miércoles, 29 de diciembre de 2021

on music relationships, part 2. the ronin musician.

 on my previous entry, I speak from my artistic journey in the remaining form of collective art creation, playing in a band with friends.

my blog will always reflect from my personal experiences first, yet I dont mean to diss, disqualify or badmouth anyone in this pouring of ideas. and comes with the high hopes of helping you connect with your path, sharing the stones i have found in mine.

so, what's with the artistry? is it a real job?

i have 2 quotes i want to share before I expand and dive into a lake of context, hopefully 

" (to quote Keith Tippett) a professional musician must be businesslike. But when a professional musician becomes primarily a business person, the music dies in them."

Robert Fripp

“If there’s no money think of the art. If there’s no art, then think of the money.  If there’s no art, and no money... Think about what the hell you’re doing.”

Richard Blakin,


the way of the samu...Right?

its totally intentional the paralell with freelance hired swordsmen since the great impact western philosophy had in my youth, while searching for answers and making more questions. 

a musician and its instrument have that kind of relationship, once their life and sustain depend from it, their skillset, like any other human activity, is becomes a subject of what we do, cultivate and perfect as a path of life, as a service, as a source of enlightment, discipline, personal growth, etc. etc. probably overstated in  better words before by many people, but never out of fashion to remind you, IF your survival depends on it, then we share a pathway. otherwise, my views won't relate in the same dramatic depth that involves the truest component of art: RISK

it's a choice. a radical one. probably not a wise one in the ears of any family member or aspiring family member, since forever. that table topic in whiplash is something many of us can relate, at some point of our art carreers. that awkward moment when the word future comes in any sentence, that also involves your financial situation, and the thing you seem to enjoy so much doing, you decided to do it every day, instead of weekends or the ocassional "play me something nice" that seems always welcome as a feature, but never, never considered serious as a way of life. 

and prepare to be labelled as someone who doesn't want to work. someone lazy who doesn't want to study. someone who won't fit in society and will not have stability in life, and pursue a profession full of drug addicts... famous drug addicts, who won't be able to settle down and be functional adults, depending constantly on others and relying on others to survive...  deem i can go on. I can keep updating that list. I can make an dictionary out of those reasons people bring without any effort, consequence or actual experience or involvement whatsoever in your life, let alone this idea of making this thing 24/7 and what actually it brings.

but how we get born into it? there are 2 ways we musicians get born. one is being privileged of get born in a family where our parents or one of them will pass their value for arts and encourage you in, either discover a talent or "force you to choose an art form" as either a matter of a family affair since either one of them or both or someone in the family already does it, or has admiration for the idea of making music as audiophiles themselves, or just because they want to keep you out of trouble and have been sold the fact art solidifies your academic drive and keep you away from trouble, and gives you discipline and outlet for... well, if you are privileged and your parents' actually want you to have a voice they want to listen, those are for ever your number one fans. others, may believe they carry that duty, but may, without any guilt, just putting you on day care, sidelining the fact you shoud commit to an ACTUAL career enhanced witth a good souvenir or hobbie. 

and there's the the rebels. those who had to defy the idea of it, against stereotypes of what old men refer to as "rich people's hobby", "that's for (insert the sex opposite to yours, as a deflective idea to pursue an activity that doesn't fit your gender role)",  "that will only lead you to a mundane way of living..." and many other greatest hits. I have heard even worst. 

and there you go, the one thing we share is, you can count with one hand the amount of people who will be willing to be involved beyond a pat in the back and the "follow your dreams" taglines. you have to do it because you care, you will risk, invest, believe and give the extra mile to go on stage and be spirittually naked every night because otherwise life doesn't feel real for you without it.


is this the real life? or it's just fantasy?

do what you love, 24/7 sounds lovely on paper. sounds encourageable. sounds like you have found your IKIGAI, that "if you do what you love you'll never work a day in your life" and the unidimensional fantasy that being a working musician only happens the day of the show less than half of the people who said will attend actually showed, or in that bar or venue that has a glossy name with spotlight, overpriced drinks and where every day even more, people seem to struggle even more to talk, when you are playing in the background, and lesser educated people on youor subject will use their entitlement to tell you how you have to entertain them and give them what they want, and not what you think they need.

payment! that used to be better. did it? colleagues who used to tell me how they could afford a level of life that allowed them to tell me things they use to be able to do when payday comes, nowdays they can't today... people still imagine the myth of being a rock star as an stereotype of what an artist is. this is the only line of work i can think of, where the rates and salaries only go down, yet more people seem to line up for a place in the limelight in surreal ideas of "being pro" to generate "content" and let's not forget the possible rewards of bohemian life:  booze, groupies and sometimes some diva treatment while working with the right people. temporary statuses and weekend millionaires.

i swear it is supposed to be higher than that, but it is easy to trivialze it to death.

but let's talk about what work is, by definition. and what is not, at least in my book of ethics. 

we are service providers. legally, and by definition. we work for who pays us, to do whay they ask from us. sometimes comes with a white page to be filled with what we can and are willing to contribute, rarely happening as much as we think nowdays, or sometimes the page is black, as per Frank Zappa did 'for Terry Bozzio. so scripted, it literally was blackened in a colloquial way. 

"playing that music that you'll most likely would be paid enough to do" is the name of the game. that music is usually what the majority of population consumes in places where they need a supply of this activity and would provide the space to make it happen, hopefully, as the best scenario possible, as redundant as it sounds. and keep your hopes that scenario becomes the icon of contrasting aspects of the human experience.  for some, is the apex of where people expose themselves to an audience.

being a session musician is that prostitute character who rents itself for the sound of the party. usually we work with friends, yet if you are not cautious, you end up being just a toy, a token, a tool, a soldier... serving someone else who is the artist, but gaining nothing else than the agreed upfront by filling the date, playing the show and deliver what you can do profeciently without drama, where your name might or might not be mentioned, your photo may or may not be in the ad, and you are as good as the whole picture. there's no shame on that, there's no major rewards than the personal satisfaction for getting the job done, the dance floor sweaty, the memories being shared on perennial stories no one will wtch again. 

if you lack the vocation of serving, you won't find plasure in it. if you don't understand team work you will feel misplaced, constantly struggling and discontent. we are actors for hire, and very few write their own lines in this play. the thrill takes a different form, since no matter how you see the world, there in the limelightt, you are making societyy find its comfort. at tiimes we ask ourselves: who we are playing for? all this effort for what?

inspiration. or well, entertainment that inspires.  the qualty expected from us sometimes, the more we fall in love with music, is uncompromised, becoming a priority upon priorities that set a functional life as a family member, partner and member of society. bleeding every penny to get the sound we want, moving energy thru air just to decorate silence and the emptyness of existence, to shut those awful voices of our construct as characters for a moment in time.

spare me my cynism, I still have nostalgia for devotion to something, and it takes the form of how magic it is to agitate soundwaves and bend frequencies to marvel ears to sync to blend in societal rites. often, some clients aim higher, pushing you to fullfil their vision of how it fits better the goal. 

i have dealt with all kinds of them: dictators, spiritual guides, business men, perfeccionists, spontaneous and chaotic, control freaks, emotive creatures, logical slaves of norms, to name a few.  in all, the basic relationship remains the inherent factor: exchange of time for money. 

here are the simple rules: provide guidelines, from "play what you feel according to this idea" to "just follow me" to "here's the papers and wait for my cue"

all of them equally valid, yet as Camus said, the majority of problems of mankind are because people don't speak clearly.  a band is a band, where we all are equals in rewards, and responsabilities, ideas and support.  for a session musician, it all comes down to sit down, collaborate and listen. you don't pay for rehearsals, you don't invest on the project. your name is not at risk with the client, the invoice and taxes aren't your call other than individual ones, and your transport and obvious food HAVE to be covered(yet, i have met arrogant people who not only think othherwise, yet apart of exploiting others to serve their name, they feel entitled to tell you you should even take care of those for the, i don't know how to call it; priilege of playing with them?). you show yourself, do your stuff. you get paid, i used to be more profitable but the world seems to be constanttly trying to find ways of not having people serving people, and getting machines and computers to do it for us easily, simply, without risk or drama. i don't have to be happy about how this idea of evolution permeates everyting, it is what it is. 

but I frequently find gold in it, perphaps. often a client who appreciates i can give quality to their ideas and create something unique, where only commitment and expertise would get done what could take hours or days to less qualified hands, because doing it on a regular basis grants consistency and precision required to fullfil that vision. and it is deeply appreciated. as when clients have a good tiime creating memories on their weddings, when kids feel excited to be part of something they saw you doing.  or someone who had a hard day and want to forget about their own dramas while we pounder that song played billions of times, and they will relate to, because they need so

meone to say, yell or play what they can't, because they NEED it.  because at some point, we can also, sometimes we can give what we believe people need instead of just give them what they want, and simply burn time and being paid. we do more, we enjoy working, when nobody else seems to be able to do it. we are the only ones happy to get new tools to work. we are excited about being early to do something right, the best way we can, in a world where that seems rare for anything else. 


so, i must say, i still find it enjoyabe. i'll still do it. i wish working conditions and fees don't suffer for a massive entrophy. and that more profesionals not only act out of meeting payday, but do things willingly. it's tiring and drains our spirits. we all wish we were on the scenario of playing with friends and do whatever we want. while we are doing what we need, what it is. borderline masochist, chaotic and unsettling, it is magical, and sometimes when it feels pure, it is something else. it's a good job, is not easy money even if it is easy songs.  in the end everyones loves the person in the high wire, but no one would take that person for a life plan so easily. lonelyness sometimes becomes our best ally and focus on our path become the light of our swords. after all, it's busineess and it's good. sometimes it was better, but it is the way it is. i just hope it stays that way.





lunes, 6 de diciembre de 2021

Diciembre 1, 2013

 esto esta algo extenso, pero lo que mas te interesa leer esta por la parte del ***

 
anoche toqué un show de ensueño.  desde que me levante, y fui a mi gig habitual,  llegando de otro gig y de una semana de muchas semanas de gigs y ensayos,  tuve uno de esas noches especiales, en las que parecen abrirse otros horizontes sobre mi rutina.  fue un bonito sueño, pero esto trata sobre la parte fea, casi pesadilla al final del evento.  quedese leyendo detenidamente, que esto no es bochinche.la buena vibra construida desde el soundcheck tempranero del sabado duro mucho por parte de showpro, el tour manager de incubus, todo.  todo fue perfecto.  tal fue la vibra que el bajista y DJ killmore pasaron por donde estabamos, y pudimos saludarlos.  no pido demasiado, ya esas cosas son suerte a esos niveles por cosas de seguridad que yo entiendo, pero todo taba cool.  hasta Jose Pasillas, baterista de incubus estaba al lado de la tarima tripiando nuestra presentacion.  :) terminado nuestro set y empezamos a recoger, el propio stage manager,  me dice que si le podia prestar uno de mis splashes/bells al baterista de incubus.  yo dije que no.  claro,  solo pa verle la reaccion y reirme con un si, seria un honor,  con la condicion, de que si fuese posible, me los entregase el propio Jose al terminar el show.  me dijo que todo bien!  
 
recogi yo mismo cada una de mis cosas y recibi ayuda solamente de nuestro tambien fotografo Roberto olivardia,  y guardamos mis cosas en el camerino.  procedimos a dar una vuelta, pero en ese momento, nos fue anunciado que debiamos despejar el area de backstage para el ingreso de la banda. cosa que comprendimos.  Pausa.  antes que alguien diga que yo no comprendo de esto o incluso para los que no manejan esta tematica en estos shows,  estas medidas rigurosas se deben a que, si bien no los artistas, sino las agencias que los protegen a ellos, exigen pautas de proteccion y restriccion del espacio que ocupan los artistas en el backstage antes y despues del ingreso al escenario, fuertemente.  si no tienes idea de como fallecio el guitarrista Dimebag Darrell, ilustrese, porque siempre han sido asi estas medidas, pero desde la tragedia de Dimebag,  es aun mas restrictivo.volviendo al caso,  para tal efecto de estar ahi en backstage, nos dieron unos gafetes. el mio dice ARTISTA / CREW  es decir,  es un nivel de acceso relativo durante el tiempo que duraran las presentaciones locales.  se nos dijo que:  "cuando la banda suba al escenario no debemos estar en esa area hasta que terminen. PUEDEN QUEDARSE EN EL CAMERINO O PUEDEN SALIR AL VYP A VER EL CONCIERTO." intente hacer lo primero o lo segundo,  no sin antes preguntar si podia volver por mis cosas que estaban en backstage.  la respuesta que obtuve fue esta:  CUANDO LA BANDA TA TOCANDO SI,  PERO CUANDO SUBEN O BAJAN DEL ESCENARIO NO PUEDES ESTAR AQUI.  mas claro, imposible.
 
----->***Aqui empieza la vainafui a dar una vuelta y sali de backstage.  y simplemente, decidi devolverme al camerino, a buscar agua, a buscar mis cosas,  e ir planeando como tener todo listo para tirarnos pa la casa despues de un show que disfrute buco(!!!!).   llego a la puerta y le muestro mi gafete al seguridad(que despues del altercado supimos que se llama, casualmente fidel castro.  probablemente es bullshit. nunca sabremos su nombre real) en la puerta y me dice que no puedo pasar.  ya saben quien es quien asumimos se llama fidel castro y yo, otro fidel.   he aqui una transcripcion:
 
dely-  ok,  no puedo pasar,  puedo esperar aqui atras mientras termina el show?
 
castro-  dale.-en ese momento, pasaron varios de los artistas que habian tocado ahi, MOSTRANDO EL MISMO GAFETE QUE YO TENGO, Y ENTRABAN.
 
 yo le pregunto al seguiridad con toda cortesia
dely- pero compa,  el tambien taba tocando y lo dejo pasar
 
castro -  pero el salio hace poco, y volvio a entrar.  a mi me dijeron que los que salieron enantes no volvian a entrar y tu saliste enantes.
 
dely- si,  ellos tambien,  pero yo voy a buscar mis cosas en el camerino,  yo soy el baterista de la banda que estaba tocando
 
 Castro- lo siento no te puedo dejar pasar, solo sigo ordenes.
 
dely- yo entiendo que tienes tus ordenes,  pero estas dejandolos pasar a ellos(integrantes de otras bandas participantes, con el mismo gafete que le enseñe que dice ARTISTA/CREW y se lo volvi a enseñar)
 
castro-  mira ve, ya yo te dije.  no me vengas a decir mas naa que no te voy a dejar pasar y punto.  yo tengo ordenes.
 
dely-  bueno,  llama por radio a quien te dio esas ordenes que yo quiero hablar con ella. ella me dijo que tenia chance de sacar mi equipo ahora.  yo quiero ir al camerino a buscar mis cosas y tengo que ver un tema de un platillo que le preste al baterista de la banda que esta tocando(!)
 
castro-  te me tas poniendo muy necio-dijo haciendo ademanes y gestos-  te voy a llamar a la policia.
 
dely- llamelos. por favor.  y llameme tambien a su jefa.
 
a lo que mi vista alcanzo, vi a mis compañeros de banda.  ELLOS ESTABAN ADENTRO!! y llamo a guille y a pipe y les pedi que empezaramos a recoger las cosas y les explique de que no me dejaban entrar.  a estas alturas,  DESPUES DE VER ENTRAR A UN BUEN PUÑADO DE COLEGAS CON EL MISMO GAFETE QUE YO, ANTE MIS OJOS,  QUE MAS PODIA PENSAR?? EN NINGUN MOMENTO USE IMPROPERIO ALGUNO, NI OBCENIDAD HACIA EL SEGURIDAD NI PERDI LA COMPOSTURA PERO ESTABA VISIBLEMENTE MOLESTO.  QUERIA QUE ME DEJARAN ENTRAR.  NO ME DEJO ENTRAR PERO DEJO ENTRAR A MEDIO MUNDO! SU CONCEPTO DE APLICAR ESAS INSTRUCCIONES SE LUCIO EXCLUSIVAMENTE EN MI, PUES!
 
finalmente a la escena llego la encargada de showpro que me habia dicho primeramente que podia ser de esa manera y luego me vino a decir que no regreesabamos si saliamos del backstage.  stop...  aqui hay algo raro.  hubo una confusion en alguna parte de  este dialogo?  ok, solo podriamos reingresar a los camerinos cuando la banda incubus no estuviera moviendose hacia o desde el escenario a su camerino, y debiamos despejar.   como mi banda fue la ultima en tocar y basicamente el camerino quedo solo,  mis cosas quedaban ahi, solas. las cosas de todos los de mi banda,
 
by the way, a sabiendas de esto, mis compañeros que tambien volvieron a recoger o amontonar todo para cuando salieramos, como se nos dijo estaban ADENTRO, CON SU GAFETE. Y A MI NO ME DEJABAN IR DONDE ELLOS ESTABAN.  no entiendo esa logica y es lo que no me cuadra.  COMO ES QUE A ELLOS, Y HASTA A LA BANDA QUE TOCO PRIMERO Y SEGUNDO LOS DEJABAN ENTRAR Y SALIR COMO DUEÑO POR SU CASA Y A MI CON EM MISMO GAFETE NO?.  PARECIA YO ACASO, SEMEJANTE AMENAZA PARA ALGUIEN???? EN LA TARDE CUANDO LLEGAMOS,  O MAS BIEN,  PHILLPE Y YO QUE FUIMOS LOS PRIMEROS DE LA BANDA EN LLEGAR AL CAMERINO,  TODO EN ORDEN, TODO COOL, NO HABIA NADA DE PREGUNTADERA, TODO EN PAZ.  TAL ERA LA COSA, QUE CUANDO SALI DEL CAMERINO CON UNA GRANOLA EN LA MANO,  CERRADA,  SE LA DI AL SEGURIDAD DE ESA MISMA PUERTA.  Y DESPUES ME PIDIO UNA SODA, Y SE LA TRAJE! HASTA FUI NICE CON LOS SEGURIDAD!!!! y ahora, al parecer despues q movieron a ese seguridad y me pusieron a otro no me deja entrar.  sera por negro?  sera que tenia hablado de maleante?  sera que dije algo malo o mal?  en ningun momento levante la voz, ni dije nada inadecuado y el man se bloqueo y hasta intento amedrentarme diciendo que llamaria a la policia.
 
ok.al momento  llego mi promotor/manager,  mis compañeros de banda y otros a respaldarme de que era injusto que no me dejaran pasar pues,  si a fin de cuentas estaba dentro de los parametros.  cuales?  si habian parametros de que no hubiera nadie, no los estaban cumpliendo,  y si habia parametros de que podrian reingresar los artistas(y sus novias, compai) a sus camerinos, como muchos hicieron,  POR QUE A MI NO? por negro.  sera eso?en eso, llego el dueño segun el mismo se hizo llamar en un tono bien altanero.  cuando intente explicarle la situacion se salio de contro la situacion.  el tono de este señor, Alfredo Bogante.  alzo la voz e insulto y mando a callar en mutua correspondencia a Anel sandoval y a mi tecladista, phillipe. antes de irme al bonus,  me toco meterme en esto, y llevarme aparte al señor bogante,  dueño y director de la AGENCIA PMI.
 
 en ese momento yo no tenia idea de con quien estaba hablando, pero este señor estaba exaltado y cabriado al punto que podia darle un infarto o algo asi que actue y me lo lleve aparte a hablar y le explique el problema.  solucion?  llamo al stage manager de Incubus y acordamos que finalizado el show, YO entraria a recoger mi platillo y podriamos recoger las cosas.   aunque si bien, ya toda mi banda y hasta mi roadie(sin gafete visible!) entraron y empezaron a sacar todo el equipo de la banda,  tendria que esperar a finalizado el show,  para entonces poder entrar a buscar mi platillo.no puedo evitar pensar en el cruce de palabras de este señor, mayor, todo exaltado al borde de que le diera una vaina.  phillipe expone en un video a este señor y su agencia PMI y el historial de comportamiento hostil y gorilesco con las personas,  el maltrato fisico a una persona por parte de esta agencia fue puesto en evidencia años atras.  no excuso al seguridad de complia ordenes,  pero la complicidad de este comportamiento altanero,  de la forma en que llego alzando la voz e insultando a mi manager y a mi tecladista estuvieron como una muestra de la poca paciencia y el peligro que representa tener a personas tan volatiles en un cargo asi.  fui prudente y lo mas sensato posible en separarlos y llevarmelo aparte y dialogar cara a cara de hombre a hombre y explicarle mi situacion.  ya con mas calma y mas respeto de mi parte a su edad.
 
  para mi fue una falta de respeto y mantengo el hecho de que no habra una sola explicacion logica para que se me haya negado el acceso a mis cosas, o el acceso a un lugar aunque con la excusa de dichas instrucciones, cuando dicha regla tomada como excusa fuese solo aplicada en mi persona.  ya mas calmado quiero creer que mi color de piel no tiene nada que ver.   en eso,  llego mi pana martin!  tinvalero vino al evento a trabajar como el encargado de las visuals de cienfue (digo, brutal!) y le cuento el problema.  entro con su novia,  el tenia gafete y ella no,  subio al escenario terminado el show,  y cuando yo por fin puede entrar, venia martin con mi platillo en la mano! vaya seguridad esta!!  o sea que yo era una especie de amenza! pero este man llego como pedro por su casa, al igual que varios y se hizo de mi platillo con tal facilidad....  gracias martin.   la moraleja,  no prestes platillos,  no trates de razonar con un seguridad. es mas,  todo eso es valido,  solo procura no ser negro, es broma, me enorgullece mi negritud,  y comprendo que la gente es prejuiciosa porque gustan de asociar las cosas por juzgar la vida con ligereza, y prejuicios, y en vez de razonar conmigo, se cierran y quieren meterle los pelos pa dentro a uno,  no soy de esos buscapleitos, pero siempre agoto TODO recurso razonable para resolver mis problemas. quizas peque de ser demasiado educado, me atrevo a decir o demasiado awebao y no entrar de mis dos, y no irrespetar el trabajo de un asalariado trasnochado, pero yo doy el respeto que exijo y esto fue mas alla del irrespeto, fue intolerancia e incompetencia.
 
 tal vez ese sea el problema.  dicha compañia de seguridad tiene en su haber haberle inflingido heridas a una persona y altercados con un monton de personas mas en este pais... ahora que lo pienso solo tengo suerte de que esto solo sea un monton de paja sobre lo cual escribir, ya que podria,  segun mi forma de verlo,  estar con la cabeza rota en algun hospital en este momento porque PMI se hizo de otro "confuso incidente".    agradezco a mi manager anel y a mi tecladista por exaltarse,  por acercarse a defender a uno de los suyos.  y te agradezco que si leiste esto,  medites por un momento en que estamos cayendo con este tema de la seguridad, paranoia y gente exaltada y volatil.

sábado, 26 de diciembre de 2020

on music relationships. part 1. The band member.

    as I start writing this, for your consideration, sharing my experiences and perspectives overall with all the beautiful minds and souls i've shared the privilege of making music with and for, I don't write this with any intention of putting down anyone or being indirect to anyone i've worked or aspire to work, but it's crucial to help ourselves to define what are the roles we aim to have wherever we find ourselves involved when we make this collective-ish way of art.

why collective-ish? good question! am I implying individuality stands over collectivism? let's not go that far just yet. 

as Drum great Russ Miller put it on a very useful article years ago in a Modern Drummer column, the situations one find oneself as a musician vary according to the type of role we have with the ownership of the music and the purpose we serve, the benefits we get, the responsabilities we acquire and the sacrifices we give.

basically, paraphrasing it, we enter in this world of music with different relationships, and I've had the privilege of being a little bit of everything and learned from it. here's my take on being:

A BAND member.

a band is a pure way of collectivism. it's a Dying form of art set up (gotta tell you later why I believe it does, if it hasn't yet). feels like freedom, since it is, in utopic equal participation percentage, or a platypus called "collective leadership" where everyone is involved on getting the best, altough many bands usually pursue a collab mixture, while featuring a very necessary creative leadership, it implies absolute complicity of all its parts to sustain itself and will on putting individual footprint in something that openly mutates and evolves bigger, deeper, tastier, sophisticated with more souls involved, instead of a single individual.

too much poetry. the reality is, songwriting process in a band is different. everyone feels their involment doesn't gets moderated as such, everyone involved puts equal effort, and the end product it's the negotiation of the push back of all the egos involved into how much they do and let be done on their behalf to contribute to the big picture, wich usually stands out by the uniqueness of multiple perspectives and ceative inputs. sometimes it's a member's rough idea, followed by the collective input to make it feel whole. sometimes, it's a song written by a member, leaving the space for every personality involved to be themselves while enhancing the original vision. or every band member writes a song, and everyone plays each other's ideas as such, and the push/pull of the ideas gets a negotiation, while the end result it's treated as a collab effort with a collective mind, and not just a collaboration.

collaboration is a beautiful word, so missunderstood as charity, freebie or "something for nothing". even if Full Metal Alchemist is just an anime, that principle stands as something I understand as a principle of life: in oder to attain something, something must be exchanged. EQUIVALENT EXCHANGE!. in a band setting this kind of questions are out of the picture. I've been in those scenarios, where everyone works to enhance each other's ideas, not always in full harmony but in total willingness, and it's only when things get out that this picture when the project as a whole loses one member's presence, or changes it's DNA.

of course, this is related to the process of CREATING ORIGINAL MUSIC, rather than RECREATING MUSIC wich is also a posibility, for cover/versions/tribute bands (will talk about how I classify them as 'different') wich is a lot of work, either to replicate, or to re-arrange. 

the thing with being in a band, is that its a marriage of egos, working together for a common good, benefit and uplift. it's utopic. its like a socialist utopia of creation of expression. collective complicity, if i may. 

it's a society, a mob with an altruistic purpose, not all of them perfect or functional all the time, of equal input of investment, responsabilities and attention, but I'm convinced this is the ideal scenario, and one of the main  reason we pursue our passions to learn an instrument . we grow from the exchange of musical tastes from our bandmates, we get used to the way they do things. we strive to make mutual success. it's the most progressive scenario, the most emotionally rewarding of them all. and the most difficult to embrace, get in. sustain and even, overcome.

carreers of musicians sustaining a 10+ years together are rare nowdays. usually like most human relationships, entropy appears and takes its quota of resentment, Ego Trips and "the state is me" attitudes, incompatibility of personality traits, irresponsability and when lines are crossed and people think of their own as it is usual over the collective wellness, that's how things usually find an end that is disheartening.

but unless it is agreed beforehand, we usually involve ourselves into other people's projects and they pretend it is a band when it comes to split responsabilities but a solo act when it comes to creadits and revenues. or, in the other hand a soloist who actually want to find a collective of friends who help him enhance their vision of his music, usually being this person, ideally, responsible for the collective that follows him but he refueses to call them "session musicians"(we'll get there later.) that weird hybrid also can be fruitful.

so, playing as a team has a deeper personal, human; say, spiritual component to make music than any other scenario. is not the type of gig you question yourself doing, ever. you want this. it's where your individual growth and effort finds a place to be, to flourish, to nurture. even better, it's the place where you also, if later that decision is made, where you learn to be a professional. but not exactly.

few bands achieve success to levels where making revenue is enough to make a living, let aside retirement, unlike old time "rockstars era". so, we all probably either aim to big leagues, or to show our music to our friends on weekends and finish college and have a, you know, "normal life"

my suggestions for you if you want to embark in this adventures are simple:

always keep a clear mind of your role, leaving the EGO aside, serve the songs, be a good person first, and a professional(!). your value in any setting depends on these 2 things. when replacing or joining a band, songs are usually already imprinted and re create that sound is the usual expectation. it's custom as musicians being called to be actors and channel the character we are meant to play, more than being ourselves, but when that's on the table, that also means respect boundaries, the legacy of past members and blend in.

personal relationships are the main reason we remain in bands. good musicians are everywhere. (specially guitar players), but being in a band, means that your membership imply how unique you become and how the cohesion sustains longevity. you'll be surprised how musicians not too skilled but that have played together for longest sound tigher and more organic than the most proeficient ones that can't get along.

original music is in it's all time low when it comes to compare what it used to be. sometimes it take more investment and effort than the revenues, and that struggle is shared. investing collectively in this art form is more viable, altough having a solo career implies carrying all the expenses by the main head of an operation, and this is where things get mixed wrongly and disagreements flourish when lines are not drawn.  individually and collectively we aim to be sustainable, for starters.  keep your hopes and goals realistic and work hard. we depend on our public, the ones who like our music organically and not because we spam them only. yet, spam them and playing our mob mentality in and outside stage helps to grow. don't let issues inside the band become a matter of public domain, also known as gossip. 

altough the idea of a band as a collective looks very acephalic, every band does have a band leader, because it's natural. someone has to keep the foot on the accelerator and 4 people steering a wheel is not driving. take the time to always have a band day/time to hang out and discuss, after rehearsing(in my experience, before can carry the risk of "drain the mood" and/or if you are paying for a rehearsal room, time is money!).  as much as the collective will keeps itself oiled and tight, music feels better. after all, of any other scenario, we usually are here because we want to. because it's fun. because it's meaningful to us. because that meaning finds the way to reach its objective.  when those landmarks are lost, you are just going just for being responsible or probably just for a pastime you actually don't value but can't seem to let go.  

having people waiting or not being cooperative hurts the thing we love the most more than anything, and certainly creates an environment of hopelessness about our craft that its constantly being moved to the back seat.

always keep a whiteboard on your rehearsal room, that helps to ease working on the song structure and ease the learning process. 

and yes, CREDITS! your legacy, contribution and work. well, when it comes to do things seriously in this bussiness and you register the material, and it, as it may, gets registered, usually lyrics, and melodies are the ones who are credited to their authors. whenever entering a collective, so does creating, yet it is a matter of endless discussion and sometimes bitter arguments when the divorces happen and listening to songs that are part of you being played by other people can be one of the worst feelings in the world when issues are unresolved. but the song survives in recordings and in the hearts of fans, so its not an actual loss. yet, those credits, if any, also mean a source of revenue, so it's necessary to address these issues from day one, with a calm attitude and leaving everything on paper, since is only healthier that way. all those "this is my idea" issues in big scenarios turn into legal battles and consequences even to the art form.

for many of us, the first experience and dream we have as musicians comes from this idea of making music for a long time with friends. we hope for the best and we care because it is our outlet to be ourselves, express our own ideas, make something meaning that lasts and says "I was here".

I hope my insigt is helpful for your pursuit of a musical venture with friends.

nowdays people are even more individualistic and the line of making a band, and being without knowing, just a session musician for free without realising it. if everything seems to flow from and in only one direction in a musical setting, then, that's not a band, and issues need to be adressed resonably. we love what we do, but love is not an excuse to blind ourselves to being instruments of someone else's project. a band is more than the sum of its parts, but is a collective in all the sense, and collective work is one of the most difficult tasks on the human experience, and one of the most rewarding.

second part is on the way.


jueves, 27 de abril de 2017

entre vista

  -que se siente ser musico en Panamá?

a veces es la gloria más grande del universo. otras,es como; (citando a Robert Fripp) un ejercicio de frustración y sacrificio de escasa recompensa. aunque me va mal, me estaba yendo mejor, pero en estos ciclos normales con sus altas y bajas nunca se sabe, pero aún es divertido. puede ser mejor, pero la música no tiene culpa. suele ser una agridulce batalla por preservar el ánimo y la "fé" en lo que hago. vivo en un pais difícil, donde se ama lo fácil. la gente tiene el control, aunque es la música la que tiene la ultima palabra. se valora poco el esfuerzo y se subestima facilmente todo porque nos creemos expertos. fácilmente creemos que tocamos, sabemos, somos expertos, que comprendemos lo que es y que es suficiente así... pero le huimos a lo que no comprendemos y abrazamos la superstición y el comfort de lo que llamamos suficiente, cool y popularmente aceptado.

-es un mal común en todas partes...

lo es, pero aqui de pronto no somos tan anti intelectuales por eleccion, sino que amamos asumir que sabemos suficiente y nos apropiamos del standard, y terminamos alabando el minimo denominador común. no todos se obsesionan igual que tu, así que cierta cuota de incomprension y alienamiento es bienvenida.

-te consideras intelectual?

no. me considero alguien curioso... parece lo mismo pero no cultivo pretensiones. aprendo mucho y no me conformo con lo que sé. quien se adhiere etiquetas tiende a presumirse. me reconozco alguien con sed de aprender; y que ello no siempre implica absorber todo lo escrito sin cuestionar o generarse preguntas. yo hago preguntas e investigo. luego, tal vez, sé.

-quienes han influido en tu forma de pensar?

 muchas personas, no podria terminar en un párrafo; aunque puedo citar inmediatamente a mi madre por formarme como soy; Danilo Pérez y su cualidad de ir más allá de metáforas e ilustraciones... muchos colegas con los que toco son fuente inagotable de sabiduria y enseñanza.

-cual ha sido tu motivación.

el "NO" de las circunstancias... y las posibilidades.  todo parece estar en contra, pero entre más entiendo las posibilidades, trato de jugar mejor mis piezas y arriesgar todo,  jugar a ganar y no tener miedo a la próxima jugada. el miedo nunca se va, coexiste.

-cual de tus proyectos te gusta más? 


todos mis proyectos tienen todo mi cariño. es el mismo amor en diferentes aspectos. Radio Frecuency exige cosas distintas de mi:  hacer coros, tocar para la canción, simplicidad y focus, trabajo en equipo...  Hacienda y Sana Capital(recientemente reclutado como back up) me exigen más técnicamente y es un desafío diferente, aunque igual debo pensar en la canción,  el playground es un desafío. con Eliécer es el mismo monstruo en otro escenario,  donde debo refinar aún mas mi lenguaje e intensidad... es un desafio emocionante en cada uno, no hay ni mas ni menos;  en todos debo estar al 1000%,  enfocado, escuchando, inspirando, proponiendo. estoy en los mejores proyectos que puedo estar,  donde siento que mi personalidad adopta la caracteristica que cada proyecto requiere. 4 aspectos distintos,  el mismo espíritu. he mutado en múltiples estilos pero me mantengo lo más fiel a mi mismo posible.

-como te visualizas a futuro?

no pienso demasiado en el futuro. no imaginaba nada de este presente. un dia a la vez,  enfocado y viviendo cada cosa al máximo posible es todo lo que sé. todo lo que conozco es esta noche. este gig.  si, planeo y me preparo,  pero no existe el futuro. es arrogante pensarlo en diseño; lo pienso en prepararme para lo que venga. sé lo que quiero,  pero solo conozco las cartas que tengo y trato de jugar mi mejor mano siempre.

-sientes que haz logrado algo? 


no hay nada que lograr,  salvo ser. puedo ser mejor,  puedo lograr muchas cosas;  he vivido cosas que solo podía imaginar. el dia que deje de sentir nervios o que sienta que haya logrado algo... me retiro. no tendría sentido.

Con cuál rasgo de ti mismo has tenido que hacer las paces y respetarlo para seguir adelante?

de mis múltiples defectos resalto el que soy un estudiante terrible,  lo cual me hace un mal profesor. enseñar me ha enseñado a aprender mejor. ello sumado a mi pesimismo. he aprendido a enfocarme en el mejor lado de las cosas y a no perder el entusiasmo. sin el, somos como un robot sin electricidad. es lo que motiva a estudiar y aprender mejor.

-que no te gusta?

no me gusta la adulación excesiva, me resulta incómoda y embarazosa. eso tiene su gente. valoro mucho el impacto que causa lo que hago, pero esa adulación en exceso es porque usualmente las personas se proyectan. desean esa gloria, admiración y alimento del ego para si mismas. yo no me dedico a esto para ser aplaudido,  pero acepto lo que viene con ello. no me permito que las trivialidades me desvíen de mi propósito. yo me apego a mi criterio y sé de lo que soy capaz y lo que no. intento ser objetivo. el riesgo de no hacerlo es perder la objetividad, creer que eres bueno y "mereces" algo.  esa sensación de conformidad no puede ser amiga de ningún arte.

-si pudieras cambiar algo, que seria? de ti mismo. de tu país.

por mucho que cuesta recordarlo, el unico cambio que importa, es el propio.

jueves, 18 de agosto de 2016

Nubian Marty McFly

Nubian Marty McFly...
A drum as a flux capacitor
Turning time into tempo
toying with numbers 
coding a languaje
made out of the thin air.
Changing air into the breathing pulse
of the ritual dance; even when nothing is holy.
A crazy hair bass player as Doc Emmeth Brown.
Sailing in this surreal city
Where cars don't fly, but prices do.
Where living is cheap, but being alive cost too much.
Where the only constant is the quality of the inequality
The fear feeding the silence, being silenced with noise.
An occasional gunshot. A never ending bleep of driving mad selfish kids
Too desperate, going nowhere.
You don't feel to belong to this times
of conformity and dysfunctional kind of order
You don't know what's home, anymore...
You used to pray for many changes, and what?
Now you sold your faith for none.
You are trapped in every surreal timelapse you just can imagine,
or the ones you try to make us wonder, if we dare
perhaps, don't be a chicken.
So, turn your drums into a DeLorean
And travel across the universes
One dream at a time.
Thru time, one song at once.
daring to scape reality... dreaming a new one. in the surreal contradiction of being at none.