watch them, and after the show he came up to me and gave me a big hug when he found out I stayed. I mean really, how adorable is it that they gave someone a hug just for sticking around for their set. That's what gets you a hard core fan base of 16 year olds who will do nothing but promote your band. Anyway...This is when I found out that his old band had opened for All Time Low (another Hopeless band) when they did an acoustic tour a year and a half ago, back in the days when they were stoked to fill a Church basement, as they had only been to Philly once before. Small world.
Anyway, the point of this first post is this: as I was watching the opening band Saturday night, I had a thought. A revelation, if you will. And I called *myself* blasphemous for this thought. Because it really is pretty bad. The thought was this: the problem with Blink-182 is that they made every kid think he could start a band. And many of these kids did. And I was now being forced to sit through their crappy music, because there were no in-and-outs at the show.
Now, the blasphemy of this statement is the assumption that there was *anything* wrong with Blink-182. To anyone over the age of, say, 25, this does not seem blasphemous. In fact, most of them would probably say that Blink-182 was a crappy band, with an annoying lead singer, who broke up because they were whiney, and no one cared. This may be true, but that's not the point. The point, for those of us under 25, was that they were *us*. They made it cool to be a teenager and do stupid shit (like running down the street in your underwear). They made it ok to think about and talk about suicide. They made us stop and enjoy ourselves, our friends, our lives. Something that most of us didn't do, as we were stressed with school, getting into college, dealing with our parents, dealing with Bush.
The point of this whole ramble? Well, in having my revalation, I didn't have anyone to tell it to. My roommates don't like the music I like, my sister is over the whole pop-punk scene (she introduced me to Good Charlotte when I was about 13, then started calming down her tastes), my friends at home were all asleep by this time, and even if they weren't most of them wouldn't care.
But I wanted to get my ramble out. I ramble a lot, and like anger, I feel it unhealthy to keep all this bottled up.
A few weeks ago, my mom suggested I ask Bob Lefsetz (friend of the family and author of the Lefsetz letter, an email blog thing that gets sent across the music industry) to write a "guest collumn" of sorts for him, try to build up my name and credibility before I try to start my own label. I laughed her off - I am not the type of person with the balls to flat out ask for something like that - but the idea of writing a music blog has been stuck in my head ever since.
And so here it is. My strange version of a music blog. My random thoughts about new bands, shows I've seen, which band members are pissing me off this week (mostly because of lead singer syndrom....but that's for another time), and whatever the hell else I'll talk about (this week I'm sure it will be Twilight...and yes, I already have my ticket for the 12:01am show). My guess is, I'll write a total of 3 blogs, which no one will read, and I'll get bored and stop. But just in case anyone decides to read this, I figured the first post should explain (at least in a way that makes sense to me) why I started writing it in the first place.
Side note: Though this was not the story I intended to talk about, I was talking to one of the band members - Dan - before and after the show, and he had asked me to stick around and watch them, and after the show he came up to me and gave me a big hug when he found out I stayed. I mean really, how adorable is it that they gave someone a hug just for sticking around for their set. That's what gets you a hard core fan base of 16 year olds who will do nothing but promote your band. Anyway...This is when I found out that his old band had opened for All Time Low (another Hopeless band) when they did an acoustic tour a year and a half ago, back in the days when they were stoked to fill a Church basement, as they had only been to Philly once before. Small world.
Anyway, the point of this first post is this: as I was watching the opening band Saturday night, I had a thought. A revelation, if you will. And I called *myself* blasphemous for this thought. Because it really is pretty bad. The thought was this: the problem with Blink-182 is that they made every kid think he could start a band. And many of these kids did. And I was now being forced to sit through their crappy music, because there were no in-and-outs at the show.
Now, the blasphemy of this statement is the assumption that there was *anything* wrong with Blink-182. To anyone over the age of, say, 25, this does not seem blasphemous. In fact, most of them would probably say that Blink-182 was a crappy band, with an annoying lead singer, who broke up because they were whiney, and no one cared. This may be true, but that's not the point. The point, for those of us under 25, was that they were *us*. They made it cool to be a teenager and do stupid shit (like running down the street in your underwear). They made it ok to think about and talk about suicide. They made us stop and enjoy ourselves, our friends, our lives. Something that most of us didn't do, as we were stressed with school, getting into college, dealing with our parents, dealing with Bush.
The point of this whole ramble? Well, in having my revalation, I didn't have anyone to tell it to. My roommates don't like the music I like, my sister is over the whole pop-punk scene (she introduced me to Good Charlotte when I was about 13, then started calming down her tastes), my friends at home were all asleep by this time, and even if they weren't most of them wouldn't care.
But I wanted to get my ramble out. I ramble a lot, and like anger, I feel it unhealthy to keep all this bottled up.
A few weeks ago, my mom suggested I ask Bob Lefsetz (friend of the family and author of the Lefsetz letter, an email blog thing that gets sent across the music industry) to write a "guest collumn" of sorts for him, try to build up my name and credibility before I try to start my own label. I laughed her off - I am not the type of person with the balls to flat out ask for something like that - but the idea of writing a music blog has been stuck in my head ever since.
And so here it is. My strange version of a music blog. My random thoughts about new bands, shows I've seen, which band members are pissing me off this week (mostly because of lead singer syndrom....but that's for another time), and whatever the hell else I'll talk about (this week I'm sure it will be Twilight...and yes, I already have my ticket for the 12:01am show). My guess is, I'll write a total of 3 blogs, which no one will read, and I'll get bored and stop. But just in case anyone decides to read this, I figured the first post should explain (at least in a way that makes sense to me) why I started writing it in the first place.
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