#17 World Peace? HOW ABOUT P-FUNK!

Currently listening to “I’m The One” by Black Flag.

If you’ve turned on the new within the past, oh 35 years, you’ve noticed about the little pissing contest between Israel and Palestine. Hamas launching rockets into the Gaza Strip, Israeli commandos seize a ship carrying arms to Hezbollah, the kidnapping of folks on both sides and executions of all shapes and sizes… This little altercation has been going on for as long as their has been both Israel and Palestine and will more than likely continue long after I and everyone I know shed this mortal suit.

Throughout the history of world, pretty much every country has had one ethnic group pissed of and oppressing an alleged “inferior” or “sub-standard” ethnic group. In the United States alone, Native Americans and African-Americans were oppressed for hundreds years. Nazi Germany eliminated over 60% of the Jews in Europe during World War II. Armed militias in Sudan are using rape as a weapon to terrorize women, their families, and their communities. Bosnian Serbs massacred native Bosniaks by the tens of thousands in the early to mid-90s.

White Afrikaans and black Africans in South Africa.

The massacre, rape, and enslavement of native folks in Sierra Leone, Cote d’Ivore, and the Democratic Republic of the Congo for diamonds.

The world is full of conflict and war and all kinds of atrocities based solely on the color of someone’s skin or their religious beliefs. Folks open their doors in some areas and are greeted by buckets of acid thrown on them. Human beings as a whole can be some of the most terrible creatures on the planet Earth, capable of terrible and downright evil things. The recorded history of the world is populated with iniquitous peoples of all ethnicities, shapes and sizes and I think that shit just flat out sucks.

Want to makes friends with your neighbors or meet new people upon arriving at an institution of higher learning? Walk up to a complete stranger reading a book you like and strike a conversation. Order some pizzas, open your garage doors, post up some signs and put on a P-Funk record and just crank up the jams and invite everyone you see to come over and hang out. Don’t like P-Funk? Fine, put on a Ramones record or maybe The Ruts or MxPx or whatever you put on to make yourself happy and spread the goodwill.

If you’re in a coffee shop or a bar or a gas station, buy someone a cup of coffee or a beer or a soda and strike up a conversation and just be nice to someone. I don’t know if everyone gets it but, it’s not cool to hate and be an asshole. If you’re angry, channel your anger into something positive or constructive so you don’t turn into this jaded, cynical fucktard bent on just making people’s lives miserable.

Natural disaster strikes? Folks seeking donations for hungry folks in El Salvador? Donate time, or money if you can. When you see an Iraq War veteran, or any veteran for that matter, say “Thank you sir/ma’am for all that you’ve done.” Help folks that could really use it. Give the bum at the street corner $5 so he can put a warm meal in his belly on a cold day.

The world would be made a great and amazing place if everyone just said “You know what? We’ve been fighting over some really stupid shit for a looooong time and I say we put on some Earth Wind and Fire and fucking party like we’ve been best pals.”

While were all just mortal human beings on this planet, were also cogs and gears in the overall grand machine. The way to foster the best feelings of peace and goodwill and love for your fellow man is to find a language that we all speak. The Ramones, MxPx, Minor Threat, and 311 did it for me. I can imagine that someone out there that is from the other side of the world or looks totally different than you or I do enjoy the same music that you do.

Support your fellow man. I promise it’s worth it. Really listen to some punk rock and focus on the positive.

Stay cool folks.

#16 Dear Clear Channel Radio…

Currently listening to the new Matisyahu album “Light.”

This may or may not have anything to do with music and, relax followers of Clear Channel Radio and it’s affiliates, it’s just me ranting, nothing more nothing less. Be that as it may…

Dear Clear Channel Radio,

First of all, thanks for playing such a diverse galaxy of music. From the United States to France to parts of New Zealand, you guys bring music to the multitudes. In fact, folks tune into your radio stations for more than just music. Why, without Clear Channel Radio, we would not be able to hear the Sean Hannity tear American politics a new asshole or hear Coast to Coast AM’s theories on aliens and the paranormal. You guys cater to all genres of music and viewpoints imaginable and allow listeners to call in to express their own views or request a song for their lubby dubby boyfriend/girlfriend/significant other at 9:30 or a Thursday night. You run contests, have sponsored numerous concerts (which spawned into Live Nation) and have enriched the lives of thousands of people through your promotions and philanthropic events. There’s just something that rubs me the wrong way about how you guys operate.

Clear Channel Radio, you’re  fucking insane and, at least in my humble opinion in the rock vein, you’ve been known to play shitty music.

Through your voice high on the top of the radio broadcasting mountain, you have silenced the voices of so many little folks that it has made you look like the pussified bully who beats kids up for their lunch money. At one point, you silenced the voices of established rock acts like Rage Against the Machine (their entire fucking discography at one point!) and Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers (Free Fallin’? That’s one of the greatest rock tunes ever written!) yet have allowed bands that criticize the American government and the American way of life (Green Day? American Idiot? What the hell?!?) to rule the airways. Granted, the silenced tunes were muted at a time when our nation was mourning. But still… Perhaps people vent their frustrations by listening to Rage Against the Machine while they beat the shit out of a punching bag instead of hitting the bottle or taking out on someone else.  I mean, what the hell guys? Will you ever make up your multi-billion dollar, socially conservative, corporate incestuous minds?

You have silenced the viewpoints of the American student, protester, and anti-war advocate. You refused to put up a billboard from a group that just wanted to protest the war in Iraq. Your contract with Project Billboard only allowed the “rejection of ads that are illegal or contrary to public morals;” Believe it or not, and this may come as a bit of a shock to you, there are people out there who disagree with the war in the Middle East and that vote for members of the Democratic party. Do I agree with their views or political standings? I don’t have to. I agree with the right for freedom of speech and every-fucking-thing about it.

Lastly, you have been known to (at times) play shitty music. I can’t really argue much with this one as different people are entitled to different things and what makes me happy may not make the person living across the street from me or someone in western Indiana happy. You play some good tunes and you play some shitty ones, just like every radio station on the planet. That’s just my views on that.

You’ve done some good and you’ve done some bad. That’s okay, you guys are only human. I just wish that you do more good things and remember to keep the voice of the little man in mind. After all, you were once not so big and bad yourself…

So, I don’t have anything against radio at all. Radio has brought music and important news to every perceiveable corner of the globe and with the internet being what it is, the sky is literally the limit. This is just my rant on something bigger than myself keeping the voices of individuals silent. If you want to express yourself, I encourage you to go ahead and do so with passion and conviction. It’s not something you see too often these days.

Stay cool folks.

# 15 The Berklee Experience (Ffffiiiiinnnallllllyyyy…)

Currently listening to “Draped Up (H-Town Remix).”

Berklee is… Is… Shit, I can’t even put it into words

The school is absolutely amazing. It’s tucked right into the Back Bay area of Boston and is surrounded by all kinds of great restaurants, the best dive bar in the country (literally), and all kinds of really amazing places to just sit back and watch people go about their lives.  It doesn’t really look like your conventional college campus but, walking into the buildings at 136 and 150 Mass. Ave. and it looks like every other music department at any university in the country…

But that’s where it ends.

The percussions studios (yes, that’s plural) are, quite literally, in the basement (insert drummers being cave dwellers joke here). The computer lab and listening libraries are absolutely stunning and state of the art (in fact, every incoming student at Berklee is REQUIRED to buy an Apple MacBook.) Even the damn recitals halls (again, yes plural) are acoustically beautiful. The faculty is top notch, the facilities are incredible, and the people just really kick ass altogether.

FYI, I got my ass KICKED for a week straight.

I’ve been playing guitar for 14 years and have been studying the mechanics of how music functions for pretty much my entire adult life. I have well over 60 college level music theory credit hours under my belt (with nothing below a B+ thank you) and I was just getting worked. I couldn’t get my hands to do what my brain was telling them. There were kids 7-10 years younger than me that were playing shit I can’t do. But, I could out theory any given person at the workshop (except Jon Finn, Guy van Duser, and Dave Martone. Those guys are fucking AWESOME.) I completed the workshop and came home with a new found goal and a new level of professionalism (at least that’s what I’m working on) that I could really get used to. Everyone was just top notch and I had the absolute best time of my life while I was there. I seriously couldn’t have asked for anything more…

… Except a full-paid scholarship. That would have kicked ass.

I walked away with Jon Finn’s book “Advanced Improvisation for Modern Rock Guitar” which, at least in my humble opinion, is one of the smartest, most informative instructional books out there for any rock guitar player. Seriously, pick up a copy and play along with the accompanying CD tracks…

I took some pictures so, I’ll put those up in a completely seperate album on my Photobucket and post a link here later.

Until next time, be cool folks…

#14 Catch You At The Crossroads…

Currently listening to “The Best Is Yet To Come Undone” by Lit.

Sorry this one is so short. I just can’t put this any other way…

The music world lost a true pioneer in the art and craft resulting in a now multi-billion dollar industry. Les Paul had his final downbeat at 94 years old.

This is the man that everyone from Chuck Berry and Buddy Holly to Al DiMeola and Eddie Van Halen owes their career to. Les Paul invented the solid body electric guitar that has since spawned all the greats and truly changed the way we all play and even how we record. His invention of the solid body electric guitar and multi-track recording completely changed the way that music was played, performed, and recorded to be enjoyed by so many across the world. Anyone who records, enjoys, and performs any kind of music owes much thanks and appreciation to the truest innovator of all things we come to know as rock and roll.

Lester William Polsfuss, 1915-2009. I can’t wait to solo with you at the corssroads man.

#13 A Short Story

Currently listening to “I Know You Are But What Am I?” by Mogwai.

I decided to do something a little different this time.

Cracked calluses on his fingers are just another day on the job. The frayed blue jeans and gray t-shirt worn are exactly what he would wear in his college days. The gig he plays tonight are unlike the hundreds he’s played through the years. While the days of 18-month tours and countless hours spent perfecting signature licks and tweaking effect rigs are things of the past, the look is still there. When the sleep deprived, road weary body picks up the aged guitar like an old friend, the look in his eye is unchanging. Like that first show all those years ago, the way his eyes light up on stage have remain unchanged. Even the insane, well-honed rituals eventually resulting in a hopefully successful performance have been consistent for years. By the time he gets to the venue, the familiar rhythm is already going like clockwork. To him, these dark, beer-filled rooms feel like slipping into a warm bath. A quick pit stop at the beer for a pint of courage starts the beginning of just another gig.
It’s different from playing sold out stadiums and festivals. Crowds of tens of thousands has turned into 50 at the most. To his surprise, fans show up and ask him to sign a few autographs before the show. As he gets his guitar and takes his seat on the stage, his entire career flashes before his eyes. Signing that first record deal feels just the same as it did in his 20’s. First major label album released. Top 10 hit. First world tour. Several years go by. Success after success comes like waves on a shore. Second and third albums released. Another world tour. Partying only to wake up, play, and party again. Seeing family and friends becomes only an annual event. More partying. Birthdays come and go. Marries. Has a child. Another studio album. Festival tour followed by an immediate world tour. Another Top 10 hit. Stress and empty bottles start to pile up. Limits become a thing of the past.  Ten years turns into twenty. More empty bottles. Starts feeling his age. Club tour becomes the norm again. Spends more than a week at home at a time. Spends more time with his wife and child. Friends become friends again. Inner demons are silenced. Finally gets a chance to close his eyes…

…only to open when his name is announced.

It’s just another gig at the bar that gave him his start. The walls look the same, the people are the same, and the feeling has never changed. The empty beer bottles on top of the amplifier signify the show is almost over. He plays one last song before going home. His hands still shake and sweat still rolls off his forehead the same way as it did in the early years. The audience sings along and a thunderous applause erupts. The look in his eyes never changes. It’s like a kid on Christmas morning or watching a perfect sunset. He wouldn’t change this feeling, or the past, for anything in the world.

Until next time, stay cool folks…

#12 On The Cutting Edge

Currently listening to ‘The Blue Pill’ by Agenda 2012 (iTunes is on shuffle at the moment).

Real quick, as a shameless plug for myself, I got accepted to the Guitar Sessions workshop at the Berklee College of Music. Who’s going to Boston? Me, that’s who.

Anyway, this got me thinking about the advancement of music/technology. Beginning in the late ’40s and early ’50s, who would have ever thought that rock music would spawn so many genres? Even with the early 20th century composers, no one could have predicted the modern evolution of music. From minimalism and contemporary 20th century compositions to heavy metal and electronic dance music, the advancement of technology has played a key role in the evolution of music.

Humans have gone from stringed kitharas and goat skin drums to drum samplers and Pro Tools. Even in the realm of rock music, technical innovations have been mind blowing. Leo Fender made the first solid body electric guitar in 1946 and there is no way in hell he could have known that in 2007 Ibanez would add 2 more strings and insane high gain pickups.

Innovators like Eddie Van Halen (he built his Frankenstrat himself back in the 70’s) and Les Paul (in his 90’s and still kicking ass) and the giants of the G3 tour have all changed the way we listen to and view music. Hell, even Igor Stravinsky changed ballet and orchestral music (how many pieces do you know that incited a riot on the streets of Paris?) Even hip-hop has been restructured and advanced such that it’s no longer limited to turntables and vinyl records.

Want to become a electronic dance music pioneer? Hook yourself up with a drum machine, some loops, and good laptop, and a badass set of head phones and GOGOGO! If you’re having a hard time with a musical instrument, do some research and find ways to make playing it easier for you. Take Lace Helix guitars for example. Look it up and you’ll see what I mean.

On that note, stay cool folks…

#11 What in the HELL is this?!?

Currently listening to Joy Division “Twenty Four Hours.”

Guess who said this:

“A guy walks up to me and asks ‘What’s Punk?’. So I kick over a garbage can and say ‘That’s punk!’  So he kicks over the garbage can and says ‘That’s Punk?’ and I say ‘No that’s trendy!”

I’ll give you a hint: from punk rockers to rock opera writing political activists.

What the fuck Green Day? What happened to the good old days of Kerplunk and Dookie? When did it become fashionable to chant “Criticize your government!” on a “punk” record? Are you trying to change the scene? If that’s your objective, you’re doing a fucking fantastic job.

I knew that starting with the record “Warning” that Green Day was up to something. It just didn’t wound right to me. I mean, I grew up with punk rock and it was the only genre of music I listened to for quite a while but, “Warning” didn’t sound like any punk record I had ever heard at the time. I heard a pop-like sound and that’s when, in my humble opinion so take it or leave it (and if you don’t like it, stop reading now) that Green Day sold out.

That’s right, I said it. Green Day has sold out like a department store clearance sale.

I know it is the privilege (dare I say responsibility) of musicians to make their/our voices heard but, when you write an album of, in the words of Brandon Flowers “calculated anti-Americanism,” you need to take a step back and check yourself. If you don’t like the country that has allowed you the freedoms to write and record whatever music you want, don’t let the door hit you in the ass on the way out.

Sure punk rock is all about anarchy and rebellion and shit like that (look at bands like The Vandals and The Misfits) but, not making a mountain out of a molehill. Do I agree with the last political “regime?” Not fully but, I’m not going to shove my political views down someone’s (let alone millions of peoples) throats.

Let politicians play the game of politics and let GreenPeace play the role of the ecological life saver. Just please Billie Joe… It’s the only favor I ask.

Until next time, be cool folks.

#10 On Recording and A New Frontier

Currently listening to DBYE by SL9 (That’s right. Me and Will wrote that shit…)

For those of you that haven’t heard (or if I talked your ear off to any extent about it), I’m auditioning for this guitar workshop at the Berklee School of Music. It requires insane amounts of practicing and I have to send in an audition tape (which also doubles as a scholarship tape).

Now, recording is an etremely tedious process involving getting computers and shit set up, guitars and players warmed up, EQs and levels set, and making everything sound the way it should. Then comes the actual recording process and doing multiple takes of the same thing over and over to make sure it’s as close to perfect as humanly possible…

I spent almost 2 and a half hours recording a 45-second solo. I only have a minute and fifteen seconds more to go.

2.5 hours = 45 seconds… There is some math there that doesn’t quite add up but, what the hell ever. I’ve recorded stuff before and it’s been really fun but I’ll be damned if it just wasn’t long as hell (recording a clip something like 11 times just to get a percussion part right comes to mind.)

In 1776, Thomas Paine wrote in The American Crisis that “These are the times that try men’s souls.” You can tell he never set foot in a recording session. If he thought overthrowing an opressive mother nation was a pain in the ass, I’d like to see him sit down and record the same guitar track for an hour or so just to get 6 fucking notes absolutely perfect amidst a tracking solo/progression. All this going on while having the accompaniment play on and a click track in headphones.

I swear to God, it’s enough to make Mother Theresa make a fist and curse like a sailor. Don’t believe me? I dare you to give it a shot. I’ll even engineer the track for you…

On a seperate tangent, I’m hoping this works out. A chance to go to another part of the country and meet and hang out with guitar players from all over the damn place and have master classes with some of the best guitar players in the world will open my eyes in more than one way. I’m looking for some knowledge and to break my nose on what Mark Twain called “the frontier” of what I don’t fully know and/or understand.

On that note, it’s late. Stay cool people and, until next time…

#9 Austin = SxSW ZOMGWTF!!1oneone!

Currently listening to Eight Days Gone ‘Time of Year.’

Ladies and gentlemen, another South by Southwest is now in the books. As I didn’t get a chance to go, I’m still going to write about it dammit… Being a native Texan and music nerd, I feel it is my God-given right to do so.

SxSW began in 1987 and has turned into one of the largest music festivals in the United States with acts ranging from CKY and Perry Farrell to Sage Francis and The Decemberists. Literally, if you’re anyone uber important in the music business/industry or just a die hard fan of all kinds of really cool shit, you go to Austin for a few days in the month of March and was some really kick ass stuff go down. Who knows, you may run into Carrie Rodriguez or Morrissey while you enjoy some bitchin’ BarBQ at Stubb’s. But, I digress…

Austin itself has a ton of shit to take in and process but, with 12,000 registrants and 1,400 performers, your bound to find something that will absolutely make your head spin. SxSW isn’t only music: it’s also film (108 films shown, including 54 world premiers) and some insanely awesome interactive conferences attracting an additional 11,000 people from across the landscape.

Brain… Overloaded.  Must… Slow… Down…

I can’t possibly explain how outrageously amazing this whole thing is. This process, these music conferences/festivals range from the academic (Texas Music Educators Association annual convention held in February) to the outright brutal (Wacken Open Air heavy metal festival in Wacken in Schleswig-Holstein, Germany) to the technical (the NAMM Show, displaying the creme de la creme of music gear)… It’s just enough to blow the human mind into a world where there is no such thing as noise, only a carefully arranged pattern of sounds to create music of all kinds.

It’s a lot like being a kid in an auditory candy store with the possibility of rubbing elbows with your favorite musicians.

If only Bach were still around. I think he would switch from harpsichord to guitar and do some really wicked shit…

Until later my friends, stay cool…

#8 This One Gets A Little Personal

Currently listening to VNV Nation.

I try my hardest not to do shit like this but, it has once again reared it’s ugly head.

If you’ve been following this regularly, you’ll notice that I equate music with emotions/feelings and life experiences. I’ve also made the mistake of equating music with certain people in my life and haven’t been able to listen to certain songs for a long time. I’ve got to stop doing this otherwise, I’m not going to have much of a music library left in a few years. But, alas…

I just got back from a weekend in Austin (during SxSW which I did not directly attend.) I spent time walking through downtown and absorbing all the sights and sounds with, quite possibly, the most genuine person I’ve met in my entire life. We talked about music and shared stories back and forth and laughed the entire time. And then it hit me…

I don’t belong here in the 409 anymore. Hell, I never really felt like I belonged here in the first place. I was always somewhat of an outcast in all through elementary, middle, and high school. In college, I’ve just become a bit of the background but, nothing insanely important. I’ve been feeling like I don’t belong here for quite some time now and everytime I go outside the area for something, I find it more difficult to come back. This place will always be home and it’s where my family is but, I want to say I hate it with a fiery passion. There is nothing for me here anymore. This is the place where things go to die…

I know this one kind of strayed from the direct ‘music blog’ idea but, the way I feel about my environment directly affects what I listen to (which I’m sure it does for you guys too).

I know what I want out of life and I know how to do it. All I need is an opportunity and some good luck.

Stay cool everyone…