Friday, August 1, 2014

Why Bands Should Not Do Covers



            So, I’m currently in an argument with my band about some of the music we play. There are no qualms with the music that we’ve (or I’ve) written myself, but there is a difference of opinion on the topic of covers. I’m against them and they’re for them. Will it cause me to leave or cause them to kick me out? Probably not, but that’s not the point of this rant. My point is this: If bands and artists don’t bring originality, music will fizzle out and, ultimately, die. Extreme? Maybe; but it’s my view and here’s why.
            First let me ask you this, musicians. What feels better, when someone comes up to you after a show and says, “Man, I really liked how you played (enter famous artist/band here)’s song” or when they pick out something you wrote yourself and told you how much they enjoyed it? If you say the cover, then great, go be a cover/tribute band and have a blast doing it. I have nothing against you, other than your lack of originality. Now, if you’re like a majority of true artists, then you’re going to find more satisfaction in a compliment about something you wrote from scratch and put so much time, effort and, sometimes, pain into.
            I realized something this morning as I gave my last argument in this debate with my current band, though. What I realized was, the only bands I played any covers with were out here in California. With every band I was in while living in Colorado, everything we did was original unless it was in one of my Christian bands and we took a worship song or two and put a new spin on it, just to fill more time. You know which songs got the most praise? It wasn’t the covers, I’ll tell you that. In fact, I noticed that the best reactions from people were after we played one of our own songs.
            Shortly after I moved back home to SoCal, I read an article about how the music scene in Orange County is dying and if the opinion of my current band about covers tells me anything, I think I’ve figured out why. There’s no more originality left in the world. Yes, I know there’s nothing new under the sun; King Solomon wrote that back thousands of years ago. I understand that every chord progression, scale and song topic has been used. That’s not where originality comes from. What is original is the voice behind the chords, riffs, scales and lyrics. No, not necessarily vocally, because there are plenty of singers out there that can have their voice traced back to a specific influence. To that all I say is, don’t try to sound like someone else, just use your natural voice, but I digress.
The voice I’m talking about is this: Everybody has their own experiences in the world and their own point of view. There could be fifty songs on the same topic, but I guarantee you will find something different in each one because out of those fifty songs, all fifty of those artists have a different spin, view or experience with that topic. Their vocabulary will be different as well, since we’re not all the same no matter how cookie-cutter the world tries to make us.
People want to hear something different. If your band gains popularity because of a cover you’ve done, then they’re only hurting themselves. Point in case: Alien Ant Farm. People pretty much only know them for their cover of Smooth Criminal by Michael Jackson. This is unfortunate because they’re all very talented musicians. If their first single hadn’t been a cover, I think they would have been respected more as a band because their original music.
The bands that should be doing covers are cover/tribute bands that play at bars and clubs and younger musicians who are still learning how to play their instruments and are learning how to write their own music. When people hear young musicians play other artists’ songs, they’re praised for learning how to play someone else’s song so soon in their experience as a musician. Tribute/cover bands are praised by fans of the band they’re covering/paying tribute to. Tribute bands I have more respect for because they at least dedicate themselves to playing one band/artist’s music. Cover bands on the other hand I have less respect for because all they are are crowd pleasers at bars and clubs and all drunk people want to hear are songs they know. Those aren’t the people I care to reach with my music. The people I want to reach with my music are people who actually like music and want to hear something they’ve never heard before. I don’t even care if they can hear where my influences come from because, everybody will have influences they pull from; that doesn’t take away from originality. Everybody has to start somewhere before they become the artist that influences the next crop of musicians.
My argument against covers isn’t so much against covers as it is an argument for originality. If there is more originality, I guarantee music will be more alive. Show people something new; don’t be a carbon copy.

Sunday, March 3, 2013

Questions

(V1)
I'm so broken it feels like
I am beyond repair
Can you fix me from this state
Or am I beyond repair?
I've let myself love too much
Can you hear me out there?
It's a self-destruct that you caused
And you don't even care

(CH)
How do I
Live with the choices
That you've made?
Tell me now
Who is the one that
Should take the blame?
'Cause it's not fair
You get to move on
With somebody else
I'm left here
With no one to hold
But myself

(V1)
Why have I let
You control me again?
It's like a sickness that I can't control
Please tell me, what is the cure?
So many questions i don't want to ask
'Cause you won't answer
Cut off that finger that once held a ring
'Cause I've got another one for you

Saturday, February 16, 2013

Proved Me Wrong

When I didn't think I could love again
You proved me wrong
When I didn't think there was any pain left
You proved me wrong
When I didn't think I could smile again
You proved me wrong
When I doubted there were any tears left
You proved me wrong

Because sometimes

Love is pain
And you can't tell them apart
Love is pain
And you can't tear them apart
Love is pain
When two halves are apart

When I didn't think I could hurt more
You proved me wrong
When I didn't think I could feel more lost
You proved me wrong
When I didn't think I could long for more
You proved me wrong
When I didn't think I'd want the pain
You proved me wrong

Thursday, February 7, 2013

Disguise

I see you there
But don't know what to say
So close for words
But your touch is so far away

Do you know what's in my heart?
Are you scared or just waiting?
I wish I could share my love
But for now I'll be waiting

I see your face
The angel I've always known
And one day
I know my cover will be blown

Do you know what's in my heart?
Are you scared or just waiting?
I wish I could share my love
But for now I'll be waiting

I'm a lover disguised as a friend
A future disguised as your past
A beginning disguised as an end
And a promise hidden beneath it all

Wednesday, February 6, 2013

Cold

I've become so cold
I've lost the passion
Joy has left me
Life has abandoned

I am broken
Am I beyond repair?
There's no good in me
I'm lost in despair

Fix me please
I need that fire
I'm stuck in this
Life of a liar

I know it's in my head
But a connection is broken
It won't reach my heart
Is my soul eternity frozen?

I am broken
Am I beyond repair?
There is no good in me
I'm lost in despair

Wednesday, January 23, 2013

Father

Father

(V1)
Safe and sound
I feel it in my bones
Love and strength
Deep in my soul
To hear you're proud
Means more to me
Than anything
This would can offer me

(CH)
Great is your love for me
I can see you everywhere
I know you're looking down on me
Oh, great is your love for me

(V2)
I feel your love
Even though you're gone
I hear your voice
Whispering to me
To make a choice
Instead of lingering
Take a chance
Don't let life pass you by

(V3)
A father's love
None else can compare
It's strength and hope
Can pull you from despair

Sunday, January 13, 2013

Me



Me

            It’s always said that when telling a story, the start is the hardest part. That’s no lie. You see, I’ve been staring at a blank page on my computer screen all morning, not knowing how to start. I’d also been staring at it blankly because, well, I didn’t know what I wanted to write about. I’m still not sure I do, but I decided to just start typing and see what happens. Maybe if I talk about where I’m at in life right now it’ll spark something.
            Let’s see; I’m 30 years old, divorced, moved back in with my mother and I seem to have lost all motivation to write anymore. I’m depressed. There, I said it. I’m depressed. I hide it well, no one can tell unless they pay close enough attention and if anyone does notice, they don’t say a thing about it. So, I keep my mouth shut, and they keep their mouths shut. I don’t say anything because I don’t want to come off as complaining about my life. I know others have had it harder than I have, but the problem with thinking like that is that it doesn’t make what I personally deal with any easier.
            I know others have lost spouses due to death, but most of them never doubted the love their husband/wife had for them. Me, my wife wanted out because she couldn’t keep herself true to me. And she had the gall to say she couldn’t trust me? Why, because I tried getting out of a relationship that was unhealthy for both of us before it became a marriage? What a hypocrite! Selfish bitch had to control everything, right down to how the relationship would end!
            I have no outlet for my anger and depression because I know that if I say something and the wrong person saw it, it would get back to her and I’d be made out to be the bad guy again. You see, she had this way of playing the victim to gain pity. Hell, it was probably for attention. I really doubt she realized she was doing it, but she was so damn good with her words that she could convince a priest he was going to Hell. Not that she did that, but that’s just how good she was.
            And here I am, thinking about the last person on earth I want on my mind at all. Why? Because I still love her? Hell no! I can’t get her out of my head because she got her way once again. Yeah, ultimately I wanted out too, but like everything, it had to be on her terms.
            I just want to yell and scream at her about how she ruined the past two and half years of my life, and how it’s continuing without her even in the picture. I want to yell at her for ruining the last couple weeks of time I had left with my dad. How her bullshit has kept me from being able to mourn losing him. How it’s her fault I now have to rebuild love and trust with some of my family members. How I wish I’d never met her. I also want to yell at her because of how guilty those thoughts make me feel and that I hate that I feel guilty because I know I’m not wrong. The only thing I did wrong was let myself fall for her.
            At one time I had texted a friend with a line for a song I wanted to write. It said, “My quest was for the damsel, but I fell for the dragon.” That was more true to my life than I think I even realized at the time. I’d told my mom that my ex-wife had a serpent’s tongue. Fitting with that lyric I’d written. I’d originally written it about sin, but it was really about the woman I was in a relationship with. I wish I could go back in time and stop myself from getting to know her. If there was one request I could make to God, it would be that. Because, I know if I could have stopped myself from making that mistake, many things would be different right now.