I am no handholding enthusiast volunteering my time to grease the glory of others, but I am often and easily impressed by original music. Though I do enjoy finding new bands and writing about them, I still keep my involvement in music scenes at an arm’s length. I am the reluctant participator at live events, mostly due to a lack of social finesse. Writing is easier: I control what information comes at me, and the chances of awkward small-talk is effectively nullified by my gate, the dog and a deadlocked front door.
Despite the fact I don’t exactly jump into my immediate music community all chummy and guns blazing, it is through gigs and research that I catch glimpses of a social network that is glued together so intrinsically that it wouldn’t dissolve if, Nerd forbid, Jane typed Google into Google and broke the internet. I’d unlikely know of The Sleepyheads and the re-emerging punk scene in Tassie if it weren’t for interwebs. I wouldn’t have found alt-rockers St James Sirens to gig with us on our visit to their hometown, Perth, if it weren’t for friends of theirs I’d contacted through a closed music scene group on Facebook. I mention The Sleepyheads and St James Sirens because both their music and attitudes have impressed me, making them great examples for the point I am vague to point out: there’s a lot of great music being made by great people and they just want their music heard – and because we all wish an audience for our music, we inhibit community-like qualities. Internet or none, we congregate regardless around the nexus of our common passion. We seek out what we want, and we put out what we love, for whomever wishes to hear. We like to think we are all individually unique, and this is true on subtle levels, but we are also one of the same. We are the humble musicians, and we are sticking together, sharing music, and making the most out of the industry which many believed the internet had killed.
When I was writing about The Sleepyheads I had a mosey on what bands they were associated with. The Saxons, Speech Patterns – they are just a couple of notable bands, and worth checking out. Somewhere along the line the band Ocean Bones popped up. Click, click, clack. Yep. The bands had gigged together. Ocean Bones had started out up here in Darwin. My band had shared a stage with them on a showcase performance, probably close to two years ago now, just before they moved to Melbourne. At what first feels like a coincidence turns out to just be a natural growth of interconnectedness. Ocean Bones and The Sleepyheads didn’t just gig the same place the same night through some tedious throw of the dice, but through the likely probability of two hard working, emerging Aussie bands seeking out each other’s kinship and support. They’ve worked hard to play and bring music further afield, ultimately to us, the ones often taking the moment for granted (if we were ever aware the moment happened at all).
This may all sound a little dull and inconsequential to some of you, but bugger you mob! This is the shit that startles and intrigues me. This is why I love being in original bands and this is why I love writing about it. People are coming together and networking, NOT FOR WORK, but because of music. You could join a union and pay your dues for years and yet not feel the same connection to a bigger whole. I am humbled and I am grateful (and a diligent member of my respective Union).
I want to review your band if you are truly interested in being reviewed. I may not be fortunate enough to watch your live performance, but I certainly look forward to hearing more music on Streamhear. I love connecting the dots. I am interested in your influences, whether they are cultural, geographical, musical or personal. I like to see how we have come to listen to music today and how we can influence the music produced tomorrow. I want to know who you know, your fellow musicians slogging away just as you are. Slowly, over time, I aim to glean the seemingly infinite pieces of unheeded, independent music from all over the world and have them collated, celebrated and, most importantly, compensated.