Incongruity Part 1
May 21st 2008 01:52
So the Stone Temple Pilots are back. Good. I have a bone to pick with them: Sour Girl.
Sour Girl is a sweet, funky, please-sing-along-with-me track. Nothing wrong with that. Trouble is, it’s just not Stone Temple Pilots.
Here’s the thing. When I pay money for a rockin’ Stone Temple Pilots album I don’t want it to be interrupted by a funky sing-along track. And those who did buy 'Thank You' because of Sour Girl are not really getting any more value than if they had just downloaded the funky single.
To wit: I never say to myself, “Yeah, I’m really in the mood for some bitchin’ rock AND sweet pop funk”.
I say, “Yeah, I’m really in the mood for some bitchin’ rock” and my brain suggests STP or Tool or whatever.
OR
I say “Yeah, I’m really in the mood for some sweet pop funk” and my brain suggests Sour Girl or Chili Peppers or whatever.
There’s a cancer that has seeped into every corner of the music industry. Listen to the banter if you're ever in a recording studio control room. It goes like this:
“the album needs a ballad”
“it’s a sweet album, but we need a rockin’ single”
“the album is not well rounded enough – it needs more variety”
Wrong! That's a furphy if ever there was one!
Your rock album does not need a ballad. If I was in the mood for a ballad I would listen to a ballad album.
Your ballad album does not need a rockin’ single. If I was in the mood for rock I would listen to rock.
The album does not need more variety. If I get bored and want variety then I’ll hit shuffle on my iPod.
In Part 2 I’m going to name and shame some prominent offenders.
Sour Girl is a sweet, funky, please-sing-along-with-me track. Nothing wrong with that. Trouble is, it’s just not Stone Temple Pilots.
Here’s the thing. When I pay money for a rockin’ Stone Temple Pilots album I don’t want it to be interrupted by a funky sing-along track. And those who did buy 'Thank You' because of Sour Girl are not really getting any more value than if they had just downloaded the funky single.
The offending article
I say, “Yeah, I’m really in the mood for some bitchin’ rock” and my brain suggests STP or Tool or whatever.
OR
I say “Yeah, I’m really in the mood for some sweet pop funk” and my brain suggests Sour Girl or Chili Peppers or whatever.
There’s a cancer that has seeped into every corner of the music industry. Listen to the banter if you're ever in a recording studio control room. It goes like this:
“the album needs a ballad”
“it’s a sweet album, but we need a rockin’ single”
“the album is not well rounded enough – it needs more variety”
Wrong! That's a furphy if ever there was one!
Your rock album does not need a ballad. If I was in the mood for a ballad I would listen to a ballad album.
Your ballad album does not need a rockin’ single. If I was in the mood for rock I would listen to rock.
In Part 2 I’m going to name and shame some prominent offenders.
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