Posts Tagged A Day To Remember

There’s Hope in Them There Bands

I’m putting a lot of faith in the reunion of Fall Out Boy.

When the band was at its peak, I never truly appreciated what they were doing for the music scene. I was far too obsessed with 80s hair metal at the time and it really closed my mind to anything new. However, this time around, my mind is an open notebook and it is ready to be filled.

This could become a revival. The music scene has become stale and repetitive, which isn’t bad if it’s Friday night and you’re nine drinks deep, but when you’re scanning the radio, songs about only living once and staying up until 3 a.m. don’t quite speak to you.

Introduce a little change. Upset the established order, as the Joker would say. Bring bands to front of the airwaves from Sunday to Thursday, from 9 a.m. to 9 p.m. and you will see a rise in identification with modern music.

"And when it rains, Will you always find an escape? Just running away, From all of the ones who love you, From everything."

When Fall Out Boy started blowing up Fuse and MTV, I didn’t understand the appeal, but now I see what they did. They gave a voice to the generation that felt misunderstood, screwed over or just bored. Their clever hooks and upbeat melodies brought optimism and the music videos gave a narrative that could told a real story and could be followed.

Now, I would like to state that I enjoy the music of today. There’s a time and place for the songs that play constantly on the airwaves, though. Every day and anywhere is not proper for many of the acts. As a musician, I try to find appreciation in every style of music, and I have. Lil Wayne is clever. Skrillex is creative. Lady Gaga puts on one hell of a show.

"These words are all I have, so I'll write them."

What’s missing? Someone who embodies all of these at once.

While in high school, there were bands. Not boy bands. Not rap groups, but actual bands. Avenged Sevenfold, Paramore, A Day to Remember, Taking Back Sunday, My Chemical Romance, Green Day … the list goes on and on, but one thing is for certain, these acts will stand the test of time. One may call them angsty, but I call them personal and I’m not saying that modern acts will be forgotten and aren’t memorable, but they will certainly be labeled as “throwbacks” and obsolete very soon after their heavy rotation by weekend DJs is up.

The bands mentioned previously embody something much more. They’re personal. They are situational and speak to an individual. Favorite songs by an artist aren’t always the singles! They’re the songs that you listen to when you can’t sleep because you’re thinking about someone or that song that hit you just right and came into your life at the perfect time. Those songs stick with you on a daily basis. Songs about only having tonight are fundamentally flawed because we have more than tonight. Any sober mind can see that.

Most of the time, bands aren’t on major record labels and they can create a sound that is unique and experimental. Today’s Top 40 songs can be sung by different artists and it won’t mean anything different. The lyrical content of bands, like Fall Out Boy, is timeless because they can resonate with someone on any given day.

Most importantly , to me, these artists offer live shows that you want to attend while sober. One would want to embrace the sounds and personalities of the band, not just get lost in the lights.

"This band will stand the test of time."

There’s a chance. There’s hope. The optimism for modern music to have meaning once again rides on the shoulders of those who also have a guitar strapped around them or drum sticks in their hands.

I’m so excited for the release of Fall Out Boy’s “Save Rock n’ Roll.” I pray that it will do just that … Save rock n’ roll. Time to bring back long hair, lyrics in notebooks and songs that mean something.

It’s time for a takeover, because the break is over and there is once again hope in the music industry.

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Time Is Not On My Side

Every so often a person comes by and shapes your life Forever.
You bond with that person. You share everything with that person. Secrets. Mannerisms. Music tastes. Tips on life.
You slowly become part of that person. However, one day that person will have to leave you.
This is what I’m feeling now.
I knew, three and a half years ago, that you would be gone. It didn’t really hit me until the day count turned to single digits, but the thought has been lingering in my mind for the past year.
I just tried to ignore it.
I’m so sorry for all the days I didn’t come over and all the nights I didn’t text you.

"Someone once told me that time is gold, so don't sit and watch it all disappear because these, dreams you hold can never be sold. These dreams are what brought us here."

I’m so sorry for trying to ignore you. I thought, maybe, just maybe, that it would dull the pain of you walking away for the last time.
But which time is the last time? It hurts every damn time. I see you turn back as I turn back, yet we continue on our way.
Is that how we will live?

I know I’ll be a great friend to you for the rest of our existence, but it will never be the same. We’ll never be able to stay out until 3 a.m., doing nothing. We’ll always have to be conscious of what we buy when we go out. The carefree nature will be sucked away.
But I hope some of my carefree energy has rubbed off on you somehow.
I guess that’s all I truly want in life…not necessarily to be remembered, but to make such an impact on someone’s life that they change a little bit for the better.
I want to help people experience the world and open up to all the possible opportunities. Life isn’t confined to four walls or the hours of day in which the sun is up.

 

This all happened by chance. I just have to be grateful that it did happen. I cannot imagine my life had it now.

We shouldn’t shy away from strangers who have the potential to help us in such a way. If you can see someone trustworthy just by glancing at their smile, give them a shot. Say hello to them and smile back. Opening up to someone can change their life.


It could save their life.

Who knows what someone needs. That person you held the door for may have been contemplating their final way out. That person you passed on the sidewalk and smiled at may have been thinking about how the human race is damned for all time to be a race of cold, heartless people who shut the door on anyone who they don’t already know yet or isn’t pretty enough.

If you open the door to a stranger, with some caution of course, you offer them hope and a reason to live.

I want to help you live.
Because you helped me live.
My door will Forever be open for you to return at any point. If at any time you need me, I will be there.

That previously mentioned person will leave, eventually, and you will be left with a memory.
For their sake, let that person impact your life in some way.
Let someone in to change you for the better.

This all started because we were just strangers…who gave another stranger a chance.

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The Murder Scene of the Music Scene

Much like the early 90s grunge scene in Seattle, Washington, the current music scene has been destroyed by a few bands that made it big in the mainstream marketing.

In 2006, Ohio was a Mecca for local music. Everywhere you turned, there were bands coming out with new singles and pushing their newest merchandise. Band stickers and flyers for local shows were plastered on any open space and, as a young musician myself, this was exhilarating.

That's me in the middle, playing live at Howard's Club H in 2008.

For many young bands, “making it” and getting signed were dreams that rested in the back of the mind, but what really mattered was practicing and playing live, in front of family, friends and complete strangers.

I can tell you, firsthand, that there was nothing more exciting than looking out into the crowd and seeing people moshing and dancing to your heaviest breakdowns or the glow in the eyes of the females in the front row as they looked up during the clean choruses. I’m getting chills just by recalling it.

Bands took whatever measures they could to record their songs. Whether it was through the use of pirated music software, a grassroots record producer (Swordfish Studios in Findlay, Slaughterdog Records in Lima, ect.) or just a hand-me-down 8-track recording device, bands were adamant about printing their own music.

Bands would record anywhere and do just about anything to get their music into a reasonable sounding format and then onto their Myspace music player.

At this time, the music was nowhere near perfect. In fact, it was perfectly imperfect. Listening back, one can hear missed notes, off time bass drum hits and poor leveling. But those little miscues are what make this so special to me. It was more about the message and the experience than the money-hungry attitude that consumes today’s music industry.

Bands began cutting their hair, spending thousands of dollars on recording and acting like complete snobs. The Internet was always a mainstream outlet for pushing shows and your music, but it quickly turned into a cesspool of shameless plugs and “You can only listen to this band if you ‘Like’ it first” messages.

In this way, MySpace.com trumped Facebook. Myspace was a purveyor of music; the guy who would let you play at his church or record your EP for free. Facebook is just that slimy guy who collects the money at the door and cuts your playing time in half.

After bands like The Devil Wears Prada, Before Their Eyes, Bring Me The Horizon and A Day To Remember started gaining speed, other bands ditched their originality to sound like the bands that were making money. They started over producing their records, tuning to ridiculously low tunings and mixing their bass guitars out of any song.

Now, we are living in 2012. It is a time where local shows are an endangered species. It’s more profitable to record an album and push it online than it is to go out and play the music that you wrote from your heart. The emotion has been sucked out the local music scene.

Even though the good ole days are gone, I can still be proud to say that I was out there living each day. I can still recall the feeling of walking onstage hundreds of miles away from home. I can still remember meeting hundreds of new people. I can still reminisce on a time where music was full of heart.

As lame as it may sound, I can’t wait to look at the younger generations and tell them my stories. “Back in my day, music was real.”

 

 

Settle The Sky performing Cheyenne in Gibsonburg, Ohio 2008

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