I’ve noticed a trend.
When creating a profile for myspace (for music) one will be asked some difficult questions:
What is your primary genre? Who are your influences? What (or who) do you sound like?
Most people can usually tackle the first two questions, but the third question usually brings about the most creative turmoil. This turmoil has brought about a common response in many of the pages I have seen lately. That response goes something like this:
“The illegitimate child of_____” or simply “the love-child of____.”
We (McClain that is) might possibly sound a bit like Ryan Adams. Sometimes we sound like James Taylor. At other points I think we sound accidentally like Damien Rice…I hope that we don’t accidentally sound like Rob Thomas at any point in our music.
Through simply deductive reasoning we can come to the conclusion that all this love-child talk will not work for us when you take into account our “sound.” It is impossible. Physically impossible…Unless you throw in Patty Griffin or something. Then we might have something to work with.
I spent a good amount of time on some random Sunday emailing music blogs. I felt for some reason like this could be a good way of gaining exposure. The following day we received a cheery email from Arjan Writes (www.arjanwrites.com), and Arjan was optimistic about our music. We were excited because his website was listed as one of the top ten music blogs on the web. This was our chance to gain access to other artists, to new fans, to open doors…or so we thought. He ended up featuring us on the homepage of the website in February. The feature can be seen here:
(scroll down the page about half way)
There was “The Bravery” and then there was us. On the SAME featured page. This was it. Finally, a break.
A week after the post our myspace count went back down below 100, and the “break” was officially over. No labels emailed us, no promoters, no new fans saying “OH MY GOD you are sweet.” Then we were swept off the homepage into the archives of February, and reality sunk in: Getting on a major music blog is not a way up…and in our case it was not really a way to anywhere at all.
Let the rat race continue….
One day there was this bear. He eats People. He probably ate at least 20 before he met us. We were walking to Nashville from New York, and the Bear jumped out with a bib on thinking he could just eat us on the spot. I hit him in the nose until he cried. Lindsay kicked him in the shins, and after he gave up we asked him for his guitar. He gave it to me. I play that guitar live now. You should see it. There are scratch marks on it and everything. It also says BEAR on the back.
Is this blogging?