Archive for August, 2010

The X Factor = RUBBISH

Wednesday, August 25th, 2010

I’ve had writer’s block over the last few days. Not because I haven’t felt particularly passionate or emotional about anything – far from it, baby – it’s just that my overriding has been pure hatred. Hatred for commercialism, hated for hats with symbols on them, hatred for ‘unnatural’ grated cheese, hatred for The X Factor.

This show isn’t television, no matter how many televisions it is shown on. And it isn’t much, no matter how much it can be heard. It is trash, and I hate it with a passion as high as Simon Cowell’s trousers (he wears his trousers high up the idiot! Haha).

Every week is the same. People come along, do something, then either win or lose. I’d much rather spend my time watching the football. At least that’s real!

And it takes advantage of people who are obviously mentally ill (not that you don’t have to have a screw loose to watch it!) in order to make a quick buck. It’s the worst kind of commercialism possible, it’s not real music, and it disgusts me.

Back to reality…

Have you seen the Bob Dylan Victoria’s Secret advert? It’s great that he’s so obviously taking the mick out of consumerism by sarcastically taking a paycheque for promoting a product. Stick it to a man, his royal Bobness!

What annoys me is that if Bob Dylan would have auditioned for The X Factor, he probably wouldn’t have even got through! They’d have said: “What are you doing here? You’re Bob Dylan!” and he would have been asked to leave the show. It disgusts me.

I need to stop getting wound up by the television. Ooh, maybe I could write a song about this…

Xlax-Factor (Words by M Barker)
Simon Cowell,
You wear high trousers,
Why can’t you write real music,
Like Rod Stewart?

Boom – I’m back in the game.

Album Artwork

Thursday, August 19th, 2010

Music isn’t just about sound, man. It’s about the whole experience? How does it make you feel? What does it make you see? And, most importantly, how does it sound?

I used to paint a lot when I was younger. Really pumping still life was my bag, like Vinny Van Gogh crossed with Paul Van Dyk. I lost a lot of my stuff after the divorce (I used Corn Flakes for a lot of my pieces. My ex poured milk on them in a fit of rage). Still, I’ve found a few that I hope you enjoy.

fishy fishy fishy BANG!!!

Bob Dylan Fish
This answers the age-old question of whether Bob Dylan would still be as good if he was a fish.

feel it, man

jus’ thinkin’

This is some concept art I put together for my first album (pending release, pending writing, pending album deal. Nearly there!). As you can see I’ve tried to establish the idea of the world and a person in it. My music primarily deals with these two issues: people and the world.

I try to hint at this in my song ‘People and the World’…

People and the World (Words by M Barker, Music by dunno)
People and the World
People and the World
People and the World
Yeeeeaaaah.
x15

I figured that if I covered people and the world in my lyrics, I’d essentially be writing a song about everything, and it would automatically be better than even American Pies by Don McLean. But then I started thinking spacially, and I had to write a follow-up, but ‘Aliens and Animals and Space etc’ just wasn’t as catchy, man.

Looking back at it though, it’s a little bit cryptic. I should’ve taken a leaf out of Eiffel 65′s book and just sung about a Picasso period (I loved their ‘Massacre in Korea’ B-Side).

Music to make you think

Tuesday, August 17th, 2010

I’ve been spending a lot of time thinking about people who are worse off than me. Namely, everyone who hasn’t been touched by the power of music, and everyone who has been touched by the power of the music of Bono.

It’s not that I don’t respect Bono as a man – I do. I’d have just done his music differently. For example, his song ‘One’ I’d have done like this:

Juan (Words by M Barker)
Is he getting better?
And is he still from Spain?
You’ll have to make it easier, mainly,
The rain falls on the plain.

Chorus:
Juan Lopez
Juan Lopez
And it’s Juan’s dream in the night.
He said:
“Ay senorita, est tu mama tambien.
Ay senorita, est tu mama tabien.”
But I can’t keep holding Juan.

Just a little snippet from an earlier 90s idea I wrote on the back of a bus ticket…

That’s not all I’d change about Bono’s lyrics though. In the song ‘Elevation’ I’d change the chorus from ‘Ooooh’ to ‘Upppppp’ because that’s consistent, and it’s one thing that he’s lacked over the years.

I took a week away from the hustle and bustle of the online internet in order to get back to nature. My mate bought me a gallon of organic cider and I ate some raw meat, then sat down and attempted to really nail what I was feeling. Rather than a classic, I just felt ill and vomited all over the kitchen sink. Hardly ideal, but I think I read somewhere that this is a how Brian Eno got started so can’t complain too much. Mopped up both in the kitchen and playing slots online too!

This weekend I’ve got the kids for the first time in a while. Struggling for things to do. Might teach Eric 7 how to play the guitar. Sally has a good singing voice, so perhaps we could be the first father-daughter-son band since… well, ever!

I’m sure their mother will find fault in this plan somewhere.

Writing, writing, writing…

Thursday, August 5th, 2010

Getting band members is proving more difficult than I thought. I’ve had one response from someone who sounded like a serial killer! He said something about having plenty of “free time” and that he liked ‘earth music’. Actually, he said he was from Chorlton too so he was probably just an unemployed hippy. Either way – no dice, pal!

I’m gonna look at putting some of my music online. I’ve got plenty of sound recording equipment and also my Polycom Soundstation 2 should I want to transmit it over the web. Who knows, maybe one day I’ll use it and set up a webcam and do a stream on the internet??

So I’ve been just letting the music flow from me. Trying some stuff, stroking a few chords off, whatever. I’ve come up with a ballad about a man who had a nervous breakdown last year which ended his marriage…

“Hard Pill To Swallow” (Words and music by M. Barker)
They found me in a skip,
I thought it was a house.
I hung on to a mouse.
I said it was my sister.

The doctor told me: “Steve,
This isn’t all a lark,
You’ve took your leave from Sanity Park,
And your heard is in the dark.”

Chorus:
It was a hard pill to swallow,
When you told me to go.
Without saying goodbye to the kids.
And I had to move to Chorlton.

My job was now in flames,
But I said that I’d be back,
I said I’d start a band,
And we’d be on the Top of the Pops.

Chorus x2

Bridge:
WHY DID YOU LEAVE ME?
WHY DID YOU LEAVE ME?
WHY DID YOU LEAVE ME?
WHY DID YOU LEAVE ME?

Bridge 2:
I’M FINE NOW
I’M FINE NOW
I’M FINE NOW
I’M FINE… NOWWWWWWWWWWW

Chorus x3

It’s about my friend.