06/11/2021
As Arthur Conley said: Do you like good music?
I'm tired.
Tired of labels. Neo rockabilly, surf, indie (independent – think about it, ridiculous), indie rock, rock, I mean – just rock, how can music be just “rock”? Punk, punk rock, garage punk, garage, 60's garage – what the f**k?! What's a “60's garage” band anyway? I hate the term. The label. As I understand the meaning of garage band, it's a band that yet hasn't kicked the door out of the f**king garage they are practicing in. So what is a “60's garage” band then? A band practicing in a garage in the 1960's? Apparently not. Not if you take a look at all the bands who label themselves “60's garage”. And by the way. If all the black clad “60's garage” heads have a problem with being labeled “influenced by” - then maybe you should loosen your tight slacks and get on with it. Because without the blues, the gospel, rockabilly and blue grass – there would have been no Beatles. No Rolling Stones. No Mel Tormé. No Ween, The Fall, The Meteors, The Sonics or Blues Explosion.
If you type – you will mostly see pictures of what could be a Prince Valiant theme party, or a dress up contest, a vintage instrument showcase, or a goddamn clone party.
Same thing with rockabilly. Pastel colors, bop hair. Cute chicks with cherry lips and f**king US vintage cars that look like wedding cakes. Dressing up. Contesting.
Is punk a genre? No way. It's an attitude. It's a free form. F**k the word punk. It was a great name of New York fanzine in the late 70's – but the media took it and labeled a whole generation with it. If punk was a genre (f**k the word; genre), it was there all the time. Past, present and forever. How about freedom. Is that a genre. Can you label someone “FREE”? Think about it!
The music medias. What do they know. Apparently nothing. Maybe they don't need to know. But hey, it's not really their fault. These days they don't have to write anything about the music scene – it's our fault, there's nothing interesting to read or write about, because we have taken over the media jobs. Or they let us. There's no real music media greats anymore. No great, fearless, action packed music reports anymore. It's tame and it's lame. Now we have Facebook and Instagram.
We write our own story, with or without filter. Like I do. I can just write whatever the f**k is running through my mind. Like here. Unfiltered. Filtered. Good or bad. Is that wise? Maybe – maybe not.
Who's on the bill?
Oh, surprise surprise.
I have labeled my band before. For what reason? To try, once and for all, to shut up the label-parties. POWERSOLO = Donkey Punk. Didn't work. What the f**k does that mean anyway? Punk Donkey. Wild. Stubborn. Yes, maybe. Stubborn punk. Why not?! Whatever. It doesn't make a goddamn difference. It's about the music isn't it. How well the band plays and performs on stage. How original your record album is. And when I say original – I mean original – not a remake of an original. How weird can a band be. That's interesting. How wild is the lead singer. Is she re****ed? Is he manic-depressive? Interesting. They have some great blues influences. They don't look alike. They don't wear uniforms. Interesting.
If it's good, it's good – come out and see for yourselves. If it's wild, tender, loud, quiet, fast, slow, red, hot and blue. If it smells of quality balls and estrogen. Then it's prolly worth spending time with.
To heck with labels. F**k genre. Let's talk about style.