Tomorrow night I'll be seeing a hell of a show. On the heels (which should read "heals") of a battered scene the likes of this shit, we're in what they call "the rebuilding season" of bands either gracing us with fresh material or nostalgic hat tipping to the past. In the midst of all of this is a growing community of bands and labels not only standing up for, but truly representing, an outcry of good, passionate music the likes of not what we want - but are in dire need to consume.
Sure, we can still get excited for new material from bands like Glassjaw, Thursday, Bayside or even Sunny Day Real Estate (hey, whatever happened with that?), but we need to be more excited with the availability of fresh faces getting us through the day.
The past few nights, the kitchen crew and I have been rocking some old school Bled and Brand New and Fenix TX - remembering the good times; the progressive onset; the joy of saying, "Wow, this band actually stepped it up a notch." That said band might have stepped it up from being great already, not "Oh, well, this is a bit better than the pile of dog shit I've heard before."
This all brings me to my biggest gripe of the evening, and something that's been boiling inside me for some months now: what's with all the new genres? What the fuck is "chillwave?" It just sounds like a more electronic throwback to the "new wave" top 40 of the '80s. And "witch house?" Someone said it best when they said, "Yeah, I remember this, but it was called goth and/or industrial."
There's certainly nothing wrong with bands like Best Coast or Salem - bands taking something old and making it fresh again - but do we really need to deem it under another fucking genre? How many assholes with their heads up their asses need to be in a room to justify this shit? When did this whole writing/editorial game become so tiresome that we had to make up new bullshit terms to make us sound "hip" and "revolutionary."
The funny thing about all of this is I think half those bands don't think "What new genre can I invent?" It's the jackasses like myself that put the plastic tags on the mattresses and say, "Do not remove under penalty of douchebaggery!"
I understand this entry must sound muddled and all over the place. (Which of my entries are not?) I guess I've just been thinking about how the cream is finally starting to rise to the top this year. It seems like many listeners are finally sick of the hand that feeds them, and are biting back at the "flavors of the week" and supporting honest music done without an industry's mask.
The Republic of Wolves' Varuna makes me feel that way. The Narrative's self-titled makes me feel that way. Native's Wrestling Moves makes me feel that way. These are all different sounding records. They're all rock records - plain and simple - but they all have distinct touches that make them separate to the ear.
Tomorrow I'm seeing a hell of a tour. The next night I'm seeing a hell of a tour. Next weekend I'll be seeing what I think is the best festival in Austin. There's so much good music out there this year, but take this warning: Enjoy it and don't think too much into it. Don't think you're the first one to have discovered it, because nine times out of ten, it was done before. Most importantly, share it and bring together a strong community of support behind it. A community of ideas that's constantly building upon each other.
The marketplace of the new industry is slowly brewing. People are sick of the meek - and they will not inherit our headphones any longer.
Okay, maybe I don't even know where I was going with any of this. It made more sense in my head on the drive home from work.