The music industry is in the toilet right now according to the music executives. Lamont Dozier, one of the great pop
songwriter of the Motown generation, agrees. He says this can be a good thing. "Opportunity is knocking." He means we're waiting for something new to come along and that today's songwriters have a chance to sell the world that sound.
The irony is that the music executives don't seem to want to listen to anything that sounds different. So, how can it happen?
Everything I heard last night and today at the Taxi A&R convention sounded like it was based on all the tried and true money-making formulas. It was old and tired.
People who create new music are encouraged to reshape their sound to fit the mold.
Maybe we'll get someone to listen to the Findells while we're here and maybe we won't. But, so far at least, we understand that we're aliens in this homogenous music scene. I'm not going to intentionally write a song for them. I'm here to see if they want to listen to something else. Taxi, proposing to want to introduce new music to the world, is actually (unintentionally perhaps) slowing down the process by catering to the same old thing.
Sure, music is subjective. And everyone is not going to like everything. But, to disavow a sound merely because it sidesteps formula is ludicrous. As Paul and I left for lunch, an "expert" was listening to material from a randomly chosen songwriter in order to tell that songwriter how to make her song better- or really how to make it sound like other songs. He thinks formula is what we're after.
I wonder what they would think of Lou Reed or Iggy Pop or Nick Cave. If someone played their music here, the suits would probably snicker. Aren't the Ramones being played during the 7th inning stretch in Yankee Stadium?
What the Findells are after is feeling. And we're here to see if they'd like to experience our point of view. Instead, they think it is better if we all have the same point of view.
Maybe later today or tomorrow we'll find someone who agrees with a similar philosophy.
Oh, the Open mic was very much like it is anywhere- mostly excruciating.
But, there are some good people here and the spirits are high and we're learning something about the industry. We can't afford the food at the convention so we head to Dennys. Ain't much good to eat near the airport. And, of course, the muzac piped into Denny's is exactly what the execs at TAxi is looking for.
No more soap box. I'll wait my turn. Put CDs in shiny happy hands. Smile and tell them we sound like...
Hasta luego.
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Paul schmoozes in the bar