Bringing Classic Rock to Millenials

It has become the sad reality that classic rock is reserved to the small sub-groups of zealous fathers at tailgates and epic movie montages. This occurrence is not only unfair to the legions of talented musicians that are being forgotten, but also to the millions of people in the world missing out on critical stepping stones in the development of music as we know it. Although how we somehow went from Led Zeppelin to Calvin Harris in the Top 40 escapes me.

I am fortunate enough to say that my dad exposed me to Steely Dan, Boston, Black Sabbath, and tons of other classics as a kid on a regular basis. I became a musician, attended a music school for several years, and started a handful of bands over the years, which also helped drill a ton of musical knowledge into my brain. I’ve heard pretty much every Zeppelin, Floyd, Bowie, and Hendrix song a hundred times, and the music I listen to daily includes Heart, the Allman Brothers, Frank Zappa, Rush, and Yes. I recognize that this is a little unusual and I find this to be a major issue for today’s youth. People are losing the ability to mentally process anything other than computerized, electronic sounds and are missing out on a ton of rad guitar solos, earth-shattering vocals, and real musical innovation that changed the face of music completely.

To claim to be “into music” and not be able to name a Beach Boys song is not okay. Though this music is from decades ago, it continues to be every bit as revolutionary now as it was when it was created. We have to remember that these classic rock pioneers completely redefined music and influenced more social and cultural movements than we can imagine. When you listen to The Ocean by Led Zeppelin, you immediately recognize their influence in pretty much every modern rock band. The Beach Boys were clearly the influence for the current beach rock movement, Hendrix ‘s raucous style inspired Jack White and John Mayer, and Pink Floyd was the beginning of psychedelic rock, a genre now championed by Tame Impala. There are countless ways in which rock legends continue to influence modern music, and there are also countless ways in which their contributions are overlooked, leading to the mass production of utter shit music (sorry, Pitbull & co.).

Maybe if everyone just went out, bought themselves a copy of Dark Side of the Moon, locked themselves in their rooms, and listened to it on repeat until they understood the true meaning of music we would live in a world without synthetic, soul-less, over-produced, falsified pop music that puts a completely altered idea of music in the brains of the masses. So many people have grown up knowing only this, and it is my hope that some far-out guardian angel comes into their lives and introduces them to Janis Joplin and The Doors and allows them to see the light. Peace, love, and rock ‘n’ roll.

The Singing Ringing Tree

There is a tree in a little town in Lancashire, England, but unlike the trees outside my window, this tree does not shed its leaves or sway with the breeze. This tree is made out of galvanized steel pipes that hum when wind flows through them. It is my new favorite piece of sculpture/experimental music and I constantly find myself captivated by its haunting sounds in videos like this:

What an absolutely incredible silhouette, and an amazing way to see the sun rise. As part of a project to rejuvenate the landscape of the area, artists Mike Tonkin and Anna Liu completed the Singing Ringing Tree in 2006, adding to a series of sculptures built along the countryside.

What I love about this sculpture is how it harnesses the natural energy of wind and translates it into sound. So many of the forces and phenomena of our world can be expressed creatively through sound, and in many cases these types of translations provide us with a new way to understand and experience the world. For instance, here is a talk by artist Robert Alexander in which he uses sound to represent data collected from space:

#socool

What he touches on that I find fascinating is how digital data sets translated into frequencies often sound like organically produced sound. How cool is it that all of the music that we listen to when we’re walking to and from class, when we’re trying to cram for an exam, or when we’re busting moves at a party, is a string of code that is translated into sound? I think that everything in the world can probably be sonified, and I think this would be such a cool way to experience the world. Who needs commodification….why should we monetarily quantify things when we can sonitize them?

 

The Mixtape

As a sort of conditioning or pep-talk to myself, I’ve decided that my sophomore year of college at UofM will be a year of self-love, a year of self-acceptance, self-exploration, self-embracement, and being unapologetically “me” and all the things that coalesce into a hazardous, but lovely, marbled sector of “shared space” on the “Me” Venn Diagram. In an act of naive but confident resolution, I’ve decided I know who I am now and I am not willing to compromise that for any one person or any amount of necessity to capitulate who I am to the Sheeple Effect here at Michigan. If we’re coming down to brass tax, what I mean is I’m a boss-ass bitch. I’m a cool lady and I’m gonna “do me” this year. Sorry, mom.

Here are a few songs by female artists that are also bad ass bitches. These ladies belt and play their hearts out unapologetically in the face of a male-dominated industry that wants to shrink them into sexy, solo acts in lieu of Pop Top 20. These fierce musicians play on in their own unique styles that range from freak-folk to spoken word and kick ass the whole way there.

Concert Culture

Name: Jeannie Marie

Codename: “Blondie”

Mission: Your mission is to infiltrate the crowd gathered at the Fillmore, Detroit on 4/7/2015. You must get as close to the stage as possible. You must not fail.

Mission Results: FAILED

So, last night I got to see one of my favorite bands, Walk The Moon, live in concert. Not gonna lie, it was kind of a dream come true for me – I haven’t been to a concert in a really long time, and I haven’t really been to any while I’ve been in Michigan (Houston native, in case you’ve forgotten). So when I found out that someone from [arts]seen was driving to Detroit for the Walk The Moon concert, I knew I had to go.

Now, since she’s reviewing the concert on [arts]seen, I won’t do that here, but on my way to the concert and even during the concert, I started to think about live concerts and how they’ve shaped music history.

I’m sure everyone who reads these articles knows about the famous ones, Woodstock and the like, and the current resurgence of the music festival has it’s roots way back into the 60s. Concerts have been a staple in music practically as far back as music has been around. I mean how else would you get to listen to Beethoven in the 1800s if you didn’t go see him live? But rock concerts specifically have a really interesting place in music history.

I say this because rock concerts have a specific connotation to them. It was a lot harder back in the 60s and 70s to spread music; it was a slower process using the radio rather than the internet in order to garner popularity. In the same way, concerts were a lot different back then. You couldn’t just go to YouTube and look up your favorite band singing a Queen cover live. Thus, if you went to a show, you had bragging rights. I got to see the Rolling Stones live. Suck on that.

And I’d argue that it’s much the same today, perhaps even more so. Concerts lend an aura of authenticity to someone claiming that they like a band. They show dedication and love for a band; you aren’t a lukewarm fan that just listens to them on the radio, you actually go see them live. This might also come from the fact that concerts typically cost between $50-$100, and that’s for a cheap ticket, gas, parking, and a t-shirt. Your expenses can reach even higher if it’s a high-ticket act like Beyonce.

But even so, when I got to the venue in Detroit, and made my way towards the massive crowd of people, I realized something else. I in no way could make it anywhere near the front of the stage. And I was kind of annoyed.

Why did I even come? I spent (well, my dad spent, thanks daddy) $30 + fees to see the back of some tall dudes head for the duration of the concert? If I was in Houston, I probably would have done some slipping around, gave a couple of “excuse me”s, and pushed my way to at least the middle of the crowd, perhaps even in the front half of the crowd. But I’m unfamiliar with the concert culture in Detroit, and seeing how this was my first concert I really didn’t want to do anything stupid. So I stuck it out in the back.

But then, as time went on, the songs just got louder and louder, the people around me jumped higher and higher, and I jumped with them. I remember looking around me and seeing a guy completely drenched in sweat, grin plastered on his face, never faltering. People around me were dancing and screaming and clapping, and even though I could only see the singers face every other second when I jumped, I could hear him singing, I could hear the guitarist playing, and I would give anything to relive the memories I have.

So was I in the front? No. But did I have an amazing time? Of course. And to me, that’s where the true richness of going to a concert lies. It’s not whether you get the t-shirt or if you put on face paint (though I wish I had some, it was kind of epic looking). It’s about how you feel in the moment. And even if you’re not that big of a fan or you didn’t know every word to all the songs, you’re still welcome. Because a concert welcomes everyone. You don’t know anyone around you besides maybe your friends, and that’s okay. Because that means you’re all equal. For better or worse, you’re all in this hot, sweaty, probably dehydrated crowd together.

Concerts aren’t about authenticity. They’re about togetherness.

Random side note: This piece of writing doesn’t encompass even half of how I feel about concerts, so expect a part 2 sometime not soon. Concerts are crazy man. But I love them so much.

The Mixtape

First and foremost, Hello! I am a new blogger here at arts, ink and I am thrilled to have an outlet to share my love of music, film, and art through. My name is Cait and I’m ready to get into it and get some feedback from you all.

Music is my safety–a realm I always feel secure and welcome in. It is what one might call “my jam” (pun intended.) As such, I can’t think of a better first post to introduce myself through than a hopefully recurring segment called “The Mixtape” in which I share a few of my favorite songs at the time. These could be new underground EPs or some throwbacks to 70’s rock that your dad can attest to the coolness of. Without further ado, here is this week’s grocery list for your ears:

  1. Electric Love by BØRNS
  2. Let My Baby Stay by Mac Demarco
  3. Midnight by Kodaline
  4. Talking Backwards by Real Estate
  5. Agoraphobia by Deerhunter

This is a decidedly mellow (save #1) playlist. These are the kinds of songs I would let simmer in the background while I make my bed with my window open. It’s that kind of feel-good-Sunday-morning shit. These songs give me that waking-up-naturally feeling when the sun sifts like sand through the blinds in your bedroom at home while the house is quiet and the day is yours.

Light an incense, change your underwear from last night’s escapades, pop an aspirin, you don’t have to brush your hair, but sit back and let these songs melt over you.

 

Cait

Wait, Shouldn’t I Hate This…

It’s Friday and classes are over for the week. In hopes of unwinding, I turn on Pandora to inhale a little of today’s latest jams. Pandora is put on because I can’t think of what I specifically want to here, there’s no rhyme or reason to my choices, just something to spark my interest and get me dancing and bobbing my head. On comes Usher – I Don’t Mind. Now, if you didn’t know, this song follows the mindset of the R&B singer as he serenades to possible strippers, communicating how he doesn’t mind of their profession. Admirable in a sense, but the delivery with lines that target that the women are bad examples to society, that his only acceptance of them is that they will be his at home, and his only real connection to these women being their physical features, makes the message questionable and alarming. But…for some reason… I couldn’t resist dancing and bobbing my head!

Why is this? I find this happens a lot, whether it be with questionable songs with great beats, or films and television shows littered with misogynistic characters but great story lines. There’s something that makes these works of art that we should hate, in regards to content, popular and likable. The Usher song is a great example of using an awesome beat and sweet, serenading voice, in hopes of disguising such a questionable message. Are all of the popular content that carry these sour lessons on being a human being, disguised really well with other fancy aspects in order to distract viewers and listeners from the reality of what is going on and being said?

I think it is important to note that, with complex creations like films or music, not everything is black and white. There has to be some things we hate, some things we love, and some things we’re kind of unsure of, in the story line so that a complexity is there for audiences to evaluate and critique. It is questionable, however, if these complexities are put into these creations intentionally or naturally? Are these beliefs, words, messages, true to the creator’s reality and the audience they want to capture, or was it intentionally made in hopes of arousing some controversy on possible issues?

Unfortunately, I don’t have the answer to a lot of these questions, and if I could interview Usher right now I would. A lot of toxic messages are out in entertainment media, and it is important to be mindful of whether its consumption is changing our ideals on what is right or wrong. However, I do know the struggle. It’s incredibly confusing when you hear a song and don’t support what’s being said, but continue to dance wildly along because it’s just too damn catchy to avoid enjoying yourself over.