weird, lame entry #3
I’m always confused when people are impressed by people who play in bands.
“Wow! You play in a band?”
It really isn’t hard. There are way too many bands. Just look at Myspace. And most of the music out there sucks. Why should playing in a band make you cooler? An interesting mystery.
Undeniably, there’s plenty of people in bands who think quite highly of themselves because of it. Bands who seemingly spend more time shopping for cool stage-wear than practicing or writing songs. Bands that exist to inflate the members egos. Walk around with an arrogant air about them. Take the stage and play whatever boring rubbish. Then talk about themselves like they’re god’s gift to music. And somehow, the public can eat it right up.
I guess I tend to respect creative people more, but I prefer when it’s done by geeks like me. That’s why I’ll always have a soft spot for bands like thee Fine Lines, Harold Ray, or the Clarendon Hills (and the list goes on). Friendly people who want to make music and have fun, not to facilitate some distorted image of themselves.
Friday night at the Ivy Room was a prime example. The inconsiderate opening band delayed the show by over an hour (making us play super-late on a three-band-bill), even after all their gear was set up, to wait for more people come and watch them. I have no idea why they thought the crowd was getting any bigger (it didn’t). Oh yeah, they sucked, too. Then, the Glossines, with their awkward dance routines and tea-kettle screams played a humble-yet-awesome set of punky pop.
Of course, the Glossines looked like they spent a lot of time in Salvation Army working on their outfits, while “the other band” didn’t seem to give much of a shit about their appearance. Just goes to show, all generalizations are bullshit, except this one.
“Wow! You play in a band?”
It really isn’t hard. There are way too many bands. Just look at Myspace. And most of the music out there sucks. Why should playing in a band make you cooler? An interesting mystery.
Undeniably, there’s plenty of people in bands who think quite highly of themselves because of it. Bands who seemingly spend more time shopping for cool stage-wear than practicing or writing songs. Bands that exist to inflate the members egos. Walk around with an arrogant air about them. Take the stage and play whatever boring rubbish. Then talk about themselves like they’re god’s gift to music. And somehow, the public can eat it right up.
I guess I tend to respect creative people more, but I prefer when it’s done by geeks like me. That’s why I’ll always have a soft spot for bands like thee Fine Lines, Harold Ray, or the Clarendon Hills (and the list goes on). Friendly people who want to make music and have fun, not to facilitate some distorted image of themselves.
Friday night at the Ivy Room was a prime example. The inconsiderate opening band delayed the show by over an hour (making us play super-late on a three-band-bill), even after all their gear was set up, to wait for more people come and watch them. I have no idea why they thought the crowd was getting any bigger (it didn’t). Oh yeah, they sucked, too. Then, the Glossines, with their awkward dance routines and tea-kettle screams played a humble-yet-awesome set of punky pop.
Of course, the Glossines looked like they spent a lot of time in Salvation Army working on their outfits, while “the other band” didn’t seem to give much of a shit about their appearance. Just goes to show, all generalizations are bullshit, except this one.