Saturday 4 August 2012

Does Hell Exist? – We’re Certainly Not Far From It!

Earth 2032, the final strands of the resistance are crushed and music lovers all over the world now receive their music through one channel only – legal downloads of mind-implanted MP3’s provided by one massive music corporation (maybe called Sony-Cowell Corp for arguments sakes) where the only music available is from artists currently signed to that label – everything else is illegal! (You could say a Fahrenheit 451-like world except no one is burnt alive only tortured through the obvious ear-bleeding torture of having to listen to the above label’s artists)

I’m sure we would all agree this is the perfect vision of hell for all lovers of tasteful music and beyond! But, what I would like to ask here is how much of this far-fetched fictional story could well become non-fiction? In my opinion – we’re half way there!!

Does anyone remember when the world of music used to be an exciting, individual, none-generic free place? I do, and I pray it will return one day. Sadly, we are nearing this place at a very steady pace!

Now, I’m not gonna rattle on about how much I hate the likes of X Factor, Take Splatt and the army of other factory generated teeny boppers’ wet dreams that are out there as you already know that! But, I am gonna talk about the current influence they have over the majority of these ‘people’ when it comes to buying music and other associated products that they endorse.

An example of what I’m on about is currently being acted out in the Olympics that are taking place in our country. At the glorious corporate games you are currently only allowed to eat a certain fast food product at event arenas. There are also stories about people not being able to buy certain food, drink and other merchandise without possessing a certain well known credit card and not with cash!

Now, I know the Olympics have very little to do with the far world of music, but if you look at today’s breed of popular musicians/bands you often get the feeling they do their full time jobs part time as the majority of their time they spend promoting perfumes, sports products and other assorted trinkets that they receive vast amounts of money for.

To me, this only adds to one thing – their ‘part time’ job (musician) creates nothing but pure shite! The only reason they sell so many records is because they are famous beyond belief and that you see images of them everywhere endorsing above mentioned products. In other words – you really can’t escape them in your every day life as you are beaten into submission to actually knowing and hearing these musicians/bands music. The words – ‘you can’t win’ springs to mind (or if you were a Trekky like me “resistance is futile”)

So, back to my initial point about there being only one all-powerful music label that releases ALL music to the world and bans any other music from the past and present (they are currently know as independent labels and music shops). Their wheels rely heavily on promotion and promoting their music with the help of famous people and other z-list celebrities who gladly suck the balls of any executive who waves a massive cheque under their eyes for their ‘services’ thus helping the lovely, harmless, fluffy bunny world of the nice risk-free world of pop music continues to live happily ever after.

This is not a brave new world, this is a world where no one gets angry, no one causes a scandal, no one swears, no one fights, no one sleeps with sleazy groupies, no one sleeps with their best friend’s wife, no one EVER drinks or takes drugs and most important of all – no one ever makes a fool of themselves!! Which brings me nicely to my next point...?

Does anyone remember the days when certain musicians wouldn’t really give a fuck about making a fool of them selves on stage? Or, more to that fact – being humiliated on stage by a fan who had for example thrown a drink or other assorted delicacies sold in the auditorium they didn’t feel like eating? (I remember seeing Arthur Lee’s teeth fall out one night. He simply picked them up and carried on playing his mouth organ) However, they were rare days when the band/musician and the audience had a special relationship. You could call it mutual respect. Or a marriage of convenience   

These days never mind throwing food or beverages at some sexy, shiny superstar on stage!! If you ever managed to get within ten feet of these detached demy-gods you will certainly have your collar felt by some steroid-with the chance of losing a few teeth or the possibility of breaking a limb!!

Now, I know you think I’m going on a bit here and having a moment, but if you go back to the start of this story and really THINK about what that world would be like to live in and listen to music in – I’d say that was a perfect vision of hell! But, what can we collectively do about it? Well, there are a number of solutions which I have thought of:

1. Support local music and local music venues! Stay away from ‘big’ venues that promote ‘big’ bands/musicians that rely on ‘big’ sponsorship!!! They are run by and support the Devil himself! – fact!!!

2. Go to your local independent record shop and buy something you’ve never heard before. It may turn out to be shit, it may not! The point is you DID IT!  I’ll guarantee you will feel good about yourself and you will receive some sort of absolution for all those shite records you bought that you thought were cool at the time when you also thought ‘Juice’ and ‘Naf Naf’ sweatshirts were cool! (Ben – stop laughing and take a look in your wardrobe ye wool)

3.  Do not in any way what so ever purchase, promote, big up or be associated with any music that has the slightest link or association with Simon Cowell and his business ‘partners’ as you are not doing yourself any favours regarding your own street-cred and are only fanning the flames of initial story of this Blog (see top)

So, all things said, I would like to say I know we can’t change all of the future, but we can certainly shape which way it may head weather it be bad or good ... I’m hoping it’s good

Go forth

Peace




Mol