I say this may be the only post I make regarding Idol for two reasons:
1. This season isn’t much to talk about
2. I don’t want this blog to become Idol Alley.
I was just thinking today about why they are choosing Adam Lambert as a mentor. I love Adam, don’t get the wrong idea here. I was just a little surprised. I mean, first of all, he didn’t win. And second of all, they’ve never asked another Idol finalist to do this. Right?
Are they just looking for more viewers? Hoping the Lambert fans will swarm the televisions for that tiny glance at his fabulous ass?
Maybe. I know I’ll definitely be watching.
But then that makes me wonder why they’ve never done this before. It would actually be a good idea I think. Why not have Kelly Clarkson or Carrie Underwood mentor? They’d be able to give decent advice regarding the show. How about Taylor Hicks? He needs the publicity, and his fans would LOVE to see THAT! haha..
Heck, why not toss Daughtry in there just for shits and giggles. He and Lee DeWyze are on the same page as far as genre goes.
Anywhoo, that’s my “idol” ish post. And I’m totally lying when I say this will be the only one. 😉
Growing up, music was my get away. Sometimes it was the lyrics that pulled me through a rough time, and others it was jamming out to KISS because I was in a really good mood. Regardless the reason, there was always music playing.
It started early. My dad taught me the “proper” way to listen to ‘Spirit in the Sky’, which, for those of you who don’t know, the proper way is full blast, shaking the house loud. 😉 He’s the one who introduced me to the Beatles, and Clapton. Styx and Journey. KISS and AC/DC. Dire Straits and Bob Dylan. And a million others..
I can vividly remember my mother coming home to Dad and I listening to “Cocaine” as loud as humanly possible. She’d just shake her head at us and call us “weird”. Then she’d join in and tell Dad to “play the good stuff…Let her hear what real music is”. (The Rolling Stones were usually her choice.)
And that lead to a life time of loving all things music.
I love the sound of an electric guitar. Especially when it’s paired with a killer beat. Something to make you forget why you were mad. Or some great lyrics to make you remember why you’re bouncing off the walls happy.
There are songs that have a great story behind them. Others, I just like the beat. Maybe even something simple as a single sentence. When a musician can make you feel something, make your heart rattle a little, give you goosebumps, that’s where the beauty lies.
Here’s a song that get me, every. time. Feel free to share a few of yours…
While We Cry- Kenny Wayne Shepherd
A few weeks ago I went to a Heart concert, and there was a band who opened for them I really enjoyed. The Tyler Bryant Band is their name, and this boy…well…he can play pretty good. So I’ll end this post with a short video.
I hope to keep hearing more from him.
Up next: The beauty of vocal abilities.
Given the name of my blog, this is probably pretty predictable. But my intention of this blog is for discussion purposes. I’m not going to constantly try to shove new “inde” music down your throat. It may, actually, be a rarity here. So if you want “fresh” and “new”, this might not be the blog for you…
And with that, I’m starting my adventure into the blogging world with a band who has been on my playlist since I was two years old.
“Brothers in Arms” was released in 1985. I was two. My father, who has introduced me to the majority of the bands on my playlist today, had bought the album (assuming shortly after released) on vinyl. Mmm…vinyl.
By the time I was 7, I had the album memorized. And would, while Dad was at work, of course, steal the album and play it on my very shabby record player.
I remember the day I got caught with said album.
“What do you think you’re doing?!” Dad yelled.
“I like this song..” I mumbled. (I’m about 90% sure it was Money For Nothing playing at the time..)
“You’re gonna scratch it!” He hollered as he turned it off and put the album back in its sleeve.
I laugh now. But I was truly heart broken on that day.
The fact I remember that day so clearly makes me giggle a bit. But it’s also a good example of what music has meant to me in my life.
My playlist is forever long. It changes day-to-day, and mood- to- mood. But it always comes back to rock and roll. There’s nothing better than the sound of a guitar.
And I’m fairly certain that Mark Knopfler is the most talented guitarist that has ever walked the planet.
If this isn’t proof, I don’t know what is:
(guitar solo from Sultans of Swing)
Any fan of the man knows that video, it’s nothing new or surprising. Just pure, classic, amazing guitar work. (I should note, Mark’s new album “Get Lucky” is a pretty dang good album, so go buy it. *wink wink* ) The best part, is that the man’s still got it. He hasn’t “fallen off” at all. He’s touring now, and I hope I get a chance to see him. It would mean a lot to me.
There’s something incredibly simple, but so complex to his music and lyrics. I think that’s what rattles me. Not many musicians can make you feel exactly what they do with nothing more than a guitar. Or a simple phrase…
I wish I could find a video of “We Can Get Wild” but you can listen to it here:
I’m pretty positive Mr. Knopfler will make another appearance on this blog. So for tonight I’ll just end it with this fantastic cover: