I Hate Frauds
There a lot of things in the world that are despicable. That’s a fun way to start a blog, but come on, if you’re any person worth knowing you can admit that there things in life which no one wants to go through. If we name all of them this blog will get sad and be a red herring instead of what I mean to say.
A lot things in the world are awful, but to me you can be nothing worse in the world if you are a liar or if you’re full of hot air.
After my stint in Montreal for years I realized something humbling and sad. I was a douchebag and I was surrounded by douchebags. All the artists around me myself included continuously “campaigned” for their fame. Montreal was THE place to be and all of us could smell fame but couldn’t taste it. Dancers, musicians painters, people that do drugs and hang around those people, flute players at McGill you name it, aspiration and desperation and a little bit of inspiration was in the air.
It was humbling to realize that few of us lived on food stamps, we couldn’t get a lot of money from promoters to work and often dealt with shady shady people, selling our own tickets, begging our friends to come to shows, using anyone to help us grow our “BRAND” that we were the next ones to win the Montreal music lottery and open for Arcade Fire.
It is easy to get imprisoned in Montreal, it is notoriously, and sadly accepted that all cops can be paid off in Montreal and I have seen them myself take down young francophone youth, because.. they have nothing to protect them. none the less shady and a lack of integrity flooded Montreal. Win Butler may be a good man s there is good and bad, but my ex drummer was incarcerated during a recording session and my demo to Pop Montreal went in with only violins, bass and piano and NO drums for my indy-pop submission. Though the promoter and I hated each other so all is fair in love war and music festival application administration.
Later at another festival a Pop Montreal administrator came up to me and said, “Wow, weird you didn’t get in, I mean your music is totally up our alley, maybe you just screwed up your admission or maybe one of the judges came to work high or something.” I wanted to tell the b*&%# that no… no ,… it was beause my drummer went to jail during recording.
Musicians can be good and they can be bad, but there is nothing like the seeking of fame to make them soulless.
I realized quickly as artistic and well formed as we were, and we were, Montreal is an education in all way shape and form, we couldn’t necessarily, in my circle at least get our needs met. I realized at one point when I had a health problem that I would have no one to tell that I would go to the hospital, scared and uncampanied, because even though I appeared to be a good leader, some people admired me and some competed against me I was not able to just take care of myself. And the image of admiration and success, artistic success, is more important than the reality.
Even when I spoke up and was real, the fact that people admired me meant that I was not deserving of having basic needs met, like food, health sanity or any friends who actually cared about my well being and not my images well being.
So I left.
Calgary was a bit better, people can ask to be paid here, musicians, plumbers, tack makers? Why, because there is money here. People say that there is no culture in Calgary. As long as they make excuses to not have opinion on live music there will be no culture in Calgary. And all the fraudulant artists know it.
People who can’t sing, people who have never been devoted to anything bigger than being popular in highschool. Songwriters who sell t-shirts and have their music on campaign for Naheed Nenshi but can’t figure out how to write a verse and lyrics that people can remember or identify.
Hacks. And in Calgary new money is more important than art right? Is it more important than integrity? Is it more important than a mother-f*&^cking awesome song that inspires you? Are you worth inspiring or is everything including music just about getting money out of your pockets.
Good artists Good art is the voice for people who don’t have one. Victims, minorities, rich people who are sad. Men who can’t express their love for their kids, the voice of regret, the feelings of lust, the sadness of loss, the excitement of prosperity, and courage to speak up.
To create for yourself is one of the most enlightened things you can do, it helps you know yourself and know who you are and who you like, so why Calgary, do you buy crappy art and listen to souless singers who are nothing more than used car salesmen? Your off key… what you don’t know what off key means. God please stop singing your killing anything of good in this world.
Recently I went to see a singer sing who was in the same scene of musicians I was in her name is Jocelyn Alice. When I first met her I immediately didn’t trust her, I was at a fundraiser that the Kinjo brothers had put on to raise money for Japanese Tsunami victims. Around her was Kirby Sewell and watching the two of them encourage and pump up each others egos with words that acted like bicycle pumps was obnoxious. THe musician vibe was in the air, insecurity, self absorption and a feeling of “I support you, you better support me” . A trade, an inauthentic trade.
But time past and questioned my suspicion of Jocelyn Alice. Musicians around me who I respected vouched for her and told me about about her own struggles as a musician, who own stories of things falling apart, of betrayal… I am exaggerating, in that I never heard any exact details. But none the less, I suddenly saw Jocelyn Alice as real person, someone who had to handle achieving her dreams and making a go with her life with shady managers or whatever… and so then I realized… wow…
I’m an asshole. I was totally prejudicial.
I went to her show at Classic Jacks one she said she’d had done for the past 3 years. All of the musicians complain about the cliental at classic jacks as … well I need not write more I know you know what I’m talking about. And the night I went there were actually more cooler people than usual. I saw one awkward girl I had known in the show choir youth singers, a singer 40 year old guy who felt lonely and had enough courage to come out to a bar and people who wanted to support their cool musician friend (okay that’s pretentious) but one of them had big curly hair so.. they’ve got to be more soulful right?
Jocelyn sang her heart and throat out and was actually pretty entertaining, she at times looked like a pretty housewife all hopped up and speed who couldn’t stop singing, but I like that. I like that she pushed her comfort zone to entertain people and became something other than herself, it was relatable. I like when artists take the risk to be embarrassed, because when you take a risk as an artist, you create something more important than yourself.
At the end of her set she said, “I’ve been doing this gig for the past 3 years and thank you for a night like this, because nights like this don’t often happen and it’s this kind of night that makes it all worthwhile.” and she was right and not only that but showed that she was hardworking, showed that being a msuician isn’t easy (financially) or emotionally.. or you know with that whole ability to play music thing. It takes work just like anything else. Maybe music doesn’t have to be about morality.. well good work is.
Great now I’m the b*^%$ I’m the one who never gave her a chance. But you know maybe that’s okay maybe after being around people who’d rather look good than do good I had reason to have my guard up.
My point is there is a lot of TOP DOWN art being made in Calgary, a forcefulness of realtors to make Inglewood cool has in many ways made it a very tense neighborhood to be around, journalist, hipsters city council are trying to make it cool instead of letting it just be f*&^ING cool . There is a narcissism to all this, an attempt to take a kid and make her talk like a grown up an insincerity and inauthentic nature that grows in Calgary’s mainstream which calls itself an underground. Let it grow by itself.. let it grow out of the positive development of lots of restaurants sprouting up in Calgary that offer a diverse range of cultures and entertainment. So there isn’t just cowboy covers, but maybe original songwriting, or entertainment for gay bars, or ethnic specific entertainment. Guz the vintage California vibe, it’s old. The hipster house bands just copy catted 5 years after the fact from Toronto and New York. And the Johnny Cash open makes are just.. male mid-life crisis night at the Ironwood.
This city has talent and ideas, it just doesn’t have the courage to take the risk to say anything deeper than what’s on the surface.
You see frauds aren’t the devil incarnating, frauds are just people, neighborhoods, cities even believing that appearance in more important than authenticity. An attitude that is I look successful I am successful, an a machiavellian attitude towards friends, that if they’re cool, than I’m cool and sad sad sad desperation.
Art has always been about the courage to be oneself, ask Beethoven, ask Balzac, ask Prince, or the formerly artist known as… whatever. None of these people are particularly likeable… well Prince is if you like moody, but they never created to impress their friends, or corporate crowds, they did it to express things that are hard to say, to reflect on human life to believe in higher morals or appreciate spontaneous beauty.
There is nothing more tacky than a fraud, nothing more desperate than someone who doesn’t know who they are and what they’re doing but knows that the scene their in thinks their cool.
So have some integrity and listen to what truly inspires you versus what inspires your friends.
Take the risk. Say something different, be the voice for the people who don’t have one. Say something meaningful, don’t follow the crowd.
Don’t let your artists be sleazy business people hiding in neat clothing, because then your politicians will be sleazy business people hiding in neat clothing, and then your lovers, your employers and then you finally the final tragedy, will be that you are someone who is easily controlled.
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I hate frauds
LOVE
Jaimee