Photography by eckyducky
As much as I’d love to look at boobs & listen to Newsom, it is time to move forward. Tis life, eh? Yes tis. Feeling better today, feeling more “me”, a little R&R, a good night’s sleep, and an hour riding in the basement to the 2003 Tour de France will do any man right.
How about last evening’s post & rebirth of Peanut’s Playground, eh? Europe? I know! Fucking awesome. So thankful to have him on the team.
What? Oh, don’t worry, I won’t start slackin’ on you, delegating the bloggin’ and whatnots. There’s WAY too much music out there to listen to, too many all-consuming obsessions that need to be shared & discussed, too many tangents to go on together, don’t you think? Like today with Take A Bow by Greg Laswell!
Now, I’ll be honest, as you’ve come to expect that from me by now, I hope. I have no clue who Greg Laswell is… That’s more of a comment about me than him, because if I had a dollar for every artist I didn’t know, needless to say, I’d be typing this on my couch in my underwear. Fortunately, for the future book report writers of America, we have wikipedia which informed me that:
Greg Laswell is a musician, recording engineer, and producer from San Diego, California. He has released three studio albums: Good Movie in 2003, Through Toledo in 2006, and Three Flights from Alto Nido in 2008, as well as several EPs and special singles. Many of his songs have been featured in films and television shows.
Well there you go. And according to his website, he’ll be one of the, apparently, 4,213,110 bands playing in Austin, TX at SXSW next month.
Okay, what a second. That’s just ONE venue and it has 20 bands playing? Huh? I’ve never been to SXSW and judging from just this one flyer, it does not look like a tsuru-good time. The idea of hanging around in Austin squeezing into bar after bar after bar (ouch, my liver hurts already) only to see a band play for less than an hour?
Add in all the blog parties, magazine parties, in-the-know parties, ‘vip only’ parties, RSVP parties, party parties, and I don’t know, it just sounds like a whole bunch of standing around, drinking cheap beer, hoping to be “seen”, while hoping to catch a snippet of a band.
To each their own, to be sure, if that’s your thing, lard bless ya, but it’s one of those things that goes ZIING! PEE-YOO! right over my head, maybe even taking a nick out of my ear.
To be honest, I used to be kinda jealous of all the bloggers & music crickets who went down there. But now, I think I rather spend that money on a trip with Baby to Japan or France or Ecuador (we really want to hit the Gallapagos Islands) and maybe get my ass over to Tampa, Mesa, and Toronto, and see some family. Or maybe even head up to Calgary to visit from friends and catch a small music “festival” (or is that more of the same)?
So, what is SXSW? Is it basically a bunch of “dancing monkeys” (thank you Colin Meloy) trying to get press attention? I’ve said it thousand times, I’ll say it a thousand more… I’m SO GLAD I’m not in a band. Don’t know how you do it guys. I’m so glad you do, so so glad you do, but yeah, I don’t know how. If it was me, I’d probably just make music in my basement in my off-time at Arby’s tossing up a few songs on a blog somewhere for the 6 people who’ll randomly stumble upon it can listen if they accidentally click the play button.
But (believe it or not) this isn’t a SXSW post, it’s a Greg Laswell post (I think). And granted, I don’t know any of his previous work, I do have Take A Bow floating around my skull. The wiki quote way up there said that a bunch of his songs have been used in TV & movies and yeah, I can totally see that. The songs have a “Coldplay-ism” about them, hell, Greg’s voice is even similar to the Coldplay singer. Now, to the super-indie-set, this may all sound like a negative, minus 8 internet points, etc. It isn’t. Yeah, it’s not a “challenging record”. It won’t get you to question your preconceived notions of what makes music good or whatever. It’s just well-crafted layered & heart-felt pop songs and I think it was Paul McCartney who once asked, “what’s wrong with that?” Nothing, man, nothing.