Machine Head bringen es auf den Punkt

Robb Flynn – Kopf und Denker bei Machine Head – hat sich nun mit einem offenen Brief an die werte Musiklandschaft gewendet. Worte, die es auf den Punkt bringen und letztendlich den Verfall der Musikszene einem vor Augen führen. Ob man will oder nicht!

Es ist scheisse früh. Um genau zu sein ist es halb 5 am Mittwochmorgen und der Kaffee schmeckt zumindest schon mal. Der Anlass für diese Herrgottsfrühe ist der normale Alltag und der Gang zur U-Bahn wird mit Kopfhörern bestritten. Nur was hört man heute, ist der fragende Blick auf das Handy eines namhaften Herstellers, der auch Obst hätte verkaufen können? Die Qual der Wahl und wieder kreisen die Gedanken durch die imaginäre Liste an Alben, die eben diese Woche anstehen beziehungsweise gehört werden wollen. Man ist irgendwie übersättigt.

Ähnliches muss es Robb Flynn widerfahren sein, der sich nun mit einem offenen Brief an uns wendet. Inhalt ist nicht das kommende Album an dem die Band mittlerweile arbeitet. Vielmehr beginnt der Brief damit, dass der Machine Head Sänger auf dem Weg zu einer Geburtstagsfeier ist und auf dem Weg dahin die Fahrt mit einem anderen Kumpel bestreitet. Dieser erzählt wie 1975 im Club „Winterland“ in San Francisco war, als man auf LSD, Gras und amtlich viel Alkohol für 4 Dollar 50 Black Sabbath auf ihrer legendären „Sabotage“-Tour erleben konnte. Zuviel für Flynn, der sich nach den Schilderungen hinsetzt und sich den Frust von der Seele schreibt. Zurecht, wie ich an diesem Morgen auch wieder feststellen muss.

Wo stehen wir heute mit der Musik? Wohin soll sich das Ganze noch entwickeln?

Ist es heutzutage noch erstrebenswert Musik zu machen und den Sprung ins kalte Wasser des Haifischbeckens „Musikbranche“ zu wagen? Will man dies, wenn man auf der anderen Seite auf so viele Dinge verzichtet? Was sagt man denn als Band dazu, wenn kein Arsch zum Konzert kommt? Oder ist es schlimmer, dass sich die Leute heutzutage Shows über ihr Handy-Display anschauen, da man ja die Show noch mitfilmen muss? Und was soll dieser ganze Upload-Mist? Die Foren in denen neue Platte schon Tage und Wochen vor Veröffentlichung getauscht werden? Was bewegt einen dazu dies zu tun? Der Anreiz maximal viele „Danke“-Posts zu bekommen? Ist man dann der geile Stecher? Kompensiert man damit die fehlende Nähe, die einem vielleicht mal ne Partnerschaft verschaffen würde? Man weiß es nicht, aber ja, Machine Head bringen es auf den Punkt!

Wo sind die Zeiten, die Robb Flynn so schmerzlich vermisst? Zeiten, in denen man sich wochenlang auf ein Konzert gefreut hat und wirklich jede Band an diesem Abend gesehen hat. Egal wie gut oder schlecht sie letztendlich war, es ging damals darum, dass man so etwas wie „Respekt“ vor den Bands und der Tatsache hatte, dass ein Konzertbesuch etwas Besonderes ist. Heutzutage? Live-Stream hier und da?! Live-Ticker per Facebook und sonstigen Plattformen? Man ist „verbunden“ wie auch Flynn nun via Machine Head schreibt, letztendlich aber weiter entfernt als seither. Isoliert in seiner kleinen digitalen Welt, deren einzige Nabelschnur nun eine Datenleitung ist. Und wehe diese ist mal unterbrochen?

Sicher muss man sagen, dass Robb Flynn einen offenen und ehrlichen Brief veröffentlicht hat, der nun härter klingt als es vielleicht sein mag. Machine Head gehören schließlich auch zu den „größeren Bands“ im Zirkus, aber letztendlich ist es geradezu unvorstellbar, dass diese Band bei einem Konzert aufgrund von Applaus des Publikums nochmal 30 Minuten länger spielt. Zu eingetaktet ist der ganze Trott, der hier und da durch die Lande zieht. Die große weite Welt des Rocks – sorry, des Metals – ist längst ein Überlebenskampf, der existenzielle Ängste hier und da bei Bands hervorrufen kann und auch macht. Wenn selbst ein Robb Flynn schon schreibt, dass er sich „alleine“ fühlt und die Branche an Kreativität verloren hat, Leute, was soll da nun bitte noch kommen! Denkt drüber nach, brennt wieder für Musik und gebt Bands eine Chance. Sei es mit einem Besuch auf dem Konzert, mit dem Kauf eines Albums oder eben auch durch Unterstützung der Band durch das Tragen von Merchandise. Nutzt die neue Technik, nutzt Twitter und Facebook und ja, verdammt, nutzt eben auch Youtube. Alles recht und schön, solange ihr auch noch schätzen werdet , wieso Bands jeden Tag rausgehen und Musik machen! Respektiert dies bitte und lasst  euch den Brief von Robb Flynn durch den Kopf gehen. Und nun diskutiert hier mal munter, was an den Zeilen stimmt und was nicht stimmt! Danke, weitermachen!

[yt] THE SLUMBER I'm in a shitty mood. Not for the story I'm about to tell, but because of my thoughts afterword. I went out to San Francisco for my buddy Joe's birthday shenanigans. We went out for Moroccan food at a joint called El Mansour. The place had a great vibe, belly dancing, sword balancing, and amazing food! The lamb in particular was to-freakin’-die-for, slow roasted and covered in honey and cinnamon. On the way out there Joe's buddy Tony picked me up from JingleTown, since I didn't want to drive as I knew I'd be drinking. On the hour long trip out (Saturday traffic to SF) he was telling me some pretty awesome stories about growing up in the 70's. You see Tony was a teenager in 1975, and used to go the famous San Francisco venue "Winterland." Winterland was before my time, but being part of the scene you heard the legend, the stories and the history. Tony is a big Black Sabbath fan, saw them back in '75 on the “Sabotage” tour and said it was a life changing experience. Him and his buddies used to go to Winterland, load up on LSD, cigarettes, and weed, and go watch pretty much the cream of the crop of Classic Rock bands. Ted Nugent, Sabbath, Deep Purple, Journey, Montrose, you name it he went and saw it. The shows would start and if people loved the opening band (essentially cheering non-stop) they'd get to do encores. He was telling me about a show Journey (the opener!), killed it, and they got 4 encores, the support band got 4 encores! Then the headliner, Montrose, got 5 ENCORES! Montrose didn't stop playing until 2:30 in the morning, everyone stayed, no one would even dare consider leaving and people experienced some of the best music of their lives.  An opener getting encores, crazy... And the venue allowed things like this to happen. The venue just kept the bands rolling. Not only that, but all of the shows at Winterland were $4.50. 4 dollars and 50 cents…..18 freakin’ quarters! Wow...?!? All I could think of was “what an amazing time for music.” People wonder why the “Classic Rock” bands were so good. They were playing by their own rules, and they had a culture of venues and people around that were as crazy and fly-by-the-seat-of-their-pants as the bands themselves. The promoters around that time did anything to make the bands happy and if it meant playing all goddamn night? Let em’!  I tell you right now though, there isn't a band out there who would play til 2:30 AM nowadays, let alone find a major venue that would even ALLOW such a thing. I remember when I first started going to /playing thrash shows, it was a very similar thing. It was no rules, no security, no safety, no curfews, and for the most part anything went!  Venues these days are mostly run with Union workers. In most major cities, you have to take breaks during the day, where a band can't even sound check for an hour because the union workers need a "break." Nowadays if you play 1 minute past 11PM at any of the large Union venues, it costs the band $1,000 dollars a minute. When we were out with Metallica playing arenas they regularly play 20 minutes past 11:00PM, and they regularly paid $20,000 to do so.  I went and saw Pearl Jam about a month ago, and they played one of the best, most truly rock n roll shows I've seen in eons. It was fucking magical, Eddie Vedder drank 3 bottles of wine, and about 2 hours into the set, he started getting a little sloppy, forgetting lyrics, missing cues, it looked like it was about to fall off the rails.  The band then they took a quick break and he came back and played "Black."  Let me tell you, it was magic! I'm getting goose bumps writing this, just remembering it. It was such a turn-around; it totally took the night to an even higher level. At this point they were already 45 minutes past 11. They played several more songs and eventually the Oakland Arena (currently called the "Oracle Arena," until some different stupid corporate sponsor buys it and changes it to something ridiculous like Florida's "1-800-Ask Gary Amphitheater") turned on the house lights, signaling them to stop. Pearl Jam said "fuck you!" and played 2 more songs with the house lights on! Eddie Vedder then brought the band back out onstage to do an extra-long goodbye to the crowd. I love their fucking attitude. In the end they played 70 minutes over "curfew" and I'd imagine left Oakland about $70,000 dollars lighter to do so. Of course Pearl Jam can afford it, and frankly it gave every single person there one of the best shows of their life. But this gesture to keep the “room” in a good mood in conjunction with the Winterland conversation, it got me thinking.  Shit has changed.  On the one hand I love Pearl Jam's "fuck you, were doing it our way" attitude, and on the other hand, it angered and depressed me. Only the Metallica's and Pearl Jam's can pull things like this. Bands that have sold millions of records, and they can afford it. If Machine Head tried playing an hour over curfew at say, the House Of Blues in Dallas, Texas, we'd be walking out of there with our entire guarantee eaten up. Even if the fans wanted it, some venue would do their best to shut it down, cut power, close curtain, whatever. The music business has sucked the life out of creativity. No one is encouraged to take risks, no one is encouraged to push the envelope, because it's all about first week sales! It’s about pointless radio play and how good your last tour went. How venues and promoters are squeezing the last drop of spontaneity out of your soul by not “allowing” you to playing past curfew and not drawing outside the line.  When we play that game we essentially applaud mediocrity.  There’s nothing dangerous about music these days, there’s nothing surprising about it either. There can't be. Other than Pearl Jam the only “band” that doesn’t seem to really give a flying fuck and plays by their own rules isn’t really a band at all, are they? Axl and the Roses are known for bending the rules and telling the powers that be to “fuck off” but because their band is so confusing they come across as a joke. But people don’t see this. People don’t see any of this!  And the reason you don't care is because it's too easy to get sucked into your phone, or your Facebook, or your Twitter, or your Tumblr, or your Instagram, or your games, or your TV shows.  Music isn't important anymore. Say it is all you want, but the fact is, the 2 biggest rock records of last year only sold 400,000 copies, neither even went gold.  Music is in the background of a game. Why go to a show when you can watch clips of it on YouTube and bitch about how it stinks live?  And you know what, I miss music being important! I miss live shows being important. I miss feeling a part of something that was so high on my list I’d crawl through broken glass to get it.  All this technology we have now that's supposed to make us "connected?" It’s making me feel more fucking disconnected than ever. I mean watching all the things that other people are doing that I'm not invited to or even a apart of? And yet at the same time completely disgusted by faux-self-importance it has given everyone, (here's my dog or cat for the millionth time, here's a selfie for the millionth time, here's my kids for the millionth time, here' the food I'm eating for the millionth time, here's what I'm doing and you're not). Don't you wish you were eating what I'm eating?  Fuck you! I've thought of tweeting or Facebooking something so many time and just went, "who cares", , why should anyone care about this, and you SHOULDN'T care. You're all my "friends," you've all "liked" me, but really, you're not my friends, because we don't know each other. You took a photo of me, or you interviewed me, or we talked after a show. And after you get past the initial coolness, of re-connecting with someone from high school on FB or Twitter, you realize you truly have drifted apart.  And fuckin' A, I'm glad we did.  I don't want to be "friends" with everyone; I don't want to be "liked" by everyone. I want to feel connected to something. And nothing I look at in the music business does that. I don't get radio bands; I don't get any of these fucking "scene bands." I don't get bands singing about how great being American is, as if the geographic location you were born, (and had zero control over in any way shape or form), somehow makes us better than any other geographical place of birth!? I don't get why people don't want to see live music anymore, I don't get it. Did you see the clip of Hetfield talking about how America needs to start "wanting" music again?http://www.blabbermouth.net/news/metallicas-james-hetfield-says-orion-music-more-festival-has-been-a-financial-disaster/ This is James “Fucking” Hetfield talking people! Didn’t those words do anything to anyone? Didn’t what he said make you feel a bit disgusted? I’m a Metallica fan and those words being spoken kind of stung a bit.  You can bitch all you want that Machine Head only does festival tours and only plays for 30 minutes, but all those bands (including us) that play festival tours, can't draw squat when were not on festival tours. And even the big metal festivals are having troubles. Maybe the days of bands touring is coming to an end? Bands didn't always tour you know, Mozart didn't hit the road for a year or 2 back in the day. Touring is really a phenomenon of the last 60 years or so. People didn't always buy records, or CDs, or files, or streams, that’s also a phenomenon of the last 60 or 70 years. I don't get the political fucking correctness of music anymore. I don't get the narrow-mindedness of the world anymore. I don't get people asking me every week to try and write "more like 'Burn My Eyes' please". I don't get religious nutjobs who think that when they die they're going to 72 virgins when they get to heaven. ("You're guaranteed to get some pussy in the afterlife boys", so obviously written by a man!) I don't get religious fucking nutjobs who think that Jesus is coming back soon, wearing a white blood stained robe (stained with the blood of his enemies...whoever those are) and will be carrying a sword, and by "sword," the bible meant an AR-15! What did Napoleon say? "Religion is what keeps the poor from murdering the rich." I don't get why we need to hear "America The Beautiful" and "thank a soldier" in a TV commercial, 22 and 14 times respectively during the Superbowl. I don't fucking get it. You don't care about music, and I don't care about music, and I sit here wondering if this feeling is a result of the business itself, or is the business a result of our own apathy towards music. I feel lost.  I feel alone. Something has to change. Someone has to stir the pot. Something needs to come along and wake us up out of the slumber. Robb Flynn