Hello everyone. Today I copy and paste an email I wrote tonight to return to the regional semifinals Arezzo Wave. Summarize in one word: despair!
Goodnight everyone.
This time I will write two lines as I usually do, but I'll have a swell hard to stop.
Back up a discourse that is particularly dear to me and I can not reopen this evening for what I saw but also heard. We went to zero, with the group to attend the regional semifinals of Italy Wave. I state at once that, like many others, we sent our demo to try to participate in the selection and we were not selected. But I would also point out that this serves only as a folklorist. Certainly, the sorry thing and jokes, including us, are wasted. But as far as I'm concerned, the background has no value. E 'and other times no one has ever thought that this might somehow affect the desire to make music. But tonight I come home with a great desire to make a bell'urlo and split the vocal cords.
What about the evening? I will not go for nothing in an argument which I think is my responsibility, and that is all that concerns the arrangement of parts or musical style. Anyone who knows me knows that I listen and I always listened to music of all genres, from heavy metal to more melodic horribly corny. What I completely broke down this evening is to discover that the voice no longer has any value in music. At least not around here. Singing for over 10 years, I have invested so much in music as a hobby. I discovered that the voice can be a wonderful tool richer than any other instrument. And I know to learn to use a calendar year. But after all this time I can assess with a certain objectivity that I feel. This evening I heard voices. I heard screams, grunts, noises. Please, anyone can do whatever he wants with his instrument. Of course, if an incorrect battery all attacks, all wrong or a guitarist or a bassist solos all the wrong tone, people would see what is happening. "Sometimes," "are young people, "or" that crap, but who did play these people? ", etc.. I wonder if it was a singer and not carry a tune? If it were the voice tool that has nothing to do? Nobody eyelid. This I realized tonight. It takes little to understand it, just take a trip in cigarette break between the people and learn their comments.
And over here never mind ... hmmm ... oh well, we put the "little" quotation marks well . The worst thing that I think is that whoever selects who gets the task to choose the proposals to be presented at a festival of national significance, not being aware of who is sending on stage, or worse, they are apathetic. Of that I heard tonight, nothing that I did not know already left me a track. Indeed, they have left traces, but more than anything else, splits. I felt offended, not for me personally, but for the class of all those who have had minimal contact with his voice and know what it means to put a note after the other to build a melody. I felt offended because I thought that years of study are useless if not to satisfy his ego, while the singing is a way to communicate, is a way to convey emotions, a far cry from the idea to satisfy only themselves. I'm angry because I have not heard anyone who tried to sing and could not take it, but because I saw a stage hosted by singers who are not singers, who see the entry tool to release the text empty, lifeless. In some cases, the musical support makes up for this shortcoming, it is true, sometimes not even the scaffolding holding music, and listening to something completely undefined ... noise, in fact. Now I ask myself and wonder if there is a melody, if what you say you do not understand a comma, if among other things, the text is in English just to complicate a bit 'more understanding ... what is the singer? Meditate
people, I have already thought enough and my conclusions I have already drawn.
I greet you with the hope that in other parts of Italy there are people smarter than the selection of bands. Still
goodnight
Vinz
Goodnight everyone.
This time I will write two lines as I usually do, but I'll have a swell hard to stop.
Back up a discourse that is particularly dear to me and I can not reopen this evening for what I saw but also heard. We went to zero, with the group to attend the regional semifinals of Italy Wave. I state at once that, like many others, we sent our demo to try to participate in the selection and we were not selected. But I would also point out that this serves only as a folklorist. Certainly, the sorry thing and jokes, including us, are wasted. But as far as I'm concerned, the background has no value. E 'and other times no one has ever thought that this might somehow affect the desire to make music. But tonight I come home with a great desire to make a bell'urlo and split the vocal cords.
What about the evening? I will not go for nothing in an argument which I think is my responsibility, and that is all that concerns the arrangement of parts or musical style. Anyone who knows me knows that I listen and I always listened to music of all genres, from heavy metal to more melodic horribly corny. What I completely broke down this evening is to discover that the voice no longer has any value in music. At least not around here. Singing for over 10 years, I have invested so much in music as a hobby. I discovered that the voice can be a wonderful tool richer than any other instrument. And I know to learn to use a calendar year. But after all this time I can assess with a certain objectivity that I feel. This evening I heard voices. I heard screams, grunts, noises. Please, anyone can do whatever he wants with his instrument. Of course, if an incorrect battery all attacks, all wrong or a guitarist or a bassist solos all the wrong tone, people would see what is happening. "Sometimes," "are young people, "or" that crap, but who did play these people? ", etc.. I wonder if it was a singer and not carry a tune? If it were the voice tool that has nothing to do? Nobody eyelid. This I realized tonight. It takes little to understand it, just take a trip in cigarette break between the people and learn their comments.
And over here never mind ... hmmm ... oh well, we put the "little" quotation marks well . The worst thing that I think is that whoever selects who gets the task to choose the proposals to be presented at a festival of national significance, not being aware of who is sending on stage, or worse, they are apathetic. Of that I heard tonight, nothing that I did not know already left me a track. Indeed, they have left traces, but more than anything else, splits. I felt offended, not for me personally, but for the class of all those who have had minimal contact with his voice and know what it means to put a note after the other to build a melody. I felt offended because I thought that years of study are useless if not to satisfy his ego, while the singing is a way to communicate, is a way to convey emotions, a far cry from the idea to satisfy only themselves. I'm angry because I have not heard anyone who tried to sing and could not take it, but because I saw a stage hosted by singers who are not singers, who see the entry tool to release the text empty, lifeless. In some cases, the musical support makes up for this shortcoming, it is true, sometimes not even the scaffolding holding music, and listening to something completely undefined ... noise, in fact. Now I ask myself and wonder if there is a melody, if what you say you do not understand a comma, if among other things, the text is in English just to complicate a bit 'more understanding ... what is the singer? Meditate
people, I have already thought enough and my conclusions I have already drawn.
I greet you with the hope that in other parts of Italy there are people smarter than the selection of bands. Still
goodnight
Vinz
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