Tune In…
So, at this moment, I am feeling slightly old, and VERY out of touch.
I have a collection of over 280 GBs of music, which I have collected (100% legally) through buying CD’s, and digitally through I-Tunes. At last check, I had a little over 30 days of music, if I was to play them consecutively. (Yes, I have nightmares of a hard drive failure… thanks for asking)
Anyhoo… I grew up in an environment where all my friends downloaded music illegally, and I always made a big deal out of it… A) Because it was illegal and B) Because I was a songwriter, I feel that the Songwriters and Musicians should receive benefit from their music being played.
Now… I am on Twitter, and I constantly see folks using Blip.fm to “play” music… and tonight, I became a Blip.fm DJ.
However, it goes against everything I have been saying for a long time. I sent a link, to my 500 (or so) Twitter Followers, asking them to watch and/or listen to music for free.
I referenced a recent Blog Posting, and acknowledged two glaring omissions from my “Under The Influences” Blog, which were James Taylor (Fire and Rain) and Jim Croce (Lover’s Cross)
However, the addition of their names to my Honour Roll of Songwriting Rock Stars, doesn’t in any way diminish the fact that I have been dragged, kicking and screaming into the 90’s. I posted music without it being paid for.
I’m not too sure how the Canadian Government (or, for that matter, the US Government) view the advances of technology that allows us to type in the name of an Artist, and have access to their catalogue of musical performances, for broadcast to the world.
I understand the popularity of YouTube, and hey… I love a good cat video as much as the next guy !!! I’m just not sure that I’m ready to take that step, and cross that line. It is something that I know labels like Nettwerk have been working to break down the walls… but they appear (IMHO) to be one of the few. Others are still licensing music differently, and behaving as if we were all listening to LP’s on a record player in the living room.
I have an I-Pod, and it is crammed with a diversity of Music that makes my wife’s head spin… (when we listen to music in the car together) I just am uncertain if I am prepared to endorse broadcasting songs for others to listen to, when they aren’t my own… or I haven’t paid for them.
I think I will have to think a bit more on this, and do some research.
I’m not certain what I think, and I think that some of what I think, is because of my age… and THAT makes me feel old !!!
— Follow Up —
I’m posting a Follow Up, directly IN this posting, as I feel that the comments of @StacieBee were of such profound impact, as to allow me to “get over myself”, and embrace the Technology that allows us to Tweet links to songs to our Followers. As I stated in my “Under The Influences” post… many of these songs are the cornerstones of my awareness of songwriting, and I believe, being able to share them, is a joy and a gift. Below is Stacie’s comment:
Bob, virtually everything that *I* blip, is in my iTunes so I don’t feel guilty. Before I switched to digital music, I had hundreds of CD’s that I’ve since copied to my computer. I’m usually listening to my iTunes library when I decide to blip a song. To me, Blip.fm is for sharing music with people not so that they don’t have to pay for it, but for them to discover music they like and can go buy. I’ve bought songs that I’ve heard because of other blippers and I’ve had more than one person tell me that they bought music because of what I blipped.
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Thanks Stacie !!! You ROCK !!!
Cheers, Bob
Under The Influences…
About a month ago, I was on Twitter, and a Tweet from @LisaSawyer317 caught my attention. I didn’t favourite it, but Lisa was on Blip.fm, and was Tweeting some of the songs she was playing, and the lyrics contained in the songs…
“Hello Darkness, my old friend. I’ve come to talk to you, again…”
And it got me thinking about the Songs that I grew up with, and helped form my love of Music and Lyrics… and which songs were the songs that stuck out as being “instrumental” in my learning and loving of songwriting.
I started thinking further, and it has been a long process… one which has revealed many “old friends” which lay dormant in my I-Pod.
I list them, largely, in no particular order, but must include a brief “blurb” about each, to explain it’s place on the list.
1) It Never Rains In Southern California
This IS the exception to the rule, because it is Song # 1. It was the first song that I heard, that I thought… “That guy is SO sad, alone and desperate”
I think (other than the word “bread”) lyrically, it holds up as well today, as it did in 1972.
It is my favourite song, and far and away, the song that EVERY time I write a song, I try to capture the emotions of.
A massive tip of the Songwriter Hat to Albert Hammond and Mike Hazlewood.
Suzanne – Leonard Cohen
Growing up in the 60’s and 70’s, my parents were not Large “L” Liberals or Hippies, but were cognizant of the arts movement, and aware that many different and diverging voices were suddenly being heard. Poets like Rod McKuen, found a place beside the Works of William Shakespeare… Literature like “Bury My Heart At Wounded Knee” was placed between George Orwell and P.G. Wodehouse… and the Songs of Leonard Cohen was placed between The Beatles and Vera Lynn.
Suzanne is a song which speaks so powerfully of lust, longing and the desire for those things which are beyond reach. It combines a series of vivid images, with the first and last being about Suzanne herself, and the middle verse being about Jesus, and how many people don’t think about God, except in times of need… “All men shall be sailors then, until the sea shall free them”
It was, I believe, the first song I encountered which dealt with Spirituality in a mortal context… rather than the Hymns and Songs of Praise found in Church.
Yesterday – Paul McCartney & John Lennon
What superlatives can you pile on a Lennon/McCartney composition ? Their later songs opened my eyes to the inclusion of many chords that had fallen out of favour since the halcyon days of the Gershwins, Irving Berlin and the Big Bands. Their lyrics are evocative, but the music stands alone, as well.
Kathy’s Song – Paul Simon
Simon and Garfunkel epitomise my memories of childhood. I’m sure that their harmonies, like the Everly Brothers for this children of the 50’s, are reverberating in my genes.
Wednesday Morning 3 am… Sounds of Silence… I Am A Rock… The Boxer… For Emily (Whenever I May Fine Her)… A Hazy Shade Of Winter… I could go on and on.
But I remember seeing a note in a Simon and Garfunkel book, how Paul Simon had been passed a note after finishing “Bridge Over Troubled Water” and asked to add another verse, because it was too short. So the “Sail On, Silver Girl” verse was written… but never quite meshed or blended in to the rest of the song.
This was the introduction to what songwriters call Second (or Third) Verse Hell.
Lyrically, or Musically… again, I could only hope to attain a portion of the altitude.
I selected “Kathy’s Song” over “For Emily” because of the line…
“So you see, I have come to doubt, all that I once held as true. I stand alone, without beliefs. The only truth, I know, is you.”
C’mon. EVERYONE wishes they had said that.
Close Every Door – Andrew Lloyd Webber and Tim Rice
The first time I heard the song was in an elementary school auditorium, with an elementary school choir singing a capella with only a piano for timing. In my head, I HEARD the strings. I heard the Cellos, the Violas, the Stand Up Bass. The whole String Section powering in, at the end.
THAT is the power of music.
House Of The Rising Sun – Folk Song
I thought this had been written by Eric Burden… and was stunned to find out it was an old folk song ! I think it opened my eyes to the opportunities of “messing” with songwriting… that it doesn’t have to be structured like Verse, Chorus, Verse, Chorus, Verse, Chorus. There IS no Chorus in this song. It just goes Verse to Verse… and is none the worse for it. An invaluable lesson.
Last but not least…
We’ll Meet Again – Ross Parker and Hughie Charles
Vera Lynn sang the heck out of it, every Sunday night in my Parent’s house… It was “Big V” night, as my father turned up the record player as loud as my Mum would let him.
Dame Vera had (still has) a powerful voice, and for my Dad, it was a time to reflect on the loss of five years of his life, and a great number of his friends, to a terrible war… It was a promise to family and friends that had passed, that the day of re-union would come for us all… It was a reminder of a brief respite in a canteen in Egypt, with my father and a friend playing piano for a group of battle-weary Brits, who had seen too much blood, and too much hurt, and wer egoing back to do it again. It was, for my Father, so many things that I’ll never understand, that he prayed I would never HAVE to understand. For that reason alone, it gets included.
In a few months, I will probably look at this list with fresh eyes, and slap my head thinking “Why didn’t I include THAT song” !!! But after reviewing my selections, through recent days, I feel that my selections are (with Si/Gar and Beatles exclusions aside) as good as any group can be.
To select one song from these artists, demeans and diminishes the rest of their catalogue, and I mean no disrespect in making my selection.
But THESE are the songs that spoke to me as a child, and made me want to be a Songwriter, and helped form me into the writer I am today…
So blame THEM !!!
The Write Time…
Hi !
If you’re reading this… Sorry !!!
I’m a songwriter, and not so much a blogger !
(Although I’ve often told I’m full of… blether…)
I’m trying to write / finish a bunch of songs… but there aren’t enough hours in the day for that… let alone this !!!
So, if you are reading this… Sorry !!!
It just wasn’t the “Write Time” to Blog !!!
Reading The Fine Print…
A while ago, my wife’s Aunt was “downsizing” her house… and while we were over for a visit, as she knows I am a music buff… she asked if I wanted to have a look through her old LP records (that otherwise were going to the Sally Ann)
I was delighted, so she showed me where they were, and I started flipping through them.
Most of them were her son’s records… and most of the records were albums that all of us who were around in the 70’s and 80’s have… Foreigner, Asia, Blondie, Toto, etc. Albums that I already own.
Anyway, I had gone through most of them, when I found an older vintage record… a Big Band album from Tommy Dorsey!
Having grown up in a house where all types of music were welcome, but Big Band or Vera Lynn were especially well received.
I confirmed that this album was “up for grabs”… and brought it home, when we left.
As life often does… things got in the way, and it got put aside until recently, when I came across it, while I was moving stuff around in my studio.
I looked at it, and on the “B” side, in the tiniest letters… with as little “TADA” as possible, it announced that the singer was Frank Sinatra!
Back in the day, before he was “above the title”… Before the Ratpack… Before Frank was Frank !!!
And now, it hangs as in a place of honour on my wall… Serving as a visual reminder that even the great ones were, at one point or another, written in small print.
Now, before you think I am deluded, and relating my talent to FS… Nosiree Bob !!!
I just take it as a reminder that from tiny acorns, mighty Oaks grow.
You just have to read the fine print…
(And what fine print it is !!!)
Sorry, I'm Miss Poke…
What started as a perfectly harmless evening of Korean BBQ and Soju, spending time with dear friends and colleagues, took a turn for the worse, when someone suggested heading for the Bar in the Hotel Lobby, where a hot band from the Philippines was playing Hit Cover Songs !
The quality of the singing was quite good… and the keyboard player was doing a great job. Perhaps it was the Soju… maybe the Beer… Perhaps the Scotches ?!? But something was grating on my last nerve, but I couldn’t place it, at first.
But, whatever it was, was getting under my skin something fierce.
Finally, I was able to break the surface of my alcoholic stupor, long enough to realize that we have expectations, which are shaped by the conditions of our environment, and affect how we perceive situations, and thus form “judgements”
Tonight’s renditions were, by no means the worst I’ve heard… that I was able to deal with.
I could deal with the smokey atmosphere… The drunken business men who were openly drooling over the singers… the intoxicated couples slow-dancing totally out of time to the music… the laser lights that occassionally caused blindness… I could deal with ALL of that. What I couldn’t face, was the mangling and twisting of language that was going on.
It started subtly… and with an accent, some of the issues may have been interpretive, rather than real. Roxette’s “Sleeping In My Car” became “Slipping In My Car”, and Ben E. King’s classic “Stand By Me” became what sounded like “Stan, Buy Me” As I say, those could be forgiven, or put down to the songs being sung in a second language.
(My three foreign language songs are Frere Jacques, Allouetta and Mon Payee Blue, so I am ABSOLUTELY throwing rocks inside my Glass House)
As a lyricist, the mangling of words…. whether by a foreign tongue, or by our own malapropism, is something that I find untenable, moreso because they were being paid to perform, and ostensibly, sing. More than a few folks have gotten rich, putting together compilations of “murdered” lyrics… “Scuze Me, While I Kiss This Guy” and such….
But here I was, and there were more than a few songs in a row, where the Lyrics were, apparently, not understood by the singer, and as such, were being abused, but with a ferocity that was hard to endure… so, despite the Whiskey Haze, we knew it was time to go. Kindly, the Destructive Power of Single Malt Scotch, combined with having to re-type this to make it comprehensible, have removed the last vestiges of the worst memories… the next day… Motrin… coffee… and time have cleared most details from my brain… although I know I shall never again hear Stevie Wonders “Overjoyed” without a twitch developing.
And now, hopefully, the song CAN remain the same !!!