No more beautiful words have ever been sung, loudly, proudly, and with much rebellion as has the one and only Joan Jett and the Blackhearts when the song I Love Rock n Roll was first released. For many people of the metal persuasion (myself included), there is a certain rallying call, if you will, and that call sounds like “dude, you gonna go see The Veil Between tonight? …dude…we have to go…they completely will shake your brain.”
The one thing that not a whole lot of people think about when bangin’ their heads to the latest stuff from whatever iconic rock band they are loving at the moment, is the fact that they all came from somewhere. That somewhere is usually one of the band member’s garages, with them, as Dave Grohl of both Nirvana and Foo Fighters fame, has been quoted as stating, that real music is not produced or made to sound like it can sell millions right away. Real music is not produced in a Disney, Inc. recording studio – real music is created by real musicians whose music sounds really, really noisy, guaranteed really, really bad, by guys who just want to rock. The best, most memorable music started because of one thing – the creators of those songs, the really bad ones (at first, at least), started in their hearts and souls, because they just simply had the passion to learn, on their own, how to bring that music out of them and into the world, one day, having gone from just a couple of notes they didn’t know how to play (but did), and morphing into the genre these days known and loved simply as “Metal.”
I won’t lie to anyone – I still love to tangle my hair the only way that any real rocker knows how to (lighters and metal horns up for the head-bangin’ girls ’round the world, folks, even the veterans like me). I still can be seen very mesmerized by a screechin’ guitar riff, and these days, because I am a rockin’ mom, I have passed this appreciation for the work behind the music to my kids. It has become somewhat of a daily thing here at our house, to not forget the independent musician. Many of my very best friends, and one singer in particular, have all become and will remain to be a huge part of my life. It is not because they will “make it big” one day (or maybe a few might…who knows?), but that there is one thing about an indie rocker that no Disney-fied “artist” can ever have in them, unless they, too, are themselves, as indie – that one thing is passion for their craft, in the sense that they know they have worked hard, polished their style, and now it is all about the music, the local fan base, and more than much else – reaching out to that fan base, and ultimately, the world.
I suppose the actual reason that this was written is to give you all a reminder that all of those bands that go on a world tour, who make you all want to bang your head because they simply and totally ROCK that hard, all started out somewhere, and normally that somewhere is someone’s backyard, or someone’s garage, when they were just teens who were bored and who loved the idea of maybe one day, they might make it to the world stage, and one day, they might be as big as Zeppelin, and maybe one day, they might actually make a good living from this music thing, but for now, they will love, with a great passion, the music that they alone can hear playing which spawn something all their own- their own music.
All hail the indies of the world, for without them, legions of girls won’t scream their names, and armies of long-haired young men would have no reason to keep us all reminded of the words, as quoted and made legendary by Sean Penn’s Jeff Spicolli in Fast Times at Ridgemont High, and which still ring true today : “Hey Bud! Let’s Party!” and really, it is not the actual or only the partying which keeps this part of music alive, but rather and only the constant exchange of energies between the musicians and their love for their ever-broadening craft, and we, the fans who love them, support them, watch them, buy their music (they have to eat, too, you know).
Without our independent musicians, there is no way for the fans of all those long haired rockers from our youth, who also played in their garages, who also sounded really bad before they were part of rock and roll history as we know it today. Please, support your local music scene, and embrace those musicians, because you really have no idea who you might be pals with. Those kids playing really badly may well end up being the next Nirvana, or perhaps the next Metallica, or even the next set of rock and roll game changers like none other than the deified Led Zeppelin. You really never know. Love your local music scene, and support your local musicians. Pay to get into their shows, and for sure buy their CDs and their band merch, because really, that is how they all get to where they want to be. Through their fans !
All hail rock and roll…metal horns WAY up !!