Monday 21 September 2009

One last chance to make it real.

The night's busting open, these two lanes will take us anywhere.

This short essay begins as it means to go on, with the premise that "Thunder Road" represents the very zenith of human musical achievement. Feel free to read on whether or not you're fortunate enough to have come to terms with this stark, clear reality, or if you're still trawling the musical backwaters in search of your own private dream records.

You can't trawl a backwater, I guess, but when it comes to mixing fishing metaphors, I'm a shark with a brand new tackle box.

It's barely possible to walk down Penny Street, enter the library/museum/Starbuck's or log into facebook without it being asserted, re
-asserted and subsequently confirmed by someone that Lancaster is a veritable sturgeon of raw talent, swollen to bursting point, stuffed to the gills (I'll stop now) with incredible artists, songwriters, dancers and actors.

If I had a bowl of kedgeree for every time I'd heard...

There's something magical about this place... It's just unbelieveable how much great talent there is in this tiny town...

... well, I would essentially have too much kedgeree. It doesn't keep, you know.

That's the end of the fish references now, guys. Really. You get the idea, though, right? The town is just normal. It's got a normal number of buildings with a normal number of people in them with a reasonable distribution of guitars, pianos, drumkits, violins, paint brushes and yoga mats. Actually, maybe more yoga mats than normal. Of those people, some do their art in a way that is pleasing/powerful/moving/credible and the overwhelming majority don't.

Now, I'm not here to be a joyless trout about it. I love this place. I have the privilege and pleasure of regularly interacting with a good number of people who have powerfully enriched the flavour of the delicious anchovy dip that is my musical life.

This is not a romance, though. If we think Lancaster itself is what's causing this, we're basically abandoning mathematics. What's causing it is that people like making music/drawing pictures/weaving baskets/dancing and they like doing it in the vicinity of other real people and forming clubs, societies, bands and support groups to make their hobby more likely to be fruitful. This happens everywhere.

Yet so often we gaze at the "Lancaster scene" like a shoal of teenagers who have fallen in love for the first time. Like a stickleback waiting to grow into a blue whale.

I know what you're thinking...

"What's the point, Wright, you curmudgeonly old twat?"

Well, Lancaster, I'm here to tell you my point, so draw up a chair.

The almighty fucking legend Bruce Sprinsteen sings so sweetly in his actually perfect anthem "Thunder Road"...

Show a little faith, there's magic in the night
You ain't a beauty, but hey, you're alright.

I step out most evenings armed with a rock hard plectrum and a small notebook of chord/lyric reminders. More often than not they'll get used in some open mic or after
-pub wine drinking error.

I'm easy.

I just love the town. I love people singing. I love it when someone's written (or just loves!) a song and wants you to hear it even if it is a bag of shit. Because a heartfelt song is someone being there.

I see so many different people, and all too often I'm aware that they have never met each other. It seems so sad to me. Such lovely people. Such a great hobby. Such a reason to have hope. Show a little faith. After all, there's magic in the night, right, boss?

I have endlessly deliberated. How come the guys who bang out the solo (note perfect) from Hotel California every Tuesday at the Golden Lion don't know the guys who sing their own songs at the Yorkie or the Storey? They'd get on so well. Especially in a community that so often bemoans limited audiences and insufficient networking opportunities.

Of course, we know the answer.

If we're going to set up events that showcase the latest great talent, if we're going to write critical reviews, if we're going to set up little labels and function as each other's PR companies with helpful photography sessions, friendly write ups, etc... in short become a like-for-like microcosm of the systems that we percieve as damaging when writ large... we draw a line.

A line that, sadly, I will see one side of on a Tuesday and the other on a Friday.

Such lovely people living so close to each other with so much in common separated merely by desired outcomes.

Open mics devoid of great songwriters because they're at the Storey on Friday and on Diversity on Saturday afternoon so they don't really want to do all of it anymore. Bands putting in conservative, solid performances because there's a fair chance of them getting reviewed.

Of course, it's many artists' desire to move on at some point... to leave the amateur scene in favour of the professional environments, but what are we doing professionalising the proving grounds? People are being selected to play at showcase shows, reviewed on the internet, talked about on the radio before they've played in public twice and after getting a demo together one Sunday afternoon at a mate's house.

There were no fewer that ten "album launches" this summer in Lancaster, mostly of this kind. They were generally put on and promoted in a professional manner, the papers were told, facebook was alive. The events were publically reviewed and the CDs pored over and analysed.

We are collectively holding this stuff up and saying "hey, guys, look at Lancaster, it's amazing! Check out our raw awesome talent."

It's not amazing though, is it? It's great that we're doing it and helping each other. It's great that we're singing and dancing and drinking and networking and recording and taking pictures and playing at being great artists. But honestly, if we hold it all up saying "this is Lancaster, world, come and tap into our incredible depths of magnificent art" the world will look back and say "dudes, this is happening everywhere. You're just people making records. Hold up your geniuses and we'll pay attention."

Of course, there have been some excellent artists in this town over time. If only there was a fish based metaphor I could use to describe the phenomenon of a big artist in a small town.

I wonder if they finally got to grips with the Boss's most perfect gift...

We've got one last chance to make it real, to trade in these wings on some wheels
Climb in the back, heaven's waiting on down the tracks.



=============================

David Wright is a local songwriter and member of the group New Zealand Story.

Their album Show Your Workings is available for listening and download here:

http://newzealandstory.bandcamp.com/

It's awesome and you should buy it if you like it, as that's what keeps the band going.

3 comments:

Unknown said...

If I want a 'note perfect' solo from Hotel California I'll listen to The Eagles not some second-hand xerox in a pub. That's the problem I have with cover bands, with X Factor etc. That's why they are not worth my time. I saw a rock cover band recently whose singer even introduced songs with the same lines used by the original on the live album. Where's the interest in that?
On the other hand I saw you cover songs recently and make them sound like part of your own oeuvre, taking great songs and adding something, a personal twist, and I loved it.
The fact is that Lancaster HAS got a lot of both types of act, a lot of talent. From what I'm told it has far more creative life than Preston or Carlisle so we should shout that fact loud, and if we get told so what, then so what. Some fell on stony ground, but some...
Kev McVeigh (self-appointed arbiter of taste for Lancaster)
ps you're right about Thunder Road.

Pottermum said...

surely its not about which town/city does its music/art scene best. That's too subjective. It's about how well we glue our community together through the events that we organise. sometimes i truely believe that i know everyone in Lancaster. I obviously don't. It's just that i know most of the people that go to the events that i go to. Surely there must be more than 30 people in Lancaster that like things that i like. How do we use our tools n powers of connection to tap into them? Indeed .... Do we care enough to bother?

kim mcgowan said...

I really enjoyed your thoughtful post thanks, David.

There are people working really hard to support creativity in Preston too, see Preston Writing Network at http://prestonwritingnetwork.blogspot.com/ and Harvey Lord is playing at Word Soup #5 tonight http://prestonwritingnetwork.blogspot.com/2009/09/word-soup-5-line-up.html

cheers, kim