- Broke boundaries or pushed the limit;
- Blow me away with artwork so profound I could stare at it for hours OR
- Simply remind me of a wonderful time of life. A cover that, even when I see the photo today, brings back a flood of memories of great songs, teenage naivety and a time before the Internet where we connected through music and still believed all you need is love. Here are my top choices:
Warren Piece
Sunday, January 29, 2012
The Lost Art of Album Covers
Wednesday, December 7, 2011
The Music Snob
Urbandictionary.com defines a music snob as: “A person who believes s/he has a more refined taste in music and has much more knowledge in the field of music in general. Every song and genre is unacceptable unless the snob happens to like it, then it is absolute perfection. Music snobs feel obligated to enlighten everyone with unwelcome critiques and irrelevant musical trivia.”
Music snobs are the most irritating type of snob I know. At least wine snobs have some foundation for their arrogance, there are years of research, cultivation, pricey bottles and snobbery behind the science.
But music, com'on- It’s not a commodity, it’s not something to purchase or consume, it’s something you experience, you listen to music for the sheer pleasure of it.
My philosophical side says that music doesn’t have to be a song on the radio, it’s a rhythm that attracts you and can calm you down, pump you up, turn you on, or just make you smile. It could be rain on the roof or a train in the distance, as long as you enjoy it. So how can someone tell me that what makes gives me pleasure isn’t as good as what they are listening to?
A colleague of mine is a typical music snob. I once mentioned my daughter was going to a Jonas Brothers concert. “OH MY GAWD …” she exclaimed, “I would never allow the Jonas Brothers in my house. My daughter likes the classics, Led Zeppelin, the Who, of course the Rolling Stones.”
Seriously? Isn’t that some form of child abuse? Not allowing your children to listen to something they like? Is my daughter any less of a person because she likes a boy band? People that want to shove their music interests down my throat and, worse yet, their own children’s throat – should be locked in a room full of hockey moms. I mean, watching the Jonas Bros on the Family Channel today is no different than watching the Monkees when I was a kid. (Yes, I had a crush on Michael Nesmith I was a rebel.)
Just because I don’t like a certain type of music, doesn’t mean I should expect other people to dislike it too. I’d rather chew tin foil than listen to a Celine Dion song, but if it makes my mother happy to sing along, fill your boots! YMCA will never go down in history as one of the classics, but when played at a wedding you can’t deny that everyone’s having a good time, and comfortable making a fool of themselves.
What goes around comes around – the site Top Ten Artists Who An Aging Music Snob Can Start Admitting He/She Likes only scratches the surface. But music snobs are simply missing the point. Music motivates, inspires, and changes perspectives.
There's nothing more personal, different songs affect people in different ways. It’s a bookmark to moments in our lives. And unlike music snobs, who run their course – the love of music stays with us forever.
So whether you're a Bob Dylan fan or a One Direction groupie, it doesn't matter - remember this. Whenever I'm asked what my favourite music is, my answer is simple, "the ones that give me goosebumps."
Thursday, October 6, 2011
This is not a Post about Steve Jobs
As we all come to terms with the tragic passing of Steve Jobs. I’m reminded of the quote by journalist Chuck Palahniuk, “We all die. The goal isn't to live forever, the goal is to create something that will.”
Very few people can leave behind a legacy as amazing as Steve Jobs. But what would you like to be remembered for? An invention like Thomas Crapper (toilet), a disease like Lou Gehrig, or an amendment like Bryan Adams? I think I’d like to be remembered for something I said, for a phenomenon. Not just any phrase – one that would be uttered, savoured and loved for generations to come. Like Alan Freed. The man who is credited for coining for the phrase. Rock ’n Roll.
Freed was a DJ back when radio DJs were the most exciting, sought after occupation a teenager could dream of. By the time Freed was 25 – he was already living the life at WXEL in Cleveland. (Now home to the Rock ‘n Roll Hall of Fame)
In the early 50’s, Freed started breaking the rules, by playing R&B music for a white teenage audience. It was unheard of. That was black “ghetto” music. To get around the prejudices Freed told his audience he was playing something new called “rock ‘n roll.” The irony here is that the term Freed was using to make rhythm and blues more acceptable to a white audience was actually slang for “sex” in the black community. You gotta love the gonads this guy had. (He came up with the phrase after hearing an R&B song “The Sixty Minute Man” by The Dominoes.)
By 1954 Freed was DJing the #1 Radio show in New York City. He staged revues at the Brooklyn Paramount and appeared in a number of rock and roll movies. Unfortunately Freed was the epitome of the term “face for radio.” He had great ideas, a fantastic voice, but, already in his mid-thirties Freed looked at least ten years older. He looked completely out of place. Sadly, his career was destroyed by the payola scandal of the early sixties.
He died when he was only 43. Is it true? Only the good die young?
Wednesday, December 8, 2010
Remember John
Thursday, December 2, 2010
Musical Memorial Tributes
Although Mr. Lightfoot took artistic license with the events of the actual sinking, the haunting lyrics have helped keep the disaster in our memories.
“In a musty old hall in Detroit they prayed
In the Maritime Sailors' Cathedral
The church bell chimed, 'til it rang 29 times
For each man on the Edmund Fitzgerald.
It started me thinking of all the songs written in tribute to people who have died. Tragedies that affected the songwriter so much he/she felt they had to share it with the world. Now this topic that will take more than one blog to do it any justice, but at least here's a start. Consider this my “shout out” to all the songwriters for helping us remember the people we should never forget. Thank you.
Now there are the obvious ones like Don Maclean’s American Pie (“I can’t remember if I cried when I heard about his widowed bride”), and Elton John’s Candle in the Wind (And I would have liked to have known you, But I was just a kid. Your candle burned out long before, your legend never did.”)
But what of the songs about people the writers knew, people that changed their personal lives?
First one that comes to mind is Tom Cochrane's Big League. Tom had met this boy’s father in an arena before a show, the father had asked the artist to play Boy Inside The Man because it was his son’s favourite. Asking if his son would be at the concert, the father replied “no.” The following quote is from the Tom Cochrane website (www.tomcochrane.info)
“That was when he told me his son had died in a car accident that past summer... I felt for that guy, his story hit me hard. Some songs are hard labour, but the best songs are born ... I carried that story with me for quite some time. “
I often wonder how that father must have felt when he heard that song. I still get shivers when it comes to the part where Cochrane says, "Sometimes in the morning I still hear the sound
Ice meets metal...
"Can't you drive me down to the Big League?" “
Speaking of father/son songs, it must have been incredibly difficult for Eric Clapton to write, let alone perform, the song Tears In Heaven.
In 1991, Eric Clapton’s 4-year-old son Conor fell 53 floors through a window left open by some idiot cleaner. After a long silence, Clapton released the song “Tears in Heaven” as a tribute to his son. Imagine having the courage to sing “Would you know my name, if I saw you in Heaven” knowing it’s your own son. Clapton has not performed that song live since 2004.
I couldn’t do this topic without mentioning All Those Years Ago by George Harrison. The song was a personal tribute to his murdered friend, and former band mate, John Lennon.
Released less than a year after John’s death, the song was recorded by all three remaining Beatles. George, Paul and Ringo would not appear together on a song for another 13 years. What I like the most about this song is that it’s a cheerful melody and embraces the happiness Lennon tried so hard to give. It’s a celebration of his life as well as regret of his death. If you ever get the chance to see the video, treat yourself – it’s filled with old photos of the boys and particularly Lennon, some dating back to their pre-Beatles life. Knowing George had been a friend of John's since he was 14 years old makes me appreciate the lyrics that much more.
"But you point the way to the truth when you say
All you need is love.
Living with good and bad
I always looked up to you
Now we're left cold and sad.”
I’ll finish this blog with the song that hit me the hardest. Carry Me by Ray Lyell and the Storm. So how did I go from Clapton and the Beatles to some guy from Hamilton? Ray Lyell and the Storm was a fun, popular Canadian band of the 80’s with hits like Another Man’s Gun and Cruel Life. When I worked at HTZ-FM I had the opportunity to meet the group. I don’t remember much about the evening (par for the course back then), but I do recall Ray talking about the person that inspired the song Carry Me. Over twenty years later and I still remember how I felt the first time I listening to the song, knowing it was about a real person.
“I knew somebody who lost his way
Got himself a loaded gun
They found him lying at the light of day
Now it’s too late to undo what’s already done.”
So, I guess this is as close I’ll get to my musical tribute. Here’s to you Dave Jackson, you are always remembered.
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
Wordle
I stumbled across this site www.wordle.net and I'm addicted. I entered my blog address and wordle creates a "word cloud" of my Blog. The clouds give greater prominence to words that appear more frequently in the source text. The applications for this are limitless. Enter a crown speech and find out what was the most prominent word, enter your resume, your facebook page. For today's visual learners this is a lot of fun. It's also very revealing. Dare you .. Wordle yourself.
Follow the creator's blog here.
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
What you are now is who you were when.
A colleague and I were talking the other day about moments in our lives that are etched in memory of where exactly we were when they happened.
Sure, we both had the obvious including September 11, Columbine, even Princess Diana’s death. But what became most interesting were the more obscure memories.
Mine included the first time I saw a microwave oven being used, the Patty Hearst kidnapping and the 1989 World Series Earthquake. But the one event that clearly stands out in mind that remember every word, every feeling, everything that was going on - happened on December 8, 1980.
1980 was a pivotal year for me – I had just started college at 17 – and was pretty unsure of what my life ahead had to offer. The only things I did know were 1- I was way too young to be away from home for college and 2 – I loved the Beatles. Pretty simplistic by today’s standards, but in an age before computers, CD’s, remotes or cell phones – it was complicated enough.
On December 8, 1980 my girlfriend, Brenda, called me to tell me the news. “Did you hear John Lennon’s been shot?” Of course I didn’t believe her, there was no reason to shoot John Lennon. He wasn’t a radical or a political player; all he wanted was to give peace a chance. The man made people happy, and except for his bad taste in wives, he was a genius – my girlfriend must be mistaken. So I turned on the television, again remember this is an era before a lowly college student could afford cable – so all I had was CKVR Barrie. Nothing – no mention, I was positive she was wrong.
Then the 11:00 news – they replayed an earlier announcement from Howard Cosell during a football game “This, we have to say it. Remember this is just a football game, no matter who wins or loses. An unspeakable tragedy, confirmed to us by ABC News in New York City: John Lennon, outside of his apartment building on the West Side of New York City, the most famous, perhaps, of all The Beatles, shot twice in the back, rushed to the Roosevelt Hospital, dead on arrival.”
And at 11:20 Walter Cronkite confirmed John Lennon was dead.
I cried, all night. I cried the next day at school, I went to the vigils, I held my Bic lighter in the air, I sang, “give peace a chance” but I never understood.
That week, I can honestly say, changed me forever. I was no longer the naïve teenager from Fonthill from a sheltered background – I was someone who had the person they believe in the most ripped out from under them, for no reason at all. There was no reason for Mark David Chapman to do what he did. He even sat there and waited for the cops to come. He took everything away from me, and millions of others just like me.
That was the day I realized life wasn’t fair.
This December will mark 30 years … Life still isn’t fair, people are still doing unthinkably cruel things, but lucky for me, I’ve found more heroes to get me through the day.
Here’s to you John.
There are places I remember
All my life, though some have changed
Some forever not for better
Some have gone and some remain
All these places had their moments
With lovers and friends
I still can recall
Some are dead and some are living
In my life I've loved them all
But of all these friends and lovers
there is no one compares with you
And these memories lose their meaning
When I think of love as something new
Though I know I'll never lose affection
For people and things that went before
I know I'll often stop and think about them
In my life I love you more
Though I know I'll never lose affection
For people and things that went before
I know I'll often stop and think about them
In my life I love you more
In my life I love you more