From: owner-good-noise-digest@smoe.org (good-noise-digest) To: good-noise-digest@smoe.org Subject: good-noise-digest V9 #27 Reply-To: good-noise@smoe.org Sender: owner-good-noise-digest@smoe.org Errors-To: owner-good-noise-digest@smoe.org Precedence: bulk good-noise-digest Friday, September 15 2006 Volume 09 : Number 027 Today's Subjects: ----------------- JG Bulletin Board [ThePsyche@aol.com] The Book of ElasticPasties [daniel canterbury ] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: Thu, 14 Sep 2006 07:36:13 EDT From: ThePsyche@aol.com Subject: JG Bulletin Board Hey friends. No news on the bulletin board. Heard from the webmaste this week. His words: "I just sent John another email he was working on getting a backup restored from the hosting company but i think it might have fallen off his radar." Yea, judging from his website, whether the bulletin board is up and running probably doesn't mean a helluva lot to him. But I do miss you guys! Dino, what about doing the song of the week at the other bulletin board, on yahoo? Cris also added: "I really don't understand these people who waste there time spamming and hacking into sites, especially sites like John's, don't understand what the reward is in doing so." I guess it takes all kinds to make a world. Anyway, was thinking of you all this morning as I had my coffee. Used to be I would check out the bulletin board, kind of a morning ritual. That's gone, so..... Good Morning friends! Namaste, Bryn, the music junkie ------------------------------ Date: Thu, 14 Sep 2006 13:16:21 -0700 (PDT) From: daniel canterbury Subject: The Book of ElasticPasties My buddy Junebug, writes a column in the Athens News (as well as playing in about a zillion bands), in Athens, Ohio. I told him one time that his column was the Books of Ecclesiastes and Job combined, as he cronicled some of the trials and travails of musical life. His reply was to do a "Cliff's Notes" version, from the working musician's point of view. T he Book of ElasticPasties, by Junebug "All is vain," sayeth the Musician, King of the Athens Music Scene. Generations come, grow, graduate, and are replaced, yet the song lives on forever. These are the words of the Musician. The songs flow through the room, into every corner, but the rooms are not full. Every song has been written, yet fools still say, "Listen to my new music," as though they wrought it themselves instead of having the songs laid gently at their feet by God. True, the might of God may smite us with His songs, as though His hand worked the faders at the Union. There are good bands that play music and tour, and there are bad bands that do the same. These bands of excellence often play to no one, while their lesser counterparts fill stadiums, yet they all meet the same end when the singer gets the girl or the guitar player ODs. The vanity is thy mirror and thy makeup. For every thing there is a season, but the summertime is the best time to go on tour. There is a time to form a band, and a time to break it up; a time to record, and a time to release the recording; A time to want to kill the drummer, and a time to help him carry his gear; a time to break down, and a time to set up; A time to bawl out the bass player, and a time to laugh at his dumb ass; a time to mourn him when he ODs, and a time to dance your butt off; A time to emulate the Stones, and a time to gather the Stones together so they can go on another tour; a time to find a nice little groupie, and a time to go sleep in the van; A time to seek out some food, and a time to lose out on dinner; a time to keep (8 o'clock sound check), and a time to cast off for the next town; A time to get your clothes ripped from your body by groupies, and a time for you to try to sew them back together before the next gig; A time to love your band, and a time to hate your band; a time to fight like animals, and a time to just chill the eff out. What good is it for a man to find a song in his heart and release it to the world only to have a horrible band cover it and butcher the hell out of it time and time again? A duo is better than a solo artist because their rewards will be greater as they can ask for more money for the gig. It is better for a man to hear the rebuke of the crowd than for them to hear the foolish man's song. The blues are better than pop music, for through the blues, the heart is made glad. Like a drunk with his booze and the junkie his smack, so are the musicians ensnared when the pusher comes backstage. Music is better than the weapons of war, but one drunk musician can ruin the song. At the end of the concert, all the music has been heard. Fear the police and keep it between the lines, for this is the way to stay out of jail. Listen to live music in your youth before all the bars are closed down, and your children cry out for your attention; stay up until the birds sing, but sleep before the daughters of the song are brought low; before the E-string snaps, or the cymbal cracks, or your car breaks down; before you become the dust that made you and your spirit returns to whence it came. It is all a pile of pooh, so you might as well go jam out to a band, for happiness is its own reward. ------------------------------ End of good-noise-digest V9 #27 *******************************