Pollyanna
Platinum Member
From the country music thread:
How true. One of the first things that roped me into this site was being able to talk about King Crimson and people had not only heard of them but had a strong knowledge of their music. Such a classic example of a musos' band. I've never been to one of their gigs but I imagine it would be full of nerdy male musicians. They never toured Oz unfortunately ... I like nerds so I might have enjoyed more than just a musical smorgasbord
That's a big part of it IMO - a lot of people aren't male and they aren't musos. They are delighted by things most experienced players were doing as noobs and have "progressed beyond". Fair enough too IMO, given that music wasn't always "on stage" and there was less a sense of "audience" than people with other roles in a general pow-wow.
Music was originally functional rather than just art - rhythms for communication, songs to pass down history, invoking spirits, psyching people up to war, group bonding. Now we have music for dancing, as background, to set the scene for sex, to relax, to stimulate.
Still, it's inhibiting at times. Most of the best paid gigs out there are for covers, with originals bands being poor cousins. Yet objectively, the cover songs are *usually* better written with more visceral appeal than the originals.
Many of us are like wine connoisseurs, unable to appreciate the Chateau de Cardborde that may be much loved by the guy with Donald Duck tie or a woman resplendent in the synthetic print blouse the colour of post-pizza vomit. The food critic will find intolerable what the starving consider sheer heaven.
You don't demand Perrier bottled water if you're lost in the desert and you don't need modal shifts at 7/8 after spending a week at the beck and call of an obsessive corporate sociopath.
Ain't insomnia wonderful?
It is refreshing to discuss country. Metal and jazz are the two most popular genres to discuss here, but they aren't nearly as popular as country among the masses. Yet, hardly anyone ever discusses country much on this board. It's like our tastes and the audience's tastes are completely reversed. We want to play most what they don't care to listen to, and they want us to play most we we don't care to play. Go figure.
If we all played for the masses, this wouldn't be Drummer World, it would be Drum-Programing-World.
I think part of being a musicians is an appreciation for what many others do not appreciate.
But I suppose that's a different thread altogether.
How true. One of the first things that roped me into this site was being able to talk about King Crimson and people had not only heard of them but had a strong knowledge of their music. Such a classic example of a musos' band. I've never been to one of their gigs but I imagine it would be full of nerdy male musicians. They never toured Oz unfortunately ... I like nerds so I might have enjoyed more than just a musical smorgasbord
That's a big part of it IMO - a lot of people aren't male and they aren't musos. They are delighted by things most experienced players were doing as noobs and have "progressed beyond". Fair enough too IMO, given that music wasn't always "on stage" and there was less a sense of "audience" than people with other roles in a general pow-wow.
Music was originally functional rather than just art - rhythms for communication, songs to pass down history, invoking spirits, psyching people up to war, group bonding. Now we have music for dancing, as background, to set the scene for sex, to relax, to stimulate.
Still, it's inhibiting at times. Most of the best paid gigs out there are for covers, with originals bands being poor cousins. Yet objectively, the cover songs are *usually* better written with more visceral appeal than the originals.
Many of us are like wine connoisseurs, unable to appreciate the Chateau de Cardborde that may be much loved by the guy with Donald Duck tie or a woman resplendent in the synthetic print blouse the colour of post-pizza vomit. The food critic will find intolerable what the starving consider sheer heaven.
You don't demand Perrier bottled water if you're lost in the desert and you don't need modal shifts at 7/8 after spending a week at the beck and call of an obsessive corporate sociopath.
Ain't insomnia wonderful?