music of the future and music of the past

Last Saturday my friend Frietje took me to see a pretty cool band called Field Music in the clubhouse. They reminded me of a section in my record cabinet called ‘pop that don’t suck’ as Billy Joel, 10CC, Steely Dan, Paul McCartney and Supertramp were all easily recognizable as being heavy influences to their songwriting. Supposedly one of its members is the son of Sting, which sounds an awful lot like a bad comic book spin-off. Luckily there weren’t any Police influences to be found. Although the Police did write some seriously good tunes (especially ‘Behind My Camel’ and ‘Canary in a Coalmine’ come to mind), they seemed to suffer from their own airplay more than the average much played radio star. Like Aretha or Michael Jackson, or the Boss for that matter. Anyway, them Field Music boys were really quite good at playing music, yet I’m kind of anxious to hearing their own sound, which I thought was kind of lost in adaptation there.

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Speaking of music and influences, have you seen Marcel Alexander Wiebenga’s blog on ‘music and what it does for/to the world’ yet? It’s called 010110 (named after the day it started), but hey, what’s in a name? It covers awesome disasters in musical history, different ways of music meeting advertising, music videos that didn’t make MTV broadcasting on (punkrock) fridays, downloadable ‘perfect’ compilations, conspiracies of all sorts, ace youtube linkage, devos and divas, freaks and legends and well… just plain good stuff. Plus, of course, the funny writings of one bad ass drummer / music lover / sales tycoon and —most of all— connaisseur of the postmodern musical canon.

If you just tuned in be sure to discover at least two older posts on, first, a dutch guy that can hear which brand and model bass guitar is used as Mark King (of Level 42) slaps and plucks some of his trademark riffs on the spot on a couple of different bass guitars and, second, Marcel’s two-parted study on how rap ’n rock crossover experiments in the past have ‘helped spawn a horrible genre’. It’s, as we say in dutch, ‘to laugh your cock out of your pants over.’

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  1. Posted April 26, 2010 at 2:21 pm | Permalink

    wiebanga?

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