First off I must make the usual disclaimer that while this is the Louder Than Dirt blog, the primary contributor so far is DK. Since there is little drama among the members of the band, who are hardworking comrades, I find that the conflicts that affect me in my relations with the band are internal to me.
My daughter recently wrote a song for her excellent band The Romero Sisters with the refrain, “Rock and roll is a masculine artform.” The song asserts that women should occupy a more prominent place in the manner of music my daughter loves. She professes to enjoy LTD shows, and I’m not so egotistical as to think that that the song is about me. Nevertheless, Louder Than Dirt consists entirely of men, and manly men we are too. Julian is tall, tan, and athletic. Both Lawsky brothers sport ultra-masculine shaven pates. Continue reading →
My favorite record by Radiohead is Kid A, not, I take it, their most famous record, but in my opinion a sleeper. That album contains many sounds that, taken in isolation, sound horrible, but in their contexts are sublime. Supposedly, at the time that album emerged, the members of Radiohead were much taken with Autechre and the whole genre of digitally created blips and blorps. Now, the blip-blorp school of music is indeed boring and trivial, but Kid A is a deeply moving artifact. Here, as is so often the case, influence and genesis are truly quite irrelevant. All that matters is the individual achievement. Keats, for example, was greatly influenced by Edmund Spenser, who is worth a look, and the Continue reading →
Louder Than Dirt is destiny because it is the culmination of all that has come before. This is a noble achievement, but it is not a technical accomplishment alone, nor even an effect, primarily, of education (although the members of LTD are unusually well-educated for rock musicians and certainly not lacking in technical gifts), nor even the product of our personal chemistry. Louder Than Dirt is destiny because of its commitment to truth. The players are each capable of great spontaneity, and every musical phrase in our repertoire is more or less improvised. But the members all share a particular personality trait, namely, a highly reflective habit of mind. Reflection is the opposite of impulse, and so our music manifests a style that is spontaneous and improvisational, but not impulsive. We think about stuff, we talk about the stuff we think about, and our music, energetic and raw though it may be, expresses this thoughtfulness. Four different people will obviously have four different lives’ experiences. But we’ve been together so long, and the interactions that make up our artistic collaboration are so intense, that our lives’ experiences are not, I would say, the main topic of conversation. Mostly we talk about matters of taste, that is, our respective and differing enthusiasms. And for reasons that I, DK, can’t explain despite Continue reading →
Hi, bloggofans! DK here. Long time no speak. Let me assure you that, having completed Madness and Morals, Louder Than Dirt has been busy rehearsing and working up new tunes for our next CD release. And the thought crossed my mind that we, the band, should consider what direction we want the new record to take. But I quickly suppressed the thought. The idea of “direction” has always for me been a source of pain and suffering, fear and loathing, stress and anxiety. But in the previous post the anonymous author (it was Joseph) confessed that Louder Than Dirt is in fact a rock band, and all the baggage that term implies.
Those skilled in reading between the lines will have discerned from these pages that I have been in the biz for a long time. And I think back to a time when I wanted to “get signed by a major label” as they used to say. (This was is the days before Louder Than Dirt, so, more than seven years ago.) I used to get approval for my song writing. The bands I was in would gain endorsement for their performances. But I was always stymied by the question, “What do you see as your artistic [or more likely, commercial] direction.” And perhaps I have just resolved the problem since, if I’m concerned about direction at all, I’m Continue reading →
I admit it: I like show tunes. I like opera, I like classical music and I like Tin Pan Alley. I like Gilbert and Sullivan and I like The Wizard of Oz. I hate that The Beatles did “’Til There Was You,” but I like The Music Man. So when the inspiration for “Patience on Approval” hit, I decided to see how far I could go with the melodies and modulations that I associate with pit orchestras. Specifically, I decided to admit as many chord changes as the melody might demand. Now, I’m quite proud to have written a pretty good blues song with a verse and a chorus (unbluesy, that) but zero chord changes, namely, “Criminal Character.” But as soon as I received the inspiration for “Pat on App,” I knew that the song would have a lot of chord changes. Continue reading →
Hey all, Joseph here. I play drums for Louder Than Dirt and I know DK’s been telling you about the songs on our new album, but I just read something and feel the need to say something about it, especially considering some issues that have been brought into the light here in this blog.
I read an interview with @TheBlackKeys about their new album El Camino, and first let me say how excited I am about it, the single is great and these are two guys who have ground it out for a decade and suddenly have more exposure than they probably know what to do with. But they mentioned something I hadn’t heard and it’s all I can do to keep my hackles down.
John Fogerty, former lead of Creedence Clearwater Revival (maybe you’ve heard of them), released a song called The Old Man Down The Road, which has been played at any baseball game you’ve been to. Put me in, coach! You know the one. Anyway, he was sued by his former label for copyright infringement, because his single sounded too much like a Creedence song.
Now, if you haven’t caught it yet, here’s the funny part – HE WROTE BOTH SONGS.
Music is different from the other arts, isn’t it? “It’s here and then it’s gone,” sings the speaker of “No Expectations,” one of the Rolling Stones’ great ballads. But not quite accurately. I’m not sure that you can capture this quality of music, which is also the quality of our experience of time. Not, first here then gone; only, passingly here. Some of these ideas are in the background of “Marche Pacifiste.” Now I’ve complained elsewhere about the difficulties of discussing instrumental music, but I think that “Marche Pacifiste” actually gives me plenty to talk about. And so I was noodling around on the guitar, or perhaps dumplinging, because I was playing in my beloved mid-tempo (the tempo of “Cathy Ann” and the folk song “East Viginia”) fat chords, not long, skinny lines of single notes. In the key of B no less. And I thought how hymnlike sounded the chords I was playing. And I Continue reading →