
I can't really sit here and lie to you good people -- I'm conflicted about this weekend's BSMF. I am honored and excited to have a chance to cover the festival for the Commercial Appeal's blog but, at the same time, I'm not thrilled with the lineup. About once every fifteen minutes of the day, I think to myself, "I am so fucking lucky". About two seconds later, I'm stymied with the thought, "What am I going to write about these bands? I don't like most of them!"
At the risk of sounding like a rock snob or a hipster dickhead, I have to come out and publicly announce my discontent with the lineup. I do like several songs by several of the artists performing --
The Roots,
The Wallflowers,
Mavis Staples,
The Killers,
Ben Kweller,
Elvis Costello, and
Billy Idol come to mind. However, there is nothing that just shatters the imagination in this year's selections. Either I'm too picky or the choices are far too mediocre and reflect some cosmic shift in the tastes of music buyers which I am not hip to. I have nothing against any of the performers. In fact, I've had great experiences with several of them over the years. The problem is this: nothing stands out.
The organizers of the festival are presented with a budget. Then they have to go around and see who is available. I'm not suggesting that they didn't do their homework, but I think they handed the homework off to someone whose taste in music reflects their personal vision of the festival instead of trying to encourage people to give something different a shot. Where is
Bloc Party? Where is
Copeland? Where is there even a sign of a band like
Thursday or
Thrice (not my taste, but geared towards what those darn kids like)? Please don't try to sell me on the emo-for-Jesus kids in
Relient K -- I got the CD and have failed to return emails to the publicist at Capitol because I'm afraid to tell her what I really think. If she's reading this, she can now guess.
The responsibility of a journalist is to cover a story, any story, which is presented to them. Then I realized it: I'm not a journalist. I'm a musician, I'm a songwriter, and I work in the music industry on a day-to-day basis. Asking me to write blowjob pieces glorifying musical mediocrity is not in my personal job description. Since I'm not a paid employee, I would have to very seriously consider any attempt to steer me towards "liking" a certain band or artist for the purposes of generating press. Simply stated, I won't and you can't make me.
Now that I've gotten off of my chest what has been egging me since my invitation, I'm going to do my best to do what I've asked everyone else to do in my rant: to be open to something new. I'm going to give it a shot. I'm going to try, in spite of the weather and the crowds, to go and have a good time. I'm going to make an attempt to enjoy the music and the company of others.
The results will appear at the
Commercial Appeal's Beale Street Music Festival blog over the weekend and on Monday. Wish me luck.