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Michael Beinhorn Fires Drummers Part 2; Authenticity Vs Vision

I recently published a blog entitled “Michael Beinhorn Fires Drummers”. It was obvious that the title and subject matter were controversial and might ruffle some feathers. I figured that there might be some fallout, but I’d rather people form their opinions about me based on the truth, instead of fabrication.
In spite of this, I was pleased that most everyone who read the essay actually understood its significance and were simpatico with its underlying principle. They got the notion of striving for greatness at all costs and that people must occasionally make hard decisions when faced with pressurized situations.
I did, however, get two responses that appeared to be less than approving of what I’d written. One of these was a relatively terse missive which simply read, “Fuck you!”
How brilliant, I thought- how direct and succinct. This email was like a piece of minimalist art from the 60′s- wrought into a neon sculpture it would have been right at home on a prominent wall of the Whitney Museum in New York.
However, since I was able to only discern the “what” but not the “why” of this email, I felt incapable of responding to it.
However, the other response I received was a little more discernible and it goes a little something like this-
“Of course for that not to be, to a certain extent, bullcrap depends, first, on your artistic judgment being infallible (which you can’t really be arguing, surely?) And, second, on the idea that when someone buys a band’s album they pay to hear the “best produced album” rather than hear the band they actually love and have loved, perhaps, for years. Removing the distinctive texture of a band, removing authenticity, is not always an improvement. In a business full of excellent session players, there will always be a “better” player for hire to reproduce what you yourself hear in your head. That goes without saying. But that isn’t really what recording a band should be about is it? You say you’re scrupulous about getting the rest of the band’s OK first, but any numbnuts can divide a band by telling them that they are being let down by someone else’s performance. You also imply that you’re usually having to tidy up behind junkies and losers but that’s on the one hand a libel on many decent men and women and, on the other, an admission that you’re not at the level of those producers who have coaxed stellar performances out of massively fucked-up musicians. There are always times when a drummer might have to be fired, painful and emotional as it might be. That’s a sad, sometimes a tragic, fact. Proudly embracing the practice as just one of those things that a producer regularly has to do is an admission of failure.”
That’s all very interesting, but my blog post addressed the necessity of firing people when there is no other recourse. Nothing in it even hinted at the perverse notion that I somehow enjoy firing people or that the people I’ve fired were dissolute miscreants. I also don’t recall implying that I “proudly embrace the practice”.
As was stated in my essay, firing people is not something entered into lightly. Admittedly, the title was meant to be tongue in cheek, but surely, anyone who read the essay would have understood this.
Had this individual had actually read my essay? Did he miss the part about how difficult it is to fire someone, especially after a working relationship has been established with them? It was odd to me that someone could, with such authority, address an article that I felt explained my intent and motivation, miss the point entirely and put words in my mouth.
Perhaps he simply didn’t comprehend what I’d written. Was his trajectory way, way off or, had I really portrayed myself as a talentless, blame-casting, Svengali with a Napoleon complex?
Right then, it dawned on me that it made no difference whether or not he had actually read my blog post. This is because he had made up his mind about both me and my essay even before he began reading.
How could this be?
From reading this guy’s email, I surmised that his opinions had been influenced by something he’d heard about me prior to reading my article. He certainly held some very dogmatic, yet ill-informed opinions, some of which I found fascinating.
I suspect his apparent bias was instigated by publicly aired accusations of malfeasance which were recently directed at me based on how I handled a certain recording session many years ago. The fact that I was never asked to provide my version of these allegations should have cast some doubt on their veracity. Nonetheless, they’ve been accepted as fact by a great many people.
The fact is, people love the truth far less than they love drama. They love a good witch hunt. They also love not having to think or feel for themselves and prefer when someone else is available to think and feel for them. Even if they want to believe their righteous indignation is their own.
By assuming I envision my “artistic judgment” as being “infallible”, the respondent to my article touched on the subjective nature of firing performers like the individual I previously described. I felt this was adequately addressed this in my previous article but for the sake of courtesy, I’m more than pleased to take another shot.
The real question is not about subjective “artistic judgment”, but instead; what is “bad” and how bad is “bad”? Does one require “artistic judgment to know “bad” or is it evident to nearly anyone?
In the case of a performer on a recording, there may be many criteria for what can be referred to as “bad”, but I really know only one. The name most people know it by is “incompetence”. Someone who cannot do his job as it has been mutually understood by him and everyone he works with is generally considered to be incompetent.
Here is the basic premise; if a performer does his job in a manner which falls below the expectations everyone else they are working with has of him- for example, if he is playing sloppily, forgetting parts, playing without any excitement- in short, performing far differently than he did prior to recording, it is understood that he is incompetent and becomes a candidate for expulsion from said project. If, even after acknowledging the situation, he continues to perform this manner, he is guaranteed a ticket off the recording.
As previously noted, this is exactly what happened on the aforementioned notorious recording session. I heard it. Everyone who was involved in the decision of firing this person heard it, too. They didn’t want to imagine that their bandmate’s performance was this awful, but it was plain as day and impossible for them to ignore.
This performer displayed all the outward signs of being incompetent. They were given every opportunity, coddled and encouraged to do their best. When the issue of their shoddy performance was finally addressed with them, they not only became defensive, they refused to acknowledge it and continued to play badly. Eventually, they were fired. This was not a subjective decision which came from one person’s “artistic judgment”, it was an objective decision made by a group of people working together.
Of course, the possibility exists that those of us who made this decision were wrong. Perhaps I was wrong. Perhaps, I’m simply not good enough at coaxing “stellar performances out of massively fucked up musicians”, to quote my respondent.
Now, if you are naive enough to believe that producers coaxing “stellar performances out of massively fucked up musicians” is the norm, you are either a fool or you know nothing about how recordings are made. I’m not certain as to which category my respondent falls into but I’ll give him the benefit of the doubt and lean toward category number two.
These days, no one has time for so-called “massively-fucked up musicians” on any recording project. If a “massively fucked -up musician” can’t function, he will immediately be jettisoned- unless, of course, he is the principal artist. Making a recording is already difficult enough without performers who can’t keep their personal lives from interfering with their work- and that of their co-workers. No one on a recording- or anywhere else- has the time to parent an imbecile who has chosen to ruin his life and intends to take everyone he knows down with him.
And while we’re on the subject, drummers who wind up on their band’s recordings but are technically challenged- or “massively fucked-up”- are so heavily edited by their producers that they sound like automatons. Personally, I like the sound of a real drummer who can play real drums without triggers on them, as opposed to the sound of a sloppy drummer with no groove- or emotion- whose performance is edited and triggered to the point where it doesn’t resemble something a human being could- or would want to do.
All this to pretend that everything is ok. All for the sake of maintaining some kind of illusory status quo that no one outside this person’s band gives a crap about. They just want to hear a great record.
Which brings us to my respondent’s insistence on the importance of authenticity. Authenticity is somewhat subjective and its nature depends somewhat on how you define it. My respondent doesn’t really explain his own definition of authenticity, but he does complain when he feels it’s been excised from something familiar to him. Therefore, we can assume that he defines “authenticity” as something that feels real to him- something which he connects with due to its familiarity.
Authenticity is entirely a result of whatever an artist wants to show you- not what actually is. An artist’s genius is the ability to regulate what you see of her and how you see it- her talent to either force herself into you like a mighty tempest or conceal herself from you so thoroughly that you never know who she is or what she actually means.
The subjective nature of authenticity is identical in many respects to the subjective nature of “transparency”. Like authenticity, transparency is also regulated by whomever is controlling the flow of information and is in no way equivalent to truth. With this in mind, an artist can fabricate everything he does and still be entirely truthful. Flexibility- the artist’s mercurial nature- his ability to turn on a dime in a split second when his muse demands him to, is far more important than authenticity.
In fact, authenticity is much less important than believability. The difference between authenticity and believability is the distinction between a performer’s ability to be who he is versus his ability to make you care who he is. This is the difference between being interested in an artist and being passionately in love with his work.
If you disagree, then answer me this- did Paul McCartney write a song like “Yesterday” as the result of his authenticity or is it a work of art, fabricated and made believable by a consummate artistic genius?
“Yesterday” is not based on specific events- it’s a composition, the basis of which came to McCartney in a dream. It exists solely because McCartney created it- not because he had anything profound to say. To give an example of this, the original working title of “Yesterday” was “Scrambled Eggs”. It bore no resemblance to any previous work he’d done and was a result of his constant artistic evolution.
“Yesterday” works because McCartney makes it believable through the conviction of the composition and the conviction in his performance, not because it’s authentic.
The view that authenticity in art must be preserved at all costs comes from an obsessive need to compartmentalize artists instead of allowing them the freedom to explore. Artists aren’t marionettes on a string that do our bidding or your bidding. They also aren’t jukeboxes which spew out the old familiar songs/sound at the pleasure of their fans.
I feel the methodology of an artist is to follow their muse and to express themselves- to communicate in a way that is unique and exclusively their own. My role is to insure the artists I work with are able to perform this function without interferences, impedances, or impasses. Any half-decent record producer (or “numb nuts”, as my respondent puts it) will proudly accept the same responsibility.
There are two options that an artist often chooses from when she is preparing to make a recording. The first option is pleasing her fans, the second is pleasing herself. For this reason, many artists have had to weather public opinion instead of basking in it when they chose to follow a path their audience didn’t approve of.
To be very clear, when I go into a recording studio with an artist, my prime directive is the vision of the artist whose recording I’m making; how this vision becomes implanted in my own mind and how I can best represent it. In order to represent that vision, I literally will stop at nothing.
When an artist becomes too self-conscious, too concerned with how he is seen by others- and this includes his fans- he becomes creatively ill. I’ve seen what this cancer does to artists and it isn’t pretty.
An artist who becomes too concerned about what his public expects from him, feels he must desperately attempt to relive old triumphs. He starts to repeat himself instead of evolving creatively and gradually renders himself useless. Such an artist will lose his audience with great haste. If he worries too much about how best he can please his audience, such an artist will deprive his audience of his greatness in its most refined and pure form.
Artistic vision must always trump the staid notions of preserving a so-called “band sound”- the element of familiarity my respondent insists must be present in a recording in order to retain “authenticity”. The nature of evolution is to grow and if an artist chooses to evolve instead of being a geisha- cranking out the oldies for her customers even as she grows decrepit and the years take their toll- that’s her business.
Still want to debate this point? Watch an interview with Jimi Hendrix and see how he addresses his creative process. If you do, you’ll see how unimportant the notions of a “band sound” and “authenticity”, etc, are when an artist needs to express himself and doesn’t care how he gets his ideas out. He’s not talking about “authenticity”- he’s talking about his truth.
BTW- to put things into a relative perspective, the compulsion an artist has to express himself is about the same feeling you get when you have to take a really bad dump- except the feeling comes from deep in your soul instead of deep in your colon.
Vision, my friend, is what record making is about- to me and the artists I work with- vision and collaboration. You see, contrary to your assumption, I make records with artists- I don’t record bands. The essence of record making is about taking a vision from abstract concept to concrete form- it’s a collaborative undertaking and therefore- yes, when I’m making a record with an artist- my vision- my conception of how a record “should sound” matters a great deal.
It matters because it is an augmentation of the artists vision- an extension, an embellishment that he might not have been able to arrive at on his own. In fact, contrary to your assumption, this is why the artists I’ve worked with chose me- because my creative vision augments and facilitates theirs in a way they find beneficial.
I’ve mainly been hired by artists because they didn’t want to repeat themselves or recycle their old riffs. These artists want a collaborator with imagination who has the nerve to help them create an entirely new vision instead of the one they have become identified with.
I didn’t work with Soundgarden so we could recreate “Badmotorfinger”, I didn’t work with Marilyn Manson to recreate “Antichrist Superstar” or Hole to recreate “Live Through This”. If they’d asked me to recreate something they’d already done, I’d have turned them down flat. Trying to relive past glories is a hallmark aspect of delusion and I would have been doing everyone an immense disservice by assisting in such a delusional task.
And frankly, dear respondent, I’d have been doing you a disservice, too- even if you fervently believe all those artists I’ve worked with should have continued making “authentic” recordings just to make you happy. Whether you have the stones- or introspection- to admit it or not, your world is a better place with artists in it who are bold enough to follow their muse, and people such as myself who help facilitate their vision.
You don’t have to thank me, but I know you’re thinking it.
You’re welcome.

Michael Beinhorn Fires Drummers

This morning, I received an email from a friend. He found it extremely amusing that when he Googled my name in order to read my latest blog post, the first thing that came up was the following string of words;

‘Michael Beinhorn Fires Drummers”.

That sentiment seems to have been going around of late- in some quarters, it may wind up being my legacy. Apparently, a bunch of people have become obsessed with this idea that I fire drummers- some of whom get extremely animated when discussing it. I’ll address this allegation by first answering the question; is the above statement fact or is it fiction?

To this question, I answer thusly- yes.

Yes- I fire drummers. I’ve fired them off their own projects, with the complicity of their own bands. I’ve fired a few over the years and I daresay, I may well fire a few more before I’m done.

I figure those of my fellow record producer brethren who know me and have followed this drummer-firing debacle have gotten a good laugh from it. But if they’re enjoying the fallout I’ve had to weather (as my friend who emailed me clearly did), they’re also breathing a collective sigh of relief and thinking to themselves, “Better him than me”.

This is because my drummer-firing debacle has collaterally exposed a dirty little secret of record production. That truth is; record producers fire drummers from projects. One of the responsibilities a record producer has is to fire people at any level when they are not performing well enough.

People get fired from projects all the time- generally because they are incompetent. Here’s an example; once, I had to fire a technician because he would take at least 45 minutes to restring, intonate and tune a single electric guitar- a process which should take no more than five- ten minutes max. On top of this, his intonations were always off and he’d have to re intonate a guitar 2-3 times before it played in tune. This meant that we could be waiting as much as an hour and a half before we had the guitar back.

The tech did this consistently and was quite literally costing the artist- whose employee he was- thousands of dollars. In addition, he was liberally using her expense account to buy thousands of dollars worth of equipment for himself- without her knowledge.

When I give it some thought, I realize that I don’t know a single record producer who hasn’t, at some point in his career, fired a drummer off a project. Stating that a record producer has fired a drummer is like stating that a mechanic is changing a tire on a car, or a butcher has sliced a piece of fat off an otherwise lean piece of meat. These are simply different aspects of a specific job. In any system, if something isn’t working right and it can’t be fixed, you have to get rid of it, right?

Performing this function is a form of quality control and a record producer is hired, in part, for her ability to exert the highest level of quality control. She would, therefore, be negligent in her responsibilities if she didn’t exercise this obligation to bring quality into every level of the recording process, in a manner that she sees fit.

As previously mentioned, I’ve actually encountered a bit of righteous indignation over the topic of drummer-firing- much of it coming from people who have no understanding of how records are made and wouldn’t know me if they passed me in the street.

In spite of this, these people who got the idea that I indiscriminately fired drummers off their own recordings without so much as a by your leave, have revered it as gospel, never thinking to ask if the information was true and if it was, why I did so. One would think that if people cared so very much about someone else’ depiction of an event or situation that had immense significance to them (and they implicated other people in this situation as having wronged them in some way), it would be at very least, interesting to know more about what actually happened.

Nonetheless, out of all the people who got so wound up about how Michael Beinhorn fires drummers, only two people- both of them journalists from the UK- have actually asked me the question; why?

Out of all the musicians who play an instrument on a recording, the one person who receives the most scrutiny- sometimes more than the vocalist- is the drummer. This is because in an ensemble of players, the drummer is the first musician to be recorded and she is, therefore, ultimately responsible for the foundation on which the record is built.

The drummer is the backbone of any record and there is a great deal of pressure on him to perform. He must not only be as good as possible, he must be functioning at the peak of his ability when it comes time for her to record.

I’ve known of record producers who fire musicians out of nepotism, so they can throw the vacancy to one of their friends. I’ve also known of record producers who replace musicians because they don’t like them personally- they don’t like way they look or what they say- or perhaps they were just in a foul mood one day and felt like firing someone. Some record producers insulate themselves against the stigma of firing musicians by bringing their own band with them on every record and proceed with the understanding that the only band musician who will be performing on the recording will be the singer. They basically fire everyone on the project- they just establish this understanding before the project begins.

Apart from all this, there is one primary reason a drummer- or any musician- gets fired off a recording project, and it’s the very same reason anyone else gets fired from any job. The main reason a person gets fired is because they can’t do their job.

I’ve fired drummers on roughly 20-40 percent of the recordings I’ve produced. I’ve done this in a variety of situations and permutations. Most of the drummers I’ve had to fire were members of the band I was producing. This is always difficult for everyone else in the band, especially since it’s a decision they must be complicit in. I don’t feel that a producer has the authority to take someone off their own recording and I have never done so without first making sure the rest of the band are first in agreement.

Naturally, there are some criteria I apply in order to ascertain that a drummer must be fired. Firing someone (especially off their own project) should not be entered into lightly, therefore it is important to be absolutely certain that it is the best course of action, prior to doing so.

There is generally a benchmark or optimal level of performance which a producer comes to expect from a drummer. This benchmark develops from having worked with the drummer for awhile and becoming familiar with his playing. If that level of performance ever becomes compromised in any way, the drummer instantly falls under scrutiny.

Some musicians can be terrific in rehearsal, but when they enter a recording studio, they start exhibiting signs of an ailment called “red light fever”. A performer who is thus afflcited will literally psyche himself out of being able to play music he previously executed perfectly.

There are still other elements which can affect a drummer’s ability to perform well, such as- not getting enough sleep, eating poorly and generally not taking care of herself, personal problems which she brings into the workspace and of course, recreational drug usage. These elements often manifest themselves when a drummer forgets or changes her pre-arranged drum parts, stops dead in the middle of being recorded, seems generally confused or flustered and plays her instrument with no excitement.

I dread these things happening, because they are bad omens. They often portend that the drummer will have to be fired and I, as the individual involved in maintaining the highest standard of quality on the recording will have to do the firing. It is always necessary to gently, but firmly let the performer know that things aren’t going as well as they should, but by then, the performer’s morale has been completely rent asunder by the mere thought that he’s not performing up to par. I’ve only worked with two drummers who were able to pull themselves together after being confronted with this reality check and come back playing better than anyone could have expected.

After the first warning shot is fired, the drummer is usually ready for what’s coming next. There are few things more demoralizing than that conversation- both for the person who has to hear it and the person who has to say it. It actually physically hurts.

I’ve gotten good at having these conversations- but only out of necessity.

Have you ever had to fire someone? I personally don’t recommend it, however, if you occupy any type of authority position, you will almost certainly have to. In many cases, the person you are firing is a co-worker and often, someone you’ve had to work with for awhile. Sometimes, they don’t see it coming and you already know how badly the news is going to hurt them before you even open your mouth to tell them. In other cases, they’ve been feeling it and knew it was inevitable. Still, having foresight never seems to sweeten the sting someone feels when they first hear those awful words.

What’s worse is, I’ve often liked the people I’ve had to fire tremendously- even admired their talent and determination. In spite of this, I also have a responsibility to the project we’re doing and the rest of the people on it. I’m always faced with a choice when this situation looms- either fire someone who was doing a poor job or spare their feelings, keep them on and make a poor record. If the same choice stood between me continuing work on a project or being fired in order to ensure a better end result, I hope the person in charge would have the good sense and do what’s best for the project.

In the aftermath of a firing, feelings are hurt and pride is bruised, but, like with all life-altering events, everyone involved is confronted with yet another choice. The choice is to stand right where you are, luxuriating in the pain of rejection and loss or you can pick yourself up, dust yourself off and try to move forward. You can be resentful, bitter and blame everyone else around you for something which you ultimately are responsible for or you can ask yourself- “What can I learn from what just happened? How can I use this as a means to improve myself? How can I turn this negative into a positive?”

On almost every project I’ve worked on, however unpleasant the circumstances, the drummer who was fired inevitably agreed to step aside because he realized it was the best thing to do. Confronted with the fact that he wasn’t doing his job well enough, he put the needs of the project in front of his own needs and feelings. He felt as if he’d failed but he knew that stepping aside was best for everyone. I’ve always had an immense amount of respect for musicians who could take their ego out of the picture and put other people’s needs ahead of their own. Although it didn’t feel good, they chose sacrifice over selfishness.

Everyone has gotten fired at some point. I have been fired from a few recordings and it didn’t feel good. In the aftermath, I was always forced to acknowledge that my being fired was best for the project. I have quit working on projects for the same reason. Leaving anything, either by choice or by concensus never feels good, but it’s usually a necessity.

Ultimately, the smoke screen of scandal around firing drummers exists to conceal a deeper truth. This truth revolves around emotions rather than unethical practices- bitterness, hurt feelings and a need to blame someone else for everything that goes wrong instead of taking responsibility for one’s actions and choices in life.

It’s not my problem or my business if someone chooses to shoot heroin, stay up late and be completely irresponsible about how they lead their life. However, the moment we both set foot into a recording studio under the pretext of working together, the context has completely changed. In this new context, if that same individual forgets how to play all the songs we worked on together for months prior to recording, performs everything far worse than when we were in rehearsal together and refuses to address any of this, they have chosen to make their problems my business.

And if that individual feels that I shouldn’t speak up about their inability to do their job- when this is exactly what I was hired by them and their band to do- they shouldn’t have hired me in the first place.

When a drummer walks into a recording studio and is completely prepared to record, I consider it my duty to support him and recognize his efforts. By contrast, when a drummer walks into a recording studio and instead of being prepared to record brings all his personal problems with him, this is the height of selfishness and thoughtlessness. At that point, he doesn’t care about anything or anyone else apart from bringing everyone else’ work to a screeching halt.

Would I say that someone like this is asking to be fired? I would.

Yes- Michael Beinhorn does indeed fire drummers. But Michael Beinhorn only fires drummers if they can’t do their job.

What I’m Doing About It Now Redux

Ok- back again. I’ve been incommunicado from blog-writing because I’ve chosen instead to write a book which addresses everything I began to address in blog form, but in greater detail. In the meantime, I’ve been developing a more ethical approach to record production. As this has progressed, I’ve completely revamped my entire approach to working creatively with artists.

Along the way, I’ve had many amazing insights into this work, into the work other people do and how to continually improve and build on the result of creative collaboration. It’s been a remarkable process of education and evolution and I feel incredibly fortunate to be on this path.

As wonderful as this has been, it’s not enough. I’m onto something that needs to be shared with other people- certainly with artists who need development and mentoring. I’ve shared my endeavors with individuals at several record companies and while they think it’s brilliant, they are too fearful to implement it.

Wow. Record companies don’t want help developing their artists from people who have years of experience doing it. On top of everything else, I offered to work with their artists for free. It’s as if they’d prefer to continue failing the same old way they’ve been failing- and with such flair- instead of taking a calculated risk on something that could at very least help their artists be far better at what they do. Just because the old way is so familiar and less scary.

Conformity is a survival skill. Keep your head down and it probably won’t get smacked by whoever pays your salary. Don’t make waves. Meanwhile, the world keeps on turning, time is wasting and everything that has blighted popular music is only metastasizing further.

It’s impossible to deny that the music business is on its last legs. Apart from the unmitigated rubbish that record companies release sans remittance, it is a harsh age indeed when an artist can lead the Billboard album chart with an album that sells in the quintuple digits.

And yes, there are pockets of success (as defined by monetary gain), but they are so few and far between, they almost don’t matter. Kind of like oases in a huge desert.

But opportunistic people are everywhere and are still trying to hitch a ride on the money train. They play in clubs with their bands, go to seminars, learn about how to build their brands and how to get endorsement deals once they’ve made it in music.

I recently made an important discovery, which was somewhat upsetting. Much to my chagrin, I realized there are very, very, very few individuals in the world who are truly gifted- certainly, to the point that they deserve to be heard by anyone else- let alone by millions. In spite of this, the field is clogged daily with more poor devils who just know they can strike it rich doing something in music.

Everyone has free will. You have free will. You can believe whatever you want and do whatever you want. You can follow the rules, invest in yourself (as a former manager put it when he was trying to justify my own profligacy to me) and keep chasing the carrot you dangle in your own face (when someone else isn’t doing it for you). Eventually, reality- and fatigue and disillusionment- will set in.

These days, popular music that wasn’t constructed (for constructed, it is) to appeal to the absolute lowest common denominator in the human gene pool is based exclusively on one thing- a cool idea. Unfortunately, cool ideas are interesting in and of themselves- they generally don’t make people interested in an artist. Truth, raw emotions, expression, communication- those are the things in an artist’s work that matter most. And so very few people who make music are really, truly artists who can express themselves with feeling and meaning- and without sounding like they’re whining, rutting or having a temper tantrum.

Choose your side- choose what you serve, because choose you must and choose you will. We all have to choose and if we don’t, the choice will be made for us by someone else.

What will you serve? Will it be your ethics, your gullibility or your gluttony?

In this world, people who make music are less familiar with how to express themselves honestly through their modality of expression than they are with how to operate Pro Tools or manage their “brand” through their website or on Twitter. The audience that hears their musical end product are far more interested in the mode of delivery with which they encounter it than whether or not it connects with them on a visceral level.

It doesn’t matter to me in the least if other people call this “reality”. In most cases, reality is nothing more than a state of perception someone with power tries to get a bunch of other people to believe. Kool Aid by any other name is still Kool Aid and I’m not drinking it.

The fact is, I haven’t made a large budget recording in years- all my recent work has been with artists who have little or no money with which to make a recording. A lot of this work falls under the category of artist development. This isn’t the kind of artist development where a record company executive packs an artist up into a van, tells him to play shows for the next two years and build a following so he can come back and drop a fully-formed money-making machine into the record company executive’s lap. I’m referring to artist development where a very experienced mentor (who has nothing to do with a record company) sits with an artist, takes time with him, works with his songs, his approach and everything that is essential to what the artist actually does.

Ever hear of this before? It actually works and there isn’t a record company under the sun that provides it for their artists.

I stopped trying to make money at this years ago. I’m doing it because I desperately need to hear some truly amazing music in the world. I’m also doing it because there are few things I love more than the utter joy of creative collaboration with a real bona fide artist.

I recently heard some of Adele’s record in passing. I’d heard it before, but I paid more attention this time. It’s just fine- it really is.

No, it’s not. This record has sold upward of twenty million records worldwide, has been universally lauded from every rooftop, hilltop, minaret and steel girded skyscraper the whole world over. And it’s really just ok.

Actually, it’s a towering paragon of great, meaningful virtuous brilliance- for this era. However, if it had been released ten- even fifteen years ago , it would have been lost in the shuffle. Because, compared with everything else (even the crap) that was being made at a time when people did know how to be expressive, it would have been a middling mediocrity. It wouldn’t have mattered. And to further illustrate the terminal stupidity which paralyzes the music business, those record company chieftains, regally enshrouded in their perennial myopia are all hot in pursuit of another full-figured, English white girl. O tempora, o mores.

In spite of this, it’s probably never been easier than right now to be a diamond in the rough. There is a path- a great vista laid open many miles wide that you could drive a fleet of Mack trucks through- a path that just sits there, waiting for any artist who has the stones to make a recording and be raw, be real and have the talent to communicate all of it in vivid relief. And this path grows wider by the moment because however talented any artist might be, no one is actually communicating anything.

This is also the one thing that Adele did properly and made her deserving of her many millions sold. She told the world- all of us- about herself. She was vulnerable. She communicated.

I sometimes liken the confluence of events and circumstance which swirl together and conspire to create a high caliber artist to the development of a serial killer.

Statistically, a large portion of the population (something like two- ten percent) have sociopathic or psychopathic tendencies. Most people are raised in loving homes and aren’t exposed to the specific elements which can take a relatively harmless garden variety sociopath and develop him into something far more savage. Interestingly enough, one potential indicator of this personality is excessive risk-taking. This is one reason why (combined with their magnetic charm and callous disregard for others) quite a few psychopaths apparently wind up and are highly successful on Wall Street.

Only a miniscule handful of people with psychopathic tendencies are exposed to the specific events in life which can lead them down the path to becoming serial killers.

This is (relatively) the same for artists. There are individuals who are born with artistic talent, but come into families where there is no support or appreciation for the arts and the idea is literally or figuratively, beaten out of them. Often, people like these are born into a specific role and are expected to do something more substantial with their life. Someone like this doesn’t even have a chance.

Then, there are those with talent, whose artistic aspirations are supported by their families, by educators, by their community- but their talent is just not quite formidable enough and they don’t have the stomach for it. Most people, no matter how far they come on this path will eventually give up. In some cases, people like these will make exceptional teachers.

But there is always a tiny, tiny handful of extraordinary people who have the resilience, the ambition, the creativity, the talent and most important- the unadulterated ability to use their chosen modality to express themselves flawlessly.

These are the ones who both nature and nurture have adorned with greatness in great, heaping excess. These are the ones who toil not for money- but because they have absolutely no choice in the matter and were nothing more than wise enough to accept their fate instead of continuing to fight the inevitable. These are the ones who are the mirror images of their equally wise comrades in-arms who gave up the same struggle for the exact same reasons.

If your efforts have taken you this far, I am addressing you. I have committed myself to developing and working with artists who possess this level of talent- this degree of depth and brilliance. If you can move me with your greatness, I will work with you (in a manner we mutually agree upon) for no monetary compensation of any kind (which can be revised in a manner mutually agreeable to all participants only if the work we do together generates income).

Years ago, I was paid a king’s ransom for my work. All I desire now is to hear music that can move me once more. My standard for judging artists has not waned- in fact it is more intense than ever- but I pledge to give my all if you can demonstrate your talent to me and I believe I can help you improve on it.

I am open to mentoring people who are serious, highly intelligent and capable in this way and regarding music production. It is apparent to me that the pool of up and coming producers, engineers, etc is growing smaller and dimmer by day. I would like to establish a network of individuals with real talent who live by there ideals instead of viewing a career in popular music as some kind of get-rich-quick scam.

I can’t stand by idly and do nothing. I can’t watch this current state of affairs become the status quo and know that I could have done something to change it, or affected one other person’s life for the good, even if only for a solitary instant.

I am proposing to be part of the solution. I am proposing to help and this is how. This is what I’m doing about it now.

a primer on feel

Music is every bit as visceral as it is engaging for the mind (if it is not moreso). It is a total, fulfilling experience and even though it doesn’t engage other senses (in the way motion pictures and other multi-media forms of entertainment do), it provides the capability for one’s imagination to fill in whatever sensory gaps may exist.

One of the ways that music can be experienced viscerally is emotionally. One other way that music can be explored viscerally is via its pulse and rhythm.

Rhythm and pulse are fundamental building blocks in many forms of music, however, in popular music, they are unique. This is in part, due to the inherently repetitive nature of popular music. Although, classical music can be similarly repetitive, it primarily features the repetition of specific themes. Popular music is more often characterized by short segments of music which repeat and then modulate into new segments (which may similarly repeat).

Additionally, popular music is derived from unique genetics. Although it shares a tuning system and a theoretical foundation with Western classical music, modern popular music is essentially derived from several different folk music forms; the primary form being African.

African music was brought to this country via the slave trade (as it was to several other countries such as Jamaica, Haiti and Cuba, also eventually defining the core of their indigenous musics) and gradually acclimatized itself to its new environs. Over time, it mutated into diverse music forms from field calls to prison raps/hollers to gospel and, to blues. Blues became the pivotal music form which went on to influence early R&B, soul and rock n’ roll.

Every form of modern popular music carries in its DNA, a derivation of African music.

One of the most interesting things about African music (and many other forms of ethnic and folk music) is its general (almost nonliteral, nonlinear) adherence to timing. Perhaps because most ethnic music is not based around a system of notation (and is instead, passed from teacher to disciple in an oral tradition), the concept of timing appears more subjective to the individual musicians than in a piece of classical music (where strict attention is literally paid to timing, and uniformity of performance).

This somewhat general and perhaps subjective adherence to timing (or ‘looseness’) in various ethnic music forms has a curious effect on the performance of a given piece of music. Instead of there being a specific down beat where everyone lands simultaneously, there is a loose (yet general) idea of where down beats are relative to each player (and to each instrument sound).

When one listens closely to a piece of ethnic music, there are miniscule timing differentials perceptible in the performance of each instrument relative to the others. These timing differentials maintain a constant proximity with one another and in so doing, are not apparent to the ear as mistakes. They are occasionally experienced as light flams.

When instruments are played together in this way, a remarkable and unique sensation of movement which is generated. All the instruments are perceived as working together, but they are neither dependent upon one another, nor are they particularly independent. They can be said to be performing together interdependently.

Amidst the instruments playing interdependently, a simultaneous feeling of accord and of tension is generated. The instruments create an invisible latticework amongst themselves which is as magical as it is brimming over with ancient power.

At the same time, it appears as if this creation of human beings is so fragile that, if one person should loose their place for even a faction of and instant, the entire center would collapse.

The fruit of this creation is the work of men and as such, it is imperfect. An, it is for this reason that it cannot be broken or destroyed no matter how many times the players make mistakes or fall out of time with one another.

In it’s imperfection, it is utterly pristine, utterly perfect. It is a tribute to the Gods in the way only humans can offer up such obeisance. The Gods may have imbued humans with the power to worship in such fashion, but could a being as perfect as a God create something so beautiful in all its flaws?

It would be interesting to imagine a piece of ethnic music being performed in a setting where all the performers are classically trained, being lead by a conductor and reading their music from charts. It is doubtful that the essence would remain- instead, something would be lost….

Interdependent playing imbues music with excitement, with motion, with depth, with spirit, with sex. It makes music interesting to listen to, it breathes life into it and takes it beyond form into the formless.

Some people refer to this as ‘the space between the notes’ when they reference an individual musician’s style of performance. This pertains to the specific phrasing which defines each musician as being special or unique.

Others refer to it as ‘pocket’, ‘groove’ or ‘feel’.

Feel can be experienced through hearing one musician play his instrument with the appropriate tension, but it is mainly experienced by hearing a group of musicians interact in this way. This interaction is a place where listeners can have the awareness of musicians communicating with one another through their instruments.

Which brings us to more modern forms of feel-based music.

One obvious example of this performance style would be Led Zeppelin. Zeppelin have their roots in both blues, rock n’ roll and R&B, all styles of music with a direct lineage to African music.

Blues and R&B are structured so that the instruments playing in the bass/baritone range (bass, drums) are pushing ahead of the beat, while instruments in the tenor/alto/soprano range (guitars, vocals, etc) are generally laying back behind the beat. One obvious precedent for this is found in big band and swing music- where the lower register instruments are all pushing ahead, while the solo/upper range instruments are laying far back.

In this way, the low end instruments become like an anchor; they ground the music, give it roots and foundation.

For a long time, there has been a misconception that bass and drums are generally meant to lay back (especially in rock music). This is probably because people’s awareness naturally goes to instruments playing in the tenor-soprano ranges first and are instantly aware that those instruments are indeed, laying back.

It is relatively easy to see where instrument down beats land if one loads a song into a DAW and looks at the resulting waveform. However, by referring to Led Zeppelin (and several other artists), I will provide some examples which present interdependent playing very clearly.

‘Rock And Roll’ from Led Zeppelin 4 is a perfect example of feel-based, interdependent playing.

The song wears its roots on its sleeve. The changes are simple and blues based. The continuous barrage of 8th notes is an homage to the proto-R&B/rock n’ roll of Chuck Berry. Of course, the band have given the song a proper 1970′s update replete with over driven guitars and wailing vocals.

However, it is in the rhythm section where the song truly distinguishes itself. The song has a raw sensuality to it, a sway, a swagger. It has a palpable sense of excitement which belies its deceptive simplicity.

What is causing this to happen?

Because of his legacy (as well as his brilliance), many people will look to John Bonham’s drumming as the answer, but they will only be partially correct. This excitement is actually being generated by the interaction between the bass, the drums and the guitar.

The drums are surging against the beat and are generally hitting a fraction early from (or ahead of) the nearest perceived down beat. The exception to this is the hihat (or ride cymbal) which is generally sitting in the same time differential as the guitar. The guitar is sitting slightly behind the drums and creating the impression that the bass and drums are laying back.

And then, there’s the bass guitar. This is the unsung instrument of all bands, the one which creates the glue between all the other instruments and defines exactly how the feel sits amongst them.

It is indisputable that without a great drummer, a band is generally not good, but without a great bass guitarist, a band is simply not interesting.

The better a bass player is, the better he makes the rest of his band mates appear. If ever a bassist existed who could make his fellow band mates look good (at the considerable expense of going himself unnoticed in the process), that bassist would have to be John Paul Jones.

I would invite you to play ‘Rock And Roll’, listening first to the rhythm guitar, bass and drums. Next, try listening to only the bass and drums- ignore the racket they are supporting. Finally, play the track and try listening for only the bass guitar.

What a revelation that was. Wow. Listen to his choice of notes, how steady he is. Listen to his tone. Most of all, listen to how far ahead of the rest of the band he is.

It’s true. John Paul Jones is pushing the band along. If the drums are the backbone of a band, the bass guitar is the kinetic force which moves everything forward. Hear how the bass guitar is straining ahead of all the other instruments, (even the drums, almost to the point of lightly flamming with them). When he is at the point where he can’t move any further ahead without obviously flamming with everyone else, he has to articulate his phrasing in order to compensate for this.

(Of course, none of this should be surprising since John Paul Jones was a fan of James Jamerson, the house bassist at Motown. Jamerson was one of the most influential bassists of all time, his melodic sense was pure brilliance and naturally, he always played far ahead of the rest of his band).

If you can, try and imagine ‘Rock And Roll’ with the bass playing precise 8th notes on every down beat- no push or pull. Imagine if Zeppelin had cut this track to a click. Imagine if they were making a record today and the producer insisted on gridding and editing the bass (and the drums).

Impossible. No way.

Another (and even more extreme) example of this style of playing is found on ‘Helter Skelter’ by The Beatles. I will request that you listen to this song and if possible, wear headphones. The bass is in the left channel, the drums are in the right. Listen to how the bass and drums interact on this song.

What is significant about this piece of music is not merely that the bass is being played ahead (or how loud it is in the mix), but how far ahead it’s being played. It is almost as if someone decided the drum track was too slow and wanted to pick the tempo up.

Obviously, there are other examples of this, far too numerous to require mentioning. Once you hear and develop a context for this tension, this interdependence, you will be able to hear it everywhere.

You will also be able to detect where it is absent and how lifeless a piece of music can become when it doesn’t have that essence, that sexuality. That feel. You’ll find out for yourself.

Having instruments work together interdependently has many other benefits. The perceived tempo of a song can be made to appear faster- sometimes by a few BPM. Also, the down beats of a song suddenly have a very broad footprint, which means the vocalist has a lot of room to phrase.

Listen to a Frank Sinatra record. The orchestra plays with feel and finesse- so much space, you could drive a Mack truck through it and still have room for a bike path. This space is what gives Sinatra the freedom and ease to emulate a trombone player in his phrasing. Now, imagine if someone tried to edit one of his tracks……

Virtually every rock record done with stellar vocal phrasing was cut by people who were talented musicians and played with feel. This is no accident.

Keep listening, keep exploring- you’ll feel it. And then, you’ll get it.

I am accompanying this post with some audio which can be accessed on my website. Therein, I provided the examples I’ve given, plus a couple of others, including a partial board mix from Led Zeppelin 2 of ‘Ramble On’. This mix consists of the drums playing solo for a few bars, after which, the bass guitar is dropped in. I invite you to listen to the bass relative to the drums, how far ahead it is and how you can actually hear it flamming in places.

good isn’t actually great/the feeling is everything

After I published a recent blog (parenthetically entitled ‘My Manifesto’), I received a lot of comments regarding one particular assertion I’d made.

The assertion I made was this; no one has made a truly great piece of popular music in years.

Many people were infuriated by this statement. From some of their responses, I got the sense that what I’d written was being taken as a personal affront (or perhaps, a suggestion of lacking taste).

After all, the world has literally been drowning in new music over the past 10 years. How can it possibly be that absolutely none of it is brilliant?

In addition (chimed in many of these irate respondents), there is a tremendous variety of music being made outside of the mainstream (a lot of it indie or underground) which is terrific. Right?

Recently, I had lunch with a friend who I (and many others) consider to be a luminary in the music world. We hadn’t seen one another for a few years and got caught up. As is often the case, the conversation turned to our collective occupation/infatuation and it’s current doldrums.

As is also often the case, I felt compelled to state my feelings about the condition our condition is in. My surface agenda in doing this was to discuss new approaches to music production/facilitation.

My hidden agenda in addressing these issues was to construct a short cut to the creme filling inside (aka, a solution). I believed (in all my naivete) that as two highly intelligent gentlemen, my friend and I could find a common ground and potentially solve a few of the world’s problems over a staggeringly expensive hamburger (oh, how I love LA).

As we spoke, my friend made it clear he felt similarly- that there are indeed issues beleaguering the world of popular music.

However, he seemed to feel the issues were mainly those which plague the recording industry (and pertain to how few records are being purchased by the public sector).

It turned out that he did not agree with much else I was saying. He found the notion that popular music is in trouble (or in any type of a decline at all) to be absurd and laughable. In fact, he categorically disagreed with every statement I made regarding contemporary popular music (and how it is lacking feeling or emotional resonance).

Instead, my friend asserted that there is an ample quantity of great music being made these days- as there has always been. His feeling was that music sales are dropping because music is readily available for free on the internet. It was his opinion that any perceptible decline in music could be ascribed to cyclical changes in musical sales, quality and styles (all of which have occurred similarly, in times {and governed by conditions relevant to those times} bygone).

He further suggested that my assertions were not unlike those of all the disgruntled, disenfranchised individuals (in other words, ‘grumpy old men’) down through time immemorial (who disgustedly refer to the music of successive newer generations as ‘noise’).

From his perspective, the issue I was addressing was more indicative of an ‘age-gap’, as opposed to being of a ‘quality-gap’.

I like this man a great deal- moreover, I admire and respect him immensely. His life achievements are as noteworthy as some of them are downright historic. Additionally, he’s one of the smartest people I’ve met in our collective field (as well as being an absolute gentleman).

None of this had any bearing on our conversation (or on our points of disagreement).

Here, I will reiterate my original statement, which is; no great records/music have/has been made in the last few years. For argument’s sake, I’ll say it’s been within the past 5 years- it could be more like 7, even 10.

Now please note; I’m not speaking about ‘good’ records. I am speaking of ‘great’ records; superlative records. Timeless records.

There are plenty of good records being made now- even a few mainstream records are ‘good’. There’s good music everywhere- you may have to dig a little, but you’ll find some.

However, good isn’t actually great.

In order to qualify that statement, I will define exactly what I mean when I use the term ‘great’ in the context of popular music. To do this, I will now provide a miniscule assortment of examples which absolutely define what is ‘great’.

‘The White Album’ is great. ‘Are You Experienced’ is great. ‘Exile On Main Street’ is great. ‘Astral Weeks’, ‘Harvest’, ‘Led Zeppelin 4′, ‘Highway 61 Revisited, ‘Electric Mud”, ‘Disraeli Gears’, ‘Five Leaves Left’, ‘Another Green World’, ‘Dark Side Of The Moon’, ‘Raw Power’, ‘Never Mind The Bollocks…’, ‘Desperado’, ‘London Calling’, ‘Innervisions’, ‘Computer World’, ‘Bitches Brew’, ‘For Your Pleasure’, ‘Tejas’, ‘Back In Black’, ‘Aja’, ‘Let’s Take It To The Stage’, ‘Poppa’s Got A Brand New Bag’, ‘Got My Mojo Workin”, ‘Evil’, ‘What’d I say’, ‘Liege And Lief’, ‘Nevermind’, ‘Substance’, ‘Vol 4′, ‘Rumours’, etc…

This is all undeniably great music. You don’t even have to like any of it, but its importance is indisputable.

These are records that changed people’s lives, lit a fire in their souls and under their asses. These are records (amongst others) which literally changed civilization because they managed to alter the way people saw their own world. In so doing, these records also changed how people think.

They mutated (and became a functional aspect of) our collective cultural and societal DNA.

I now present an obvious and natural rebuttal to my original statement (and one which I’ve been confronted with repeatedly- the lyrics are occasionally different but the melody is always the same).

That rebuttal goes a little something like this here; ‘of course those records are great, timeless, earth-shattering. Life-changing. They are classic, brilliant- even amazing. No one will ever be able to top them, therefore, a comparison between these recordings and those made currently is simply unfair’.

Unfair? Is it really?

What’s unfair about making a direct (if arbitrary) comparison between any given contemporary ‘hit” song and something truly classic (oh, how I despise using that term in this context, especially given its current connotation)?

What’s unfair about comparing ‘Let’s Spend The Night Together’ by The Rolling Stones to ‘Tik Tok’ by Ke$ha? (Besides the fact that Mick Jagger is name checked in the Ke$ha song).

How about comparing a Beatles song to a Coldplay song? ‘Dancing Queen’ by ABBA to ‘Paparazzi’ by Lady Gaga?

What’s unfair about any of that? Isn’t it all popular music?

Here is what I feel is unfair. It’s unfair that, when there are no fewer incredibly talented, creative people in this world right now (as opposed to any other time in history), none of these talented people are making music which can step to any of these older records. Or even, knock them out of their precarious perches.

And why is this so? Why aren’t very, very talented people making amazing records?

One reason is because the very talented people aren’t being required to do so.

No one knows what a great record feels like anymore (let alone how it sounds), hence how can they demand one?

We live in a society which is a thousand times more apathetic (and probably more psychotic) than was any previous society. People are completely sheltered and yet confronted with their own imminent mortality every single day. Everyone suffers from some degree of ADD and PTSD. We have all been conditioned, desensitized, brutally pummeled and beaten down through years of systematic, socialized and institutionalized abuse.

We’ve been repeatedly subjected to years of commercialized, fast-food culture, video games, bad grammar, bad music and bad movies. People like Puff Daddy/P. Diddy are our new role models. Everyone wants/feels entitled to receiving a million dollars (or yearns to devise a formula to make a million dollars).

We have dealt with death, destruction, the unimaginable and unthinkable on a daily basis via the news (as well as total and constant information overload via the internet) until the communal nervous system has become worn down and shot to fragments.

One might think, that in a society whose denizens suffer as those in this society, quality entertainment would be what saves the day. During The Great Depression, two of the most profitable (and cathartic) businesses were music and film. The movies and popular song filled downtrodden people’s lives with hope- helped them hang on through another day, just so they could make it to the next one.

Not so now. Mediocrity has become the standard, not the exception. We’ve been gradually led down an illusory primrose path of cognitive dissonance where up is down and right is wrong.

We have become brainwashed to accept and finally, to believe that something good is actually something great.

Now, in the interest of equanimity, I’ll open the floor to my friend from the lunch meeting.

Perhaps, (as he suggested) my statement about music no longer being great is merely the familiar echo of every crotchety, grumpy, old-fart generation that ever existed. Perhaps, my point is nothing more than a redux of the eternal complaint which discharges from the collective gaping, stinking maw of every preceding older generation.

This is the perennial complaint which pertains to how abrasive the music and culture of every successive newer generation appears to be.

Perhaps, my point of view and my feelings are sullied by a subconscious bitterness toward these newer artists for any number of reasons which I, myself, am not even aware of.

Perhaps, the true crux of my issue is not what’s wrong in the world, but what’s wrong inside me. Perhaps age is my real problem, as opposed to any ability I might possess to discern expression, or even talent.

Perhaps, I feel threatened by the presence of virile black men grunting, moaning and groaning about wielding their unquenchable libidos over a primal beat.

Perhaps, I feel out of place listening to heavily auto-tuned white boys, snottily whining and whingeing over what appears to be a musical rendition of ‘Sounds From The Junkyard’.

Or, perhaps I feel uncomfortable listening to fragile, wispy, waify, indie-queens singing sans sensitivity about hyper-sensitive meaningless nothings.

Perhaps. Then again, if I’m so thoroughly blinded by ageist subjectivity and resentment, why is it that I hear other people registering the exact same comments as me?

And why is it, that when I hear people other than myself making the exact same comments as I am (about how dull and devoid of emotion popular music is), many of them happen to be half my age and younger? The same younger generation this new popular music has been tailor-made to fit?

And why is it, that (similar to the friend with whom I had an aforementioned lunchtime deliberation) most of the people who appear to be defending the current state of popular music, are in their 40′s, 50′s and 60′s? And, why are all of these people in their 40′s, 50′s and 60′s -who so valiantly defend the current state of popular music, people who work in (and around) the music industry?

Weird, isn’t it?

I don’t recall kids complaining about popular music when I was 17. I also don’t remember kids being dispassionate or detached about the music they listened to when I was younger.

In fact, I don’t recall kids doing much of anything regarding music, apart from single mindedly arranging their lives around it and devouring it rabidly.

I do recall heated arguments (one of which nearly came to blows) between friends as to whether Jimi Hendrix or Jimmy Page was the better guitarist.

I do recall seeing large mobs of kids heading toward the 72nd St subway station (in Forest Hills, Queens) so they could catch the E train to Madison Square Garden and see Led Zeppelin when they toured Physical Grafitti.

I do recall many occasions when I would sit with a circle of my friends around a stereo listening to record after record for hours at a time. Doing nothing else. In utter silence.

I do recall laying in the grass, staring up at the night sky and listening to a beat up, gurgly cassette tape of ‘Master Of Reality’ by Black Sabbath through a tinny earphone, plugged into a beat up, gurgly cassette machine. Listening over and over until the tape jammed.

I do recall sitting on the floor of my parents’ living room every Wednesday evening, long after everyone else had fallen asleep. There I was, as still as could be, frozen amidst a massive, labyrinthine tangle of wires arranged just right. I would perform this ritual in order to catch the faintest wisps of the obscure progressive rock I thrived on (which was broadcast from the New Jersey college radio stations WFMU and WFDU).

I remember the day that my mom brought home ‘Sergeant Pepper’. The amazing, beautiful noise which poured out of the beat up stereo speakers and enveloped me was beyond the comprehension of an ingenuous child of 7. I was enthralled, beguiled and my life permanently altered.

All of these recollections will remain emblazoned in my memory until I draw my last breath. All these experiences were sensory, sensual and rich- they augmented, enhanced and reframed my existence. They were life changing and the sensations which accompanied them would recur for me repeatedly as the years went on. Those sensations were (and are) always stirred up when I would listen to a piece of music which harkened me back to another time in my life.

When I was younger, everyone I knew had the exact same experience of what music was and what it did to a person.

How does this parallel the way young people currently experience music or life? Is there any parallel at all?

Perhaps my desire is to see the entire world return to a familiar, more innocent time. Or, perhaps my desire is for other people to experience something amazing in their present that I experienced in my past.

Popular music is wallpaper now. It’s less of a participatory experience than it ever was before. It’s not even a spectator sport- instead, it’s more of a secondary, supplemental experience; a kind of cultural Hamburger-Helper.

Music would be more like a drug, if it could actually alter someone’s perception (as it used to). Instead, video games, celebrity and drama are our new drugs.

Popular music exists now merely as an accompaniment to something of higher priority in a person’s life- a movie, a video, a car ride, a conversation, a change of clothes, brushing your teeth.

The popular music of now demands nothing from a listener. Even at it’s most intrusive, invasive and abrasive, it is the perfect soundtrack for an ADD generation. Music can only contend as background noise to enhance another activity or can be completely tuned out and ignored at will.

The excitement of popular music is only marginally stimulating when compared to the massive adrenalin highs derived from quaffing corn syrup and caffeine-infused beverages (while killing endless multitudes of nameless computer generated soldiers, street thugs or monsters in some nameless video game).

I don’t recall music ever being this disposable before. Is this a cycle we’re going through (as my friend suggested), or is it an aberration that no one prepared for?

It’s significant that much of the older music which I’ve previously referenced is not perceived as being nostalgic by recent generations. This is in very dramatic contrast to how music from 20-30 years previous to my generation was perceived by my generation- sappy, drippy, sentimental, nostalgic (and only to be revisited as some kind of fad)

To many children of this present generation, music from 20-50 years ago is still seen as relevant- certainly listenable, durable and definitely not nostalgic. Why do you suppose that is?

Why do younger generations still listen to Led Zeppelin or The Beatles? Can it simply be (as my friend from the lunch meeting might suggest) because music is so readily available on the internet?

Or could it instead, be because nearly 60 years on, no one has been able to surpass these artists? No one has yet come along to make these artists as irrelevant (or ‘of their time’) as Doo Wop music had been made irrelevant (and ‘of its time’) to those of us growing up in the 1970′s?

Many people born since the 1970′s have heard artists like Led Zeppelin and while they can see the relative value in this music, they also can’t have the same experience that we (who grew up with it) had.

Why? Because Led Zeppelin is ultimately a product of its times- hence, it is also music for its time.

No matter how remarkable their records are, Led Zeppelin (and the other artists I’m referencing) actually have little or no relevance to this modern generation. That is because this music doesn’t truly speak to the generation of now- it speaks to the generation of then. Other generations. My generation.

As sacrilegious as this may sound, the most valuable thing about Led Zeppelin (or any of this older music), isn’t necessarily the music (especially as it pertains to current generations). It isn’t even what the music represents or how reverential we become upon hearing it.

It is instead the vitality- the emotion one gets from hearing it. The soul. The feeling.

This soul, this feeling is what takes Led Zeppelin (and any other great artist) out of the context of simply being another great band which spoke the language of a different generation at a different time and creates a continuum regarding how they can still affect people in the present time.

This is the essence, the true essence of what makes a great record.

Again, I ask- who has made (or heard) a record of this like in many years? If it exists, please let everyone in the world hear it, because, no matter how obscure it is- we all desperately need to experience new music which swims in and exudes feeling.

The feeling in/from music is far more important than the music itself because the music is merely the vehicle used to transmit the feeling. The feeling is everything.

Being able to commune with the feeling of Led Zeppelin (or any of the other artists referenced) is a far greater, more meaningful (and ephemeral) thing than simply listening to it.

How does one commune with music (as opposed to just listening to it)?

It’s entirely personal. This is for certain- once you become aware of being able to commune with the feeling of music (as opposed to merely listening to it), you will be forever changed. When you begin to commune with music, you can alter time and space- all of reality.

There are good records being made all the time. But are they emotionally compelling? Moving? Do they have the intrinsic power to mobilize and bring people together or, (with the possible exception of exhorting others to get tipsy in the club) do they lack this power?

Does the music of now have the transformative power that has always been requisite to and implicit in all popular music of the past? Does it have the feeling?

Over time, we, as a society, have clearly lost our trajectory regarding what defines something as being great (as opposed to merely being good). Ultimately, what makes music great is it’s feeling, the emotion it transmits; it’s power to heal, to transform, to inspire.

Since that feeling is absent from daily life in contemporary society, how can it possibly exist in the popular music made in that same society?

There are definitely new records which are good, well done- even clever. Today, I was listening to a some recent music and I heard the Cee-Lo Green track ‘Fuck You’.

As it began playing, I actually stopped daydreaming for a moment. I began paying attention.

This song is fun, entertaining, vulgar, clever. Cee-Lo has a wonderful voice- he’s a marvelous singer and everything about the way it interacts with the track is terrific. There are background vocals. It’s got a decent groove. The sentiment it embodies is universal- anyone can relate to it.

By all rights, I should have fallen in love with this song.

The problem is, I didn’t fall in love with it. Once you get past the production and how good Cee-Lo’s voice sounds, all that’s left is the joke. And the joke really lasts for less than a minute- no matter how well the little production flourishes help to drag it out.

After that’s gone, there isn’t a lot happening. The joke goes away, the smile gradually fades from one’s face and one is left with a relatively empty experience. It’s a one-trick pony.

Compare this to something of wonderment and insane brilliance, such as- ‘Like A Rolling Stone’, by Bob Dylan. This song keeps you enthralled, enrapt by the power of the singer’s delivery, on the edge of your seat, waiting, waiting for each succeeding line just to feel the sting of his blistering sentiment (even after having heard the song dozens of times).

You can feel how sure of himself Dylan is and, at the same time, he almost sounds as if he is surprising himself by each successive line he spits out with so much contempt.

Each new moment in the song is the first moment of all creation. That is true artistic genius.

What raw, visceral energy. What blinding brilliance. What power. Who is able to do this now?

And then, there’s the music- the track.

Actually, who cares about the track? Sure, it’s great, well done, Al Kooper snuck in to play organ on it, the arrangement is great and the whole thing sounds like a scratchy ’60′s song. What difference does any of that make? Sure, it’s got balls- it’s exciting- even stirring. Yippee.

The most important thing about the song is the part of it that keeps you hooked and stays with you.

And just what is that? Is it the memory of Dylan’s voice in all its scratchy, sardonic and abrasive brilliance? Is it his harmonica playing in the breaks between his vocals? Is it the overall greatness of the song, is it the lyrics, is it Al Kooper’s (essentially jammed, but) brilliant B3 track?

No- it’s none of those things. What stays with you while you hear the song (and what stays with you long, long after the song is done) is the sensation of it. The visceral emotion. The feeling.

The feeling is what makes music live forever. The feeling is what sticks in your brain and your body on every subsequent listen and for the rest of your life. The feeling is what makes you live forever.

The feeling is everything.

Once you find it, you’ll start to look for the feeling in everything. It’s in music, in your soul, in your life. It’s in the very molecules which surround you and make up your world.

When you find the feeling, it will always be there for you. It will always remind you of what is ultimately true for you and what is not. It will teach you about the greatness in the world (and in yourself).

Finding the feeling will ultimately and totally obliterate the delusion that good is actually great.