Thursday, 13 February 2014

Reinventing The Wheel.

A good friend and myself started a musical duo about 10 years ago and name ourselves "The Frequency Of Ghosts" or The FOG (get it?) for short. We do as much work and touring as Elvis does but for all intensive purposes we are still a band and enjoy the very rare chance to rock out now and again. We evolved over our several independent album releases and though our youthful naivety shows through in large segments, one can also trace very noticeably, though the instruments we played at first were in our finest amateur capacity, our tendency to try and reinvent the wheel. The problem was, we had literally only started teaching ourselves how to play music. He with guitar duties, myself with the bass, interchanging vocals and relying on percussion and bizarre effects from a trusty Yamaha keyboard.

Now when you're 19, 20 odd years old, and you don't have that confidence that comes from playing a musical instrument particularly well, you want to sound lyrically astute, assured even, so your naive, social views come into play when writing lyrics. This gave birth to our song "Americana". It was basically an ill advised attempt to write an "ANGRY" song attacking Bush's America. But in hindsight this was me ignoring what was going on in my own country and the whole "Bankers, Wankers and Thieves" mentality which killed the so called Celtic Tiger. It was a punky, angry song sung by a messed up, angry little man and I cringe when I hear it. So a number of years after it, I've borrowed the guitar work, slowed it to a snails pace, practically rapped my way through the verses, completely changed the chorus and it became "Just A Man".

The theme is inspired by recent events inspired by LGBTQ events, financial struggles, civil rights, racism, religious beliefs.............Aaaaaaaaaghhhh..... my heads exploding!! And there you have it, the last sentence says it all. The musings of a blue collar working man who has too much to think about and can't save the world but wants to protect his family and the small bit he owns. It also boasts my proudest lyric: "We're all too busy telling somebody what's wrong with them, than celebrating they're unique." The closest I'll ever get to a decent epitaph. Thanks again for listening.

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