you know that feeling…
when you see a drunk guy who is getting into a fight, who just wants the world to know how serious he is, and in your mind you sympathize with his predicament, because you know that if you were “that drunk you’d want the world to know how serious you are,” but you’d never be duped into expressing it, well… everything we do… comes from that feeling, but beyond. sober. asleep. 110% of the time that we are alive, to the point where we can’t sleep. now… imagine that.
With all due respect, I don’t think I’ve ever been so disgusted with what one would call our present-day local “music scene”. Hell, I don’t even see why we are flattering ourselves claiming it as such.
I would like to know when all of these free, emotionally-driven, basement born shows had manifested into such a gluttonous, parasitic cult, led by the stereotypical, conniving, money-hungry promoters who do nothing but milk musicians of their time and talent, promising them a measly opening slot on their so-called “show” as long as they can manage to sell what to them is a “quick 50 tickets worth $15 a piece”. Little do these sloths know, they are forcing a negative mindset amongst the new musicians, bands, and fans only one generation’s length away, creating an irreversible domino effect of false impressions and ideas. Convincing the same handful of friends to come to the same shows they have already seen a dozen times builds nothing but aggravation, not a better fan base.
I have this relentless ulcer of frustration consuming me from the inside out, caused by those who advertise violence and destruction as a point to see them play, or encouraging their fans to harm against one another in an effort to make their live performance more entertaining to make up for their inadequate musicianship. And we have those involved on the other side of the spectrum, whose sole purpose creating a “band” is for no other reason than to persuade an underage female to sleep with them on the back of their tour bus at local shows, festivals, etc.
Anyone reading this article has witnessed this pitiful state of where we are in this time, we’ve already seen it to believe it. New Jersey (as well as everywhere with this similar situation), where are you? Where has everyone been this past decade?
Why do I feel like I am one of the outspoken few who has the true willingness to take a strong stand?
Yes, maybe I am only a single human being of a youthful 19 years, but no longer am I impressionable. Furthermore, I know anyone else who has been around this dumpster-of-a-scene long enough isn’t either.
As only one underground band in this monstrous pool of people we will not be able to pull this off single handedly. This is a shout out to all of the unseen bands, fans and friends within our own area code as well as the outside world. All of your favorite bands will venture miles upon miles to perform for you, and just imagine their reaction to an unresponsive crowd (if they even have one) or to the promoter barely tipping them their amount due for gas. There’s no worse feeling than leaving a show empty-handed, whether it be making new friends or having a nice plate of food to eat. In some cases the band may have such a terrible experience they may not even want to come back on their next tour.
While we were on our “HOTSummer Tour” of 2011, a promoter/ musician’s activist by the name of Jared Bowers from Hamilton, Ohio, replaced the burden of bitterness and helplessness in our minds with nothing but love, nurture, and hope in all its purest elements. Without a question or favor to ask, he had taken us from the road, and had held us captive under his wings of hospitality. He ordered us plenty of food, beverages, and even friends to claim our own. Not only has he treated us this way, but he has also done this with more notable bands, such as The Swellers, O’ Brother, Evan Weiss from Into it. Over It., and many others to follow. I preach to put a positive spin on their long day of travel. Maybe provide them with a warm place to stay. Maybe cook them a meal. No matter how large or small our “gift” will be, the lengths of your generosity will never be taken for granted, I assure you. It’s always the simplest things that we remember, especially when we put all that we have, our jobs, our personal hobbies, or even our relationships on the line to deliver an honest message to you, as a great, yet humble attempt to impact your life for nothing but the better.
So why am I here? What is the point of my blunt anger and honesty?
On behalf of my highly held respect for all fans, friends, bands, and solo musicians, I want you all to know you’re not alone in this “fight for what is right”.
Say what you want, do what you want, and above all, feel what you want. I can promise you all your fans and listeners will want to hear the truth, and with validity and passion behind your words, thoughts, and musical ideas, you WILL “market”. Never think that you must write something in order to “conform” to what some may claim as better or more professional, because at the end of each song you have submitted something to the rest of us on this planet and cannot take it back, joining this “domino effect” in leaving new impressions on your listeners and fans. I’d like to think of my words as an opportunity for rebirth, a Renaissance in this time of uprising. I, and my band “Hands on the Stereo” are looking to bring back our once healthy and thriving music scene, cultivating and reassembling our strong ties that once held the framework of our family between humble musicians together.
And as a parting message, to those promoters who try to put a price on our musical expression, the last time I checked, true expression has only been found in the heart. Not in a fucking wallet.
-Matt Trawinski of Hands on the Stereo.
people probably believe these words coming from henry rollins, although this is basically a conversation we’ve been having for years.
some of our songs are about this very thing
As you already know, I can’t stop watching MTV’s The Real World. Last night, this year’s fey sociopath, Frank, who is like the spiritual hate-child of Ignatius J. Reilly and Blanche DuBois, cheated on his boyfriend out of promiscuity and lack of self-control. Although he claims that he…
“supporting the scene”
how many people do you know who only go see bands because their friends are in them, and they don’t actually enjoy or have an emotional connection to the music? do you ever feel this way?
well, kudos for supporting your friends.
but don’t act like you support the scene when you don’t listen to or care about any of the other bands playing, much less when you barely listen, and i mean really listen to your own friends’ music.
go out to see a show, don’t go to a show to be seen.
Listen to these bands, for the sake of your souls:
Earth Bound
Hetfield & Hetfield
Comadre
Burn The Radio!
HORSE the band
