Saturday, September 16, 2017

Some of The Best Things/Songs Can/Should Happen By Accident

It has always bothered me how hard people try to make music that other people will like. A lot of independent artists spend hours on hours trying to make "the next big hit" that will send them into fame and fortune.

And even though anyone with even an ounce of artistic ability in themselves, also has at least a little part of narcissism that wants credit for their work, myself included; I never set myself out to make a song with the idea that I want it to be very successful; I make my own music just based on what I like, and what I want to convey, regardless of what I think a mass majority would want to hear, and I'll tell you why.

If you look back at a lot of notable long-loved songs, a majority of them happened by accident, or without any intention of wide success.

Examples of this would be Money For Nothin', by Dire Straits, which was written by a guy making minimum wage, who, while working a sh*tty shift, decided to write down everything that bothered him about his life. He later decided to turn the words into lyrics.

The point wasn't for a successful song, it was just what he was feeling.


(You Gotta) Fight For Your Right (To Party) by the Beastie Boys, which was just a gag song made by the group to make fun of other bands making similarly related, meaningless party songs, and they had no intention of even releasing it. Their producer added guitar and drum tracks, and released the song himself.


Smells Like Teen Spirit, by Mr. Kurt Cobain, which was a joke song, stemmed from Kurts ex girlfriend graffitiing the line "Kurt Smells Like Teen Spirit"; Teen Spirit being a deodorant line, introduced in 1991.
Supposedly, when Kurt started rifting the song, the band thought it was hilariously stupid, and kept writing it, as a joke.


Stuck In The Middle With You, by Stealers Wheel, which was a parody on the seemingly nonsensical ramblings of a man infamously known as Bob Dylan, who would often refer to people as "clowns" or "jokers" in his very non-comedic songs.

Stuck In The Middle With You eventually ended up being the iconic song played on the radio as Michael Madsen cut off a captives ear in the infamous Quentin Tarantino movie, Reservoir Dogs.

And just one more for good measure,

Another One Bites The Dust, by Queen, which was another song never intended for release. Only when Michael Jackson came backstage and convinced the band to release it anyway, did it become one of the most famous songs Queen ever recorded.

One can assume there are many more songs made unintentionally or with sarcasm in mind. And, to me at least, it seems like the absolute worst songs are made with the intention of popularity. I would name off a few, but you can just assume I mean anything you'd hear on KiSS 92.5.

In a year, nobody's going to remember these "chart topping" songs that took 16 writers, 5 producers, and millions of dollars worth of in-your-face bullshit marketing, that were industry produced just so that the majority of the world will like it.

And not everyone SHOULD like one song! Everyone should have some diversity and an individual taste in what they like listening to, instead of voluntarily having the same song, mixed 40 different ways, shoved down their throats every time they make their commute to work in the morning. We shouldn't be making music for everyone to like, we should be making music we like, and be pleasantly surprised if a group of other people like it too. That's the reason for genres, and the reason for music in general! Music is for self fucking expression.

You cultureless pigs.

(You know you're a hippie when you use the term "self expression" in serious context.)

I think the moral of this exceptionally long and ranting post is that there is absolutely no point in spending all of your time trying to make a song people will like.

You shouldn't make music with narcissistic intentions, because the majority of these songs won't "make it" anyway, and you will have nothing to be proud of for yourself. Therefore, make a gag song just for the fuck of it, keep writing the stupid song with the dumb lyrics, and make the song that you think is only important to you, and others wouldn't understand.

Just make something YOU like, because YOU like it, and who knows, those stupid lyrics or that song that only makes sense to you, could become something actually noteworthy anyway.

Alright, rant done.

And if you actually read all of my angry, uneducated bullshit, you're a fuckin loser.



"Sweet Child o' Mine - Guns N Roses 
While messing around during preproduction of 1987’s “Appetite for Destruction,” Slash started playing around with a string-skipping exercise. Axl Rose heard the riff and convinced the guitarist to play the melody again during rehearsal the next day. Axl started singing along and the result stayed at #1 for 2 weeks in 1988." 

Wednesday, August 9, 2017

Having Writers Block: An Anti-Uplifting Blog Post

I seem to have hit a productivity block, that has obstructed my creativity for weeks on end.

Not only have I not had the ability to write anything for this blog, but I've also been temporarily robbed of any musical inspiration I could have.

My days mainly consist of working on garageband for a few hours, screaming in frustration, the occasional tear, eating mac and cheese out of the pot, feeling like a pig, and then feeling sorry for myself. Yes, in that order. (Currently on the mac and cheese phase, as I type).

I don't really understand how it happens, and I don't really care to know why. All I want is for my brain to stop converting into the IQ level of Karen Smith every fucking time I plug in a keyboard or bring up a blank document.

And along with this lack of productivity, I have increasingly felt more useless every single day. For me, there's something about going weeks without writing anything that makes me feel like everything I do is absolutely pointless. Because, what good am I to anybody if I can't do the only things I'm relatively good at? (I could go into further detail about all the new ways I've learned to hate myself through this block, but nobody really wants to listen to that).

Yes, I'm being very melodramatic, and I'm fully aware of that. But everyone's allowed to be self-absorbed sometimes, okay?

In all honesty, I'll probably have something notable up on youtube in a couple weeks, I just figured I'd let everyone know that I am dealing with a moderate case of writers block, most likely due to a subconscious need to be dramatic. All the fucking time.

In conclusion, I hope you have a lovely, much more rewarding day, than mine.



Wednesday, June 14, 2017

Find All The Coloured Records You Need In Your Collection

So a couple of days ago I started searching for a gift for someone. I, being highly intrigued with vinyls, decided that records was a good way to go.

And as we all know, coloured vinyls are beautiful and exclusive records; they are reserved for being limited editions, are more expensive, and harder to come by. It's actually kind of insane how much more someone will spend on a coloured record as opposed to a regular one, which has no notable difference in sound quality or material, only a change to the aesthetic of the record itself.

Some would even argue that coloured records don't last as long as black ones.

But I'm not one to talk, since I've bought two since yesterday.

Because you've gotta' admit, there's a certain satisfaction in owning the coloured version of a great album.

But what I'm getting at, is that I found a really awesome website where you can look up almost any band and find all the coloured vinyls of it that are available for purchase online. From Depeche Mode to Moose Blood, to Rancid, there are tons of coloured records waiting to be stored away in your collection.

The website offers pictures of the vinyls (obviously), info regarding the individual records, and links to sellers on

The website is called (not blunt at all), but please don't go crazy. I've already went through their entire showcase, and spent around a hundred dollars.

Happy vinyl buying,


Monday, May 22, 2017

EricArthurBlair's New Self-Titled Album Release

I don't know how many of you will remember, but when I started this blog my only intentions were to write about obscure cult-followed bands (I.E. Future Islands, Two Door Cinema Club, etc); the majority being from the States and the UK.

But a little along the way I found myself introduced to an absolutely fantastical local band that inevitably inspired me to transition into also blogging about local artists in Mississauga and the GTA. 

That band was EricArthurBlair.

Now, EricArthurBlair has returned with an outstanding roster of ten new songs on their latest self-titled album release.

Featuring amazing tracks, such as: Cauterize, Tomorrow Love Today, and Delicate, this new album is pretty fucking awesome, and EricArthurBlair still remains one of my undeniably favourite GTA bands, for their distinct and unique sound that you really can't quite get anywhere else.
I find that the difficulty to create and maintain an unmistakable personal sound is so eminent that bands very rarely manage to do it anymore, but here we are.

Deriving the best of alternative pop punk, if you're a fan of fast tempos, some cryptic lyrics, badass guitar, immense drums, and charismatic vocals, then this album will be a profusion of all you're greatest imaginations. 

So go check out EricArthurBlair on Bandcamp and send me one of those thank you cards later. 

You know, after you're done listening to some cool-as-fuck music.



Thursday, May 18, 2017

Future Islands: Synthpop of Baltimore, Maryland

I'll bet absolutely none of you have been wondering where the fuck I've been. Although, if you're here, you must like me somewhat, right?

Regardless, the explanation for my absence is quite simple; I had nothing to write about that wasn't personal and/or not music related and I was busy.

A quick catch up? I met the most amazing boy, I kept waitressing, I went on a fabulous drunken weekend vacation with some crazy people, I spent another weekend with some more awesomely crazy people in Charleviox, I lost my voice for about a month, I periodically lost my Macbook (rum & coke and I now have a love/hate relationship), I bought a fake ID, I had a bouncer take my fake ID away, I turned down the offer to do a TV show, I indefinitely quit drinking caffeine, and I recently decided to change my career path (I have 50 tabs worth of commercial real estate open as we speak).

As of right now, this is all I can muster of interest to recall, regarding my life.

But let's not talk about me, let's talk about an amazing band, because that's what we're all really here to discuss.


You're welcome.

To begin, anyone who knows me knows that I have a serious and possibly unhealthy obsession with anything involving synthesizers. Future Islands is no exception.

Transformed from a blend of keyboards, drums, bass, and an exceptionally distinct voice; Future Islands is a self described post-waveband consisting of Gerrit Welmers, William Cashion, and Samuel Herring, that creates all of the 80s nostalgia-inducing synth-pop along with all the modern uniqueness necessary to be regarded as something very special in my eyes.

My favourite aspect of Future Islands is something I love in many artists, which is an upbeat and optimistic sound paired with depressing and melancholy lyrics. I mean, is there really anything better than that combination?

A sound that makes you happy but isn't devoid of meaning and can make you feel like you're not the singular person going through a particular struggle?

*cough* Fuck you Justin Timberlake *cough*

Now, I wish I could give you a few names of songs that are my favourite, but every damn one of them is fucking fantastic. So I'm going to tell you to start by listening to "Ran" and go from there.

The rest is up to you, kid.



P.s. Future Islands will be performing at the Danforth on May 27th; unfortunately I cannot attend seeing as what was previously mentioned, I no longer have a fake ID. If you yourself happen to go, please let me know how fantastical it is. 

(*Post-Wave: I.E. A beautiful combination of New Wave and Post Punk)