The Red River Shore: MySpace is kool or The revolution starts now

Wednesday, February 21, 2007

MySpace is kool or The revolution starts now

For ages I thought that all that MySpace business was just another case of kids entertainment only.

So I decided to finally tested myself and of course it could be a kids thing but also is an incredible way for independent artists to promote their music, sending a big fuck off to all the record companies and majors and lawyers and PR men and all that shit, the people who decide what kind of music we have to listen.

Just start your MySpace page (you wont find mine easily hehe...) and start to add a couple of your favourite artists. In a while you will be contacted by tons of young and unknown musicians in search of their glory days. It will be fun: you can listen to them, decide if you want to go further with their music, contact them directly, talk with them and give them a chance. Is like in the old days, when the music was spreading around thanx only to the word of mouth. Today, to give you an idea, i was contacted by a Hong Kong band, another one from Australia and an obscure combo from Minnesota, Usa.

Of course people like Bob Dylan or Bruce Springsteen have their own MySpace (they understood what is the future of music...) but dont expect them to answer you. Keef Richards have an absolutely cool page anyway.

Hey, even dead artists have their own MySpace page: I got to be friend with my hero Gram Parsons, and to think he died more than 30 years ago... we have nice discussions tho.

Anyway, I like to introduce my first discovery, this beautiful girl from Norwich, Uk. Lisa Redford. She is absolutely brilliant and a terrific vocalist: she already have two albums behind her. Visit her MySpace, search for Parrot Records MySpace.

here Lisa:

1 comment:

James K said...: Make yourself known to me and become my friend.

Visit my page:
http://wwww.myspace.com/jamesketchell

Become my mate. Here are some other pages you should check out:
http://www.myspace.com/thetailors
http://www.myspace.com/mendejoveski; 13:44

The Love Song

Though the love song comes in many guises – songs of exultation and praise, songs of rage and of despair, erotic songs, songs of abandonment and loss – they all address God, for it is the haunted premises of longing that the true love song inhabits. It is a howl in the void, for Love and for comfort and it lives on the lips of the child crying for his mother. It is the song of the lover in need of her loved one, the raving of the lunatic supplicant petitioning his God. It is the cry of one chained to the earth, to the ordinary and to the mundane, craving flight; a flight into inspiration and imagination and divinity.

The love song is the sound of our endeavours to become God-like, to rise up and above the earthbound and the mediocre.

- Nick Cave

Mystery

Mystery is ancient. It's the essence of everything. It violates all conventions of beauty and understanding. It was there before the beginning, and it will be there beyond the end. We were created in it. The Mississippi Sheiks recorded a song called "Stop and Listen." To most music aficionados, it's but a ragtime blues. But to me, it's words of wisdom. Saint Paul said we see through the glass darkly. There's plenty of mystery in nature and contemporary life. For some people, it's too harsh to deal with. But I don't see it that way.
(Bob Dylan)

La strada verso casa

“Ho avuto delle ambizioni di cui non potevo fare a meno, e come in una odissea, in qualche modo dovevo trovare la strada di casa. Capii che dovevo ritrovare quella casa che avevo lasciato tempo addietro e che non riuscivo a ricordare dove fosse esattamente. Ma ero sulla strada di casa. E incontrare ciò che ho incontrato su questa strada, era proprio come lo avevo previsto. In realtà, non avevo alcuna ambizione. Sono nato molto lontano da dove avrei dovuto nascere e perciò sono sulla strada di casa”
(Bob Dylan)

Sonetto 129 

The expense of spirit in a waste of shame  is lust in action; and till action, lust  is perjured, murderous, bloody, full of blame,  savage, extreme, rude, cruel, not to trust,  Enjoy'd no sooner but despised straight,  Past reason hunted, and no sooner had  Past reason hated, as a swallow’d bait.  On purpose laid to make the taker mad;  Mad in pursuit and in possession so;  Had, having, and in quest to have, extreme;  A bliss in proof, and proved, a very woe;  Before, a joy proposed; behind, a dream.  All this the world well knows; yet none knows well  To shun the heaven that leads men to this hell (Shakespeare)

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Wednesday, February 21, 2007

MySpace is kool or The revolution starts now

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