The Break Up Kit - Episode I
A Slice of Life Productions Release
"Nothing lasts forever, not even cold November rain."
15 minutes of fame
What is it that decides that now the magic is soon gonna be gone, or probably its already gone by now, started receding from the end of horizon, public memory is shorter than your myopic eyesight, either burn out slowly or to explode in one last moment of glory
Apart from being a band, you are many other things to many other people…
Its better to burn out than to fade away
Reunion tours, the one song wonders, the magic cd that changed your life…
The dichotomy between live and studio music.
It is always important to remember that more music will come of the experience. A lot of bands will break up, regroup and start again. Side projects can be a major way to relieve some loss. It is important to remember that nothing will replace the band that first captured your heart.
There is music in every emotion- glory, grief, separation, coming together…so is the case with break-ups- there will be a note- happy or sad, in every event/happening. It is not impossible for the magic to resurface; sometimes bigger miracles await us from what we have seen.
There is always two sides to the music inside of you- one is the listener, the audience and the other is the creator, the inventor, the originator, the musician, the composer. You might cease to exist as a credible creator of music, but you will always be an avid listener, who ran after school to the nearest record store to grab the first copy of that magical piece of vinyl. Even after creating ounces of valuable/precious/priceless/gems of music, you never lose the listening faculties that you once had. You r favorite artist will always be your favorite no matter how big you become yourself. You might have a million fans, but remember you are a fan too, and there is someone up there amongst the stars that you look unto.
Music has the power to change the world, or may be to create the impression that it can, which might be the same thing for all you know!
Growth happens in four dimensions in the world of music when you are on the upward slope to the top- commercial, cultural, artistic and spiritual. Gradually, all the others wither in time leaving spiritual growth as an experience to relish for few lonely years. That is what leads to differences in the attitudes on a so-called “intellectual” level. It is when you cease to submit your entity for the sake of the collective, and start taking pride in your individuality. Which, thinking on an unbiased plane, is not a bad thing to do after all, cus all you are trying to to do is to grow on an intellectual plane, which in turn, will help the endeavor of the collective at the end of the day. Who can blame Jim Morrison for his private “walks in the park”, his “strides in the wild, his quest for the unknown, reinventing pain in myriad forms- ecstasy, pleasure, music, release, realization, streams of consciousness, bodily pleasures, things that money can buy, the fun of disguising a universally known identity, and many others…
Rock stars are like revolutionaries who just took a little longer to realize that what they are, and they are capable of doing- to themselves and the world around them who is constantly looking up to them, for some or no reason at all, cus it does not matter. What it boils down to is idolization in a blind way, symbolism in its crudest form.
But on the contrary, the tide might turn the other way for the ‘stars’ who still have a long way to go before they are up there. These are the wannabes that get crushed and sacrificed in the machine of a consumable rock factory. A classic case of neither here not there. They take their initial euphoric wave for iconic wave and that’s where break-ups hurt so much.
The Beatles generated an intensity of joy that slapped tens of millions of people in the face with the awareness that happiness and exuberance were not only possible, but in their presence, inevitable. They generated an energy that was amplified a million times over and returned to them in a deafening tidal wave of grateful hysteria.
But every band is not The Beatles and every time is not The Sixties, perhaps the only time when insanity was legalized, when there was a reason to rock, and every rebel had a cause.
And when bands could not take the deafening hysteria of the rock-crazy masses anymore, they turned to studios, and churned out more gems. Examples in this case are the Kings themselves.
The Beatles, more than being an institution of rock n roll, the definitive sound of The Sixties Frenzy and Mania, the height of mass hysteria gone generous over pop-idols, are a case study in itself. Be it their inimitable influence on the youth in terms of fashion, they are a perfect example of branding in its incubation phase. At a time when Nike and Coke were yet to conquer the world in their revolutionary campaigns, it was The Beatles who taught the world what brand-loyalty means. Four mop-headed youngsters, who started their gigs in an old tavern were soon to offer an echoing voice of a war-level rebellion, albeit on a mellifluous, amiable note. Who would not want to get up and dance to their unforgettable melodies of love, longing and popcorn-romance? Soon they transformed from the level of mere soluble instant rock stars to a pop-culture, a style of living, a fashion statement and a reason to rejoice in a world devoid of any real reasons to rejoice about.
They made an incredible promise and instead of backing down from that promise they delivered and delivered and delivered for eight years until the full implications of the promise finally hit them: they were staring into the jaws of an insatiable, ravenous beast that was no less beastly because it smiled and waved and gave them money. The Beatles finally suffered a collective inability to pretend that the beast was not a beast, and in 1970 they broke up and returned to being human.
They had reached a point of no return where the Frankenstein’s Monster of inimitable and unprecedented success made them stick around even while they were stranded strollers. But they could never deny that be it a George Harrison, or a John Lennon, The Beatles would always remain their first name for life.
Lennon and Harrison were the more individualists of the lot and took to the lonely roads like fish to water. Lennon soon tried to show the world it was John Lennon that he was all this while, and The Beatles was his obligation on the society. As fate would have it, he went on to become a commercial success to be soon followed with a disillusionment that artists of that stature face. Paul and Ringo remained the sane entities that The Beatles were more or less associated with earlier, and stood by that for as long as they could in the face of increasing revelations of Lennon about their differences.
to be continued….
"Nothing lasts forever, not even cold November rain."
15 minutes of fame
What is it that decides that now the magic is soon gonna be gone, or probably its already gone by now, started receding from the end of horizon, public memory is shorter than your myopic eyesight, either burn out slowly or to explode in one last moment of glory
Apart from being a band, you are many other things to many other people…
Its better to burn out than to fade away
Reunion tours, the one song wonders, the magic cd that changed your life…
The dichotomy between live and studio music.
It is always important to remember that more music will come of the experience. A lot of bands will break up, regroup and start again. Side projects can be a major way to relieve some loss. It is important to remember that nothing will replace the band that first captured your heart.
There is music in every emotion- glory, grief, separation, coming together…so is the case with break-ups- there will be a note- happy or sad, in every event/happening. It is not impossible for the magic to resurface; sometimes bigger miracles await us from what we have seen.
There is always two sides to the music inside of you- one is the listener, the audience and the other is the creator, the inventor, the originator, the musician, the composer. You might cease to exist as a credible creator of music, but you will always be an avid listener, who ran after school to the nearest record store to grab the first copy of that magical piece of vinyl. Even after creating ounces of valuable/precious/priceless/gems of music, you never lose the listening faculties that you once had. You r favorite artist will always be your favorite no matter how big you become yourself. You might have a million fans, but remember you are a fan too, and there is someone up there amongst the stars that you look unto.
Music has the power to change the world, or may be to create the impression that it can, which might be the same thing for all you know!
Growth happens in four dimensions in the world of music when you are on the upward slope to the top- commercial, cultural, artistic and spiritual. Gradually, all the others wither in time leaving spiritual growth as an experience to relish for few lonely years. That is what leads to differences in the attitudes on a so-called “intellectual” level. It is when you cease to submit your entity for the sake of the collective, and start taking pride in your individuality. Which, thinking on an unbiased plane, is not a bad thing to do after all, cus all you are trying to to do is to grow on an intellectual plane, which in turn, will help the endeavor of the collective at the end of the day. Who can blame Jim Morrison for his private “walks in the park”, his “strides in the wild, his quest for the unknown, reinventing pain in myriad forms- ecstasy, pleasure, music, release, realization, streams of consciousness, bodily pleasures, things that money can buy, the fun of disguising a universally known identity, and many others…
Rock stars are like revolutionaries who just took a little longer to realize that what they are, and they are capable of doing- to themselves and the world around them who is constantly looking up to them, for some or no reason at all, cus it does not matter. What it boils down to is idolization in a blind way, symbolism in its crudest form.
But on the contrary, the tide might turn the other way for the ‘stars’ who still have a long way to go before they are up there. These are the wannabes that get crushed and sacrificed in the machine of a consumable rock factory. A classic case of neither here not there. They take their initial euphoric wave for iconic wave and that’s where break-ups hurt so much.
The Beatles generated an intensity of joy that slapped tens of millions of people in the face with the awareness that happiness and exuberance were not only possible, but in their presence, inevitable. They generated an energy that was amplified a million times over and returned to them in a deafening tidal wave of grateful hysteria.
But every band is not The Beatles and every time is not The Sixties, perhaps the only time when insanity was legalized, when there was a reason to rock, and every rebel had a cause.
And when bands could not take the deafening hysteria of the rock-crazy masses anymore, they turned to studios, and churned out more gems. Examples in this case are the Kings themselves.
The Beatles, more than being an institution of rock n roll, the definitive sound of The Sixties Frenzy and Mania, the height of mass hysteria gone generous over pop-idols, are a case study in itself. Be it their inimitable influence on the youth in terms of fashion, they are a perfect example of branding in its incubation phase. At a time when Nike and Coke were yet to conquer the world in their revolutionary campaigns, it was The Beatles who taught the world what brand-loyalty means. Four mop-headed youngsters, who started their gigs in an old tavern were soon to offer an echoing voice of a war-level rebellion, albeit on a mellifluous, amiable note. Who would not want to get up and dance to their unforgettable melodies of love, longing and popcorn-romance? Soon they transformed from the level of mere soluble instant rock stars to a pop-culture, a style of living, a fashion statement and a reason to rejoice in a world devoid of any real reasons to rejoice about.
They made an incredible promise and instead of backing down from that promise they delivered and delivered and delivered for eight years until the full implications of the promise finally hit them: they were staring into the jaws of an insatiable, ravenous beast that was no less beastly because it smiled and waved and gave them money. The Beatles finally suffered a collective inability to pretend that the beast was not a beast, and in 1970 they broke up and returned to being human.
They had reached a point of no return where the Frankenstein’s Monster of inimitable and unprecedented success made them stick around even while they were stranded strollers. But they could never deny that be it a George Harrison, or a John Lennon, The Beatles would always remain their first name for life.
Lennon and Harrison were the more individualists of the lot and took to the lonely roads like fish to water. Lennon soon tried to show the world it was John Lennon that he was all this while, and The Beatles was his obligation on the society. As fate would have it, he went on to become a commercial success to be soon followed with a disillusionment that artists of that stature face. Paul and Ringo remained the sane entities that The Beatles were more or less associated with earlier, and stood by that for as long as they could in the face of increasing revelations of Lennon about their differences.
to be continued….
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