Sunday, January 3, 2010
My daily Google Alerts come back in many languages, all speaking the universal language of music. She will be remembered.
My goal is and has always been, to promote LIVE music. To get people off their butt and out to the venue, whether it's a bar or an arena. Recorded music is a different animal and bears little resemblance to the performance experience. One only has to listen to the pre-packaged, over produced swill that passes itself off as "Popular Music" and wonder, what's so great about this.Today's Pop with all those sound effects and over dubs, making pretty people sound halfway decent, using studio musicians, all to sell a product. And dupe you. Where is the great music I grew up with??
It's out there folks, but YOU have to get out of your chair, house, car to experience it.
There are so many talented bands out there, scraping along, trying to make ends meet. YOU are missing it. The electricity that comes off the stage from musicians who are poring their very souls into their performance, that, my friends, is the greatest high you will ever feel. And you can experience it yourself, just inches away, if you only go out and give it a chance. It doesn't have to be some big-name band. Just pick music you like and you will find fresh new songs every bit as good, maybe better, without putting out a fortune to sit in a giant stadium and watch a speck on a stage (while the sound bounces off the walls and becomes incomprehensible).
So, I film and photograph and network and beg bands to let me help promote them (for free) Sometimes, it makes them a bit nervous, what kind of nut does all this for nothing? But, like a line from Inglorious Bastards (new, but my new favorite and sure to be a classic) , 99.9999% there is a catch, but history has shown that fate will extend a hand once in a while (okay, it's something like that) And 99% of the bands I have helped would agree. I'm the same kind of nut who puts their all into religion, or sports, or politics. A nut who is passionate about what they believe. We are all crazy, it's just the degree and intent that matters. My arrow is pointing firmly toward the good side of crazy.
I believe that music is the universal language and live music can bring us all together. Live music makes us alive. I "feel" music. You can too,
Over the next month I will be taking KaBinks Music Promotions to a new level. So much is in the works, it doesn't make sense to start a new "kabinks" pages with established pages already here.
I will be separating all Kabinks pages from my personal life. My Myspace page, KaBinks, will be dedicated to Videos and band promotions. I will still also continue to promote my personal favorite bands on "unofficial"
I will friend each of you(my buds) on my new personal page soon (it's up, just needs some tweaks) don't worry, you'll know it's me.
Happy New Year,
Monday, August 31, 2009
............Oh Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood. (ahhh, Eric Burdan, what a voice)
Wishful wishing. The problem isn't being misunderstood. The problem is people have a hard time wrapping their minds around the fact that everyone thinks differently. Everyone comes from a different reality, a different place in time, a different thought process. What you think when you're 20 or 50, what your experiences/education has taught you. If only we could be judged by the good we do or the harm we cause. Not what someone else decides or claims to be true.
Let's play Ad-Libs. She dresses like a (insert your stereotype here) she must be ( insert nasty name). He always hangs with (undesirable group) so he probably does (unlawful act). He/she dates a (whatever) so they must be (whatever). Unfortunately the more uncomfortable a person is with their own self image, the harder they judge others. A bad self image causes deep hatred inside. Since we are hardwired to protect ourselves, we lash out at others instead of ourselves. People who seem more comfortable, more happy, more successful than we are. Let's bring them down to our level. If I am walking around the neighborhood, it's not because i enjoy walking, it's because I'm casing out homes for robbery. If I am talking to your boyfriend, it's not because I'm friendly, it's because I'm trying to steal him. If I get home at 3:00am it's not because I decided to hang with some friends after the show, it's because I was shooting up in an alley.
Seven deadly sins, add a couple together and watch the people roll in the mud. Thinking the worse of others makes us happier with ourselves. It's a game people secretly enjoy. EVERYONE is happy to see the person they envy brought down a peg or two. Jealousy/Envy, we all suffer from it once in a while, it's human nature. People just love to hear and spread gossip, "dish dirt", truthful or not. One person, once a close friend of mine said, "awww it's just "Talking Trash" it's not lying". Instead of bettering ourselves, lets just bring them down. Everyone nice and even. Then maybe I'll feel better about myself.
But then, we go too far. The rock starts rolling down the hill. Voicing our jealous suspicions and our envious venom. Stating them as facts and using those false facts to hurt innocent victims. The person who is doing what we want to do, but can't. Lets bring them down, teach them a lesson about being better then us.
Take one envious, middle-aged, bitter, single person and add one gullible, insecure, spouse and have a swig of my life this past year.
I've learned the hard way that a nice juicy story is way more fun for people to believe than the truth. That people just love to find out the worst of someone, especially if it looks like that person was "pretending" to be good. The more you protest your innocence, the more they laugh behind your back. "After all", they think, "I would have done it if I could have, so she probably did too". And " she deserves it, look at how she dances"(envy), "look at how she dresses"(envy) "why, I would never do that" (yea, cause you can't) "She has money and her husband doesn't mind that she travels, what's up with that? It looks fishy to me." (jealousy). "What other reason could she have to go there"(ummm...cause like the other 500 people there, I'm a fan) " She admitted she talked to him"( I talk to every band I film, that's how I get permission )
So, like the old shampoo commercial, she tells someone, and they tell someone, and so on, and so on. You find out who your friends really are and who just rather go along with the company line, it's much easier that way. After all, "It's not really my concern" and "I rather be friends with the more important side". Who really cares? " If they make a 'movie of the week' about it, maybe I'll be outraged for you", but only cause it's the popular thing to do at the moment.
Being proven innocent didn't give Fatty Arbuckle back his career or Bruno Hauptmann back his life. But time heals wounds and it can vindicate. The person who spreads dirt, is dirt. The gullible will always believe what they are told to believe, that is their own purgatory. Self doubt is it's own agony.
I first started blogging in a preemptive attempt to explain who and what I am. As a dancer and a "not too bad looking for my age" female, I have often dealt with misunderstandings by both the opposite sex and their significant others. It's hard for people to understand where I'm coming from until they get to know me. My husband and I are very much married, best friends for 36 years. I spent 30 years raising and caring for my children. I never had a young adult life. I'm just starting to catch on to the club and bar scene. I have an empty nest. I miss caring for others, so I care for young bands who need a little help now and then. I have always loved my dancing and now, without obligations at home, I can go out and dance to the bands I love to follow. The years I've spent videotaping and photographing my children gave me the experience to help bands promote themselves.
I have never wanted anything more then to help promote those things I care about. I have never asked for anything in return, I'm a mom, moms rarely get thanks, it's our job after all .
I only hope that those people I helped and who called me friend would judge me by what I have done for them and not by the gossip stitched together with half truths, hearsay and delusion.
8 months and it still hurts. Injustice is always a bitter pill. Time, give it time........
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
Think about it, what song plays in your head all the time? What song have you made your own???