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Reminds me of a story from a few years ago. My band is not "punk rock" but it's "punk" in the sense that we're almost completely DIY, no money, and very little formal music training. At the time, I think I was the only one who had taken lessons (to play bass, years ago), and we had no support from any label or anyone else. We decided to try and make a demo recording in one of the guys' dingy basement. I used my little Korg handheld recorder, on a coffee table in the middle of the room, between the drum kit, the amps, and the little PA speaker, and we just played 2 takes of each of our tunes, about 8 or 9 originals. We were fairly well rehearsed, so the playing and singing were fine, but obviously the recording was very lo-fi, and not in a good way, and worse, there was an extra snare drum in the corner of the room that rang constantly. But the band was on fire and the recordings were high energy, with all the things that make rock bands cool, all the little finger squeaks and small mistakes and feedbacking guitars. Later we went into an actual studio and recorded an album, and while the pro versions of the songs sound way better, they seem to lack a bit of that magic that we got in that filthy basement, bad sound quality and all. If only we'd captured that basement session with good gear and somebody who knows what he's doing...
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OMG I almost forgot about those Shreds vids! About Whiplash, though, the thing about movies like this is that musicians were going to hate on it no matter how "realistic" it was. This is not a movie for snobs and nitpickers of technical details, it's a movie that uses a fictional music school setting to tell a good story about obsession on the part of both a student and his teacher, and how destructive it can be. Fletcher is obviously a manipulative, abusive jerk, but Neiman is also a horrible person, and actually chooses to be so, showing his family disrespect, ditching his girlfriend as an abstraction, and deliberately buying into Fletcher's worldview, almost like Anakin Skywalker choosing to follow Palpatine. He deliberately lets Fletcher help him ruin his life for the dream of being the greatest drummer. It is pretty funny that he admires Buddy Rich, who was a top notch asshat in real life, as abusive as Fletcher and an opinionated jerk to boot. Anyway, it's not a movie for musicians. Nobody cares what musicians think. It's a movie for people who love good storytelling.
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If I find out a band I like is using a backing track, I instantly lose a bit of respect for them. Period. Especially if they are faking it and trying to hide that fact. In the case in question, a band that becomes helpless without a laptop holds no interest for me. You have a drum set? Guitars and bass? You mean you can't play anything at all? No backup plan? Seriously? That just comes off as lame to me. Ashlee Simpson had no excuse, either. In her case there was an actual band on stage with her. Call an audible and roll with it. Those guys know how to play, right? You know how to sing, right? It's SNL, you only need to know ONE song to get through to the commercial break, for cryin' out loud, but instead she and her band choked on the goal line and here we are 18 years later still talking about it. If you're a musician, be a freaking musician and remember that all that technology is an addon, not the main show.
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I remember as a youngin', listening to the radio in Philly at midnight, Jan 1st, 1984, when the DJ spun up the first two tracks of the new Van Halen album: 1984, followed by Jump. Oh, the buzz that followed in the halls of high schools over the next few weeks, "Did you hear the new VH? What's up with the synths?!" A woman DJ on the radio station, 94.1 WYSP IIRC, she even said out loud on the air, "Congratulations, guys. Now you sound just like everyone else!" Synths on a VH album was a HUGE deal at the time. Fortunately, for those of us who bought the album, it was still a solid heavy guitar rock album. The whole thing with DLR's acrimonious exit afterwards still sucks to this day; the band was at the top of their game when he left.
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This band was so talented. Kurt, of course, but Krist is underrated as well, he looked like a know-nothing punk rocker what with his antics (like knocking himself out with his own bass), but his lines are solid, and of course Dave Grohl behind the drums, (WHERE HE BELONGS). Lightning in a bottle.
I have seen a lot of music snobs over the years who hate Nirvana for whatever reasons, the one I hear most is that Nirvana had no talent and thus made talentless music popular, killing the wonderful melodic hard rock and guitar solos of the 80s. Well, I was in high school in the 80s and I can tell you that hair metal, MTV, and commercial garbage was killing rock and roll. The phony nature and schlock factor of it was so obvious. I was into prog rock, but there was nothing progressive about the commercial MTV stuff on the radio.
Nirvana was a huge shot in the arm for rock and roll. Here was a real band, who put it all out there, with something that was kind of punk but so much more. When this came on the radio you cranked your car stereo to ear bleed levels.
And as Rick points out, hidden under that punk aesthetic was sophistication, and yes, guitar solos for anyone who cares to actually pay attention.
The last great rock revolution happened in 1991. Can't happen today with the changes to the industry brought on by technology, no one rock band can be this big today. Radio is pretty dead and the internet dilutes fan bases across lots of genres and regions.
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The most impactful statement Rick makes here is, "Nobody cares."
Of course there will always be a small minority of music fans who care, but the average public doesn't give a damn about real vs. fake music, or art, or anything else. Musicians, who have always had a hard time getting paid, and even harder lately, will now be utterly worthless. Making real music will now be as much a monetarily worthless hobby as fingerpainting. There will still be a handful of megastars needed to keep around to be trotted on stage at events like the Superbowl halftime or whatever, your Taylor Swift types, etc., but holograms may kill that gig as well. Wait until individual tavern owners can use AI to generate their own music, then there will be no need to ever hire a live band or pay an ASCAP/BMI fee again. Music will be as worthless as trying to sell snow to penguins.
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