As I listen to these tracks, I try to rationalize again why it is that some talent never makes it beyond the underproduced versions such as ppl present here.
I think it must be a combination of circumstances, on the edge of fame and fortune, but somehow not ready for prime time.
Everyone's story is different and the same. And everyone has a collection of memories, many amateurishly recorded, sometimes approaching good, but not where it needed to be to be played on the radio.
But in each song there are sparks of genius and virtuosity, and everyone here recognizes them, feeling their power, devastated by mistakes unable to be taken back, because it happened to us all.
So suddenly we are older, no longer dreaming of hitting the road to superstardom, and yet we have PCs and software and hardware in our price range, and we are ever so close to being able to do the justice on our own. Oh, aside from the isolation time has bestowed on us, so collaboration has to be long distance, and it is a new trick for old dogs.
But we can't stop dreaming there is still a hope to get on the map, to get all the ingredients right even as time runs out.
I cannot tell you why these songs are what they are and no more. The songs are played with loving devotion to the bible of metal, and the other as well. I think they have survived to this day in a reasonable enough form to remind us all of the value of the rejected recordings, full of issues and proudly wearing them like the badges of homemade music they are.
You know, there are so many bands that had one or fewer hit songs. The difference between the rest and your songs is not so much. So keep playing, keep composing, writing lyrics, sharing ideas in all stages of development, as you are only one song or fewer away from all those other signed bands.
The artist named Jay could not have said it better.
I think it must be a combination of circumstances, on the edge of fame and fortune, but somehow not ready for prime time.
Everyone's story is different and the same. And everyone has a collection of memories, many amateurishly recorded, sometimes approaching good, but not where it needed to be to be played on the radio.
But in each song there are sparks of genius and virtuosity, and everyone here recognizes them, feeling their power, devastated by mistakes unable to be taken back, because it happened to us all.
So suddenly we are older, no longer dreaming of hitting the road to superstardom, and yet we have PCs and software and hardware in our price range, and we are ever so close to being able to do the justice on our own. Oh, aside from the isolation time has bestowed on us, so collaboration has to be long distance, and it is a new trick for old dogs.
But we can't stop dreaming there is still a hope to get on the map, to get all the ingredients right even as time runs out.
I cannot tell you why these songs are what they are and no more. The songs are played with loving devotion to the bible of metal, and the other as well. I think they have survived to this day in a reasonable enough form to remind us all of the value of the rejected recordings, full of issues and proudly wearing them like the badges of homemade music they are.
You know, there are so many bands that had one or fewer hit songs. The difference between the rest and your songs is not so much. So keep playing, keep composing, writing lyrics, sharing ideas in all stages of development, as you are only one song or fewer away from all those other signed bands.
The artist named Jay could not have said it better.
"If you can't stand behind our troops, stand in front of them." "The West was not won with a registered gun."
"No law ever prevented a crime."
"No law ever prevented a crime."
