Band Web Log (Miranda)
My band is in the process of recording our first CD, in the basement, with a Mac Mini, and a few cheap mics. We’re recording all of the music live, in one take, in hopes of avoiding too much of a layered sound – which I think can sound thin without the right soundboard and equipment at your disposal.
With thousands of bands seemingly forming every day, how does a band go about convincing new ears to listen? How do you pitch your music, when there are really only several popular formats to use? How do you blend into the white noise of new sounds, retro sounds, remixed sounds, and dubstep sounds? I don’t know, that’s why I’m throwing these rhetorical’s your way, “avid anonymous blog reader.” (Comment below with suggestions) This is a kind of call, because right now there’s a kind of wild west, DIY mentality a foot, which I think can be beneficial to those that are truly creative and willing to format/present their sound uniquely.
I suppose the most creative froth has always found its way up, however this froth is metaphorically multiplying, in many different directions, as I speak. We’ll play shows at local bars/clubs, but the crowds are mostly made up of other bands in similar situations. So how do you get people from off the street to come and listen? Especially when you’re 30, not in college, and have no real college base to draw from; I don’t know. You just keep writing, producing, playing, recording, and promoting through facebook/word of mouth. This isn’t a race. This isn’t a race to get on the radio, a radio that is dying or has been looping the same playlists for the last 20 years. This isn’t a race to get a 3 record deal, that don’t exist anymore, and mostly big labels are probably always picking out their new acts 10 years in advance.
Even the act of writing about music, always strikes me as funny, but I’m bored and feel like typing something. If you feel compelled in anyway after reading this, check out our live videos. It’s what we enjoy doing, so we do it, anything that results after the fact should always be viewed as spontaneous, fleeting, but appreciated too.
Also found this sketched into a notebook, about 3 years old
Amazing vocal performance
I remember where I was in 2000. I was pumping gas at main street sunoco in Leominster, MA. Mike G. had recently turned me on to the greatness that is Radiohead. He would burn me copies of CDs and talk passionately of how great a band they really were. Discussing song lyrics, certain musical changes, and just why they were such an important band for our time! He was a somewhat practicing vegetarian and most nights ordered spaghetti with sauce, “make sure its not the meat sauce!” he’d bark into the phone. He also had this kind of lingering, foul odor to him, but that’s not why I’m writing this dispatch.
It’s just that so much has happened in the last 12 years, from the age of 17 to 29, as this is such a pivotal period for anyone. Kid A was something so huge, so dense, so intense, that I was really only trying to grasp alternating programmed beats and general absurdity of the lyrics.
2001 was my first time seeing them live at Suffolk Downs and I really have to give Mike G. the credit for opening my mind up to them 2 years prior. A part-time job pumping gas, for the most part screwing around when our bosses left at 5. So from 5-10 we played CDs in the little store, while switching off who would get the next customer. Sunoco in Leominster being really only 1 of 2 Full serve stations, so later on at night you’d get stragglers, nothing too steady.
Even listening to “National Anthem” now I’m reminded of Athens Pizza, the distinct smell of their sauce, and the blue, greasy counter top I ate on. Leaning over, watching the gas meter which signaled when the car outside was done. Soon enough I plastered a Radiohead bumper sticker on my ’89 Honda Civic and to my friend Maki I was only ever known as “Raaaadioheadd!”
So 12 years removed from the release of “Kid A” and having seen them at least 4 times live, I understand the power of speaking passionately about a band you love to someone else. Especially to an already impressionable 17 year old.
No more effort, I’ve handed the keys to spirits. Gonna glide like a flock of the finest mockingbird troops around. Disappointment not allowed, in this statistically drawn parallel stone land. Forever dissecting melodrama is a full-time game, I’m surely awash in.
Performance art is simply amazing to my eyes now. Those of Shara Worden, musical nymph of the highest degree. One day we’ll meet, either astrally or earth-grass bound. She’s exquisite, refined, savory, and tastefully present in my computer screen tonight. Want to know someone as magnificent and expressive as her. I’m virtually in love, so removed, but am endeared by her passionate movements.
I wonder what her sweat tastes like after a long performance on some chic Parisian stage? How the mind wonders. Sweet savory muse in human flesh. Shara, Shara, Shara