My Generation

Hello everyone. I've been running this little blog operation for a few years now, and I've been growing increasingly uncomfortable that it hasn't been living up to its name Ramblings of the Guitarman. Sure, I'm still Guitarman, have been since high school and will be until the day I'm pushing up daisies. However, I'm not sure I've done much in the way of rambling here. I didn't intend this blog to be just an intermittent stream of music recommendations (although I certainly enjoy doing those posts). Instead, I initially intended this blog to be a resting place for my musings that I could never (before) find an audience for. I'll still post band recommendations and music spotlights, but expect a few more unfocused posts on music, politics and philosophy from here on. I really like doing things like my political conversation etiquette post, so you'll be seeing more of that kind of stuff here. Now then, it's time I stopped beating around the bush. I promised I'd talk about "music and the generation gap" in the title, so here we go.

First, some background to this discussion. I live in Washington state and go to college in Texas. Since food on campus is grotesquely expensive, I prefer to have my car with me when I'm at school. That way I'm not stuck with three dollar packages of instant ramen (those prices are basically highway robbery). I could whine more about Aramark's harmful monopoly on campus cuisine, but I digress. My home in Washington state is a good 2,200 miles away from my college in Texas, which makes for some rather extensive road trips. Every spring, my dad books a flight down to meet me and we begin the several day process of driving halfway across the country back to Washington. I pride myself in my car's music collection, so we can drive four or so days without listening to the same song twice. Choosing music for these road trips, however, is something of a challenge.

There's a rather large age gap between my father and me. Furthermore, my dad basically stopped listening to the radio sometime around 1980, as he came back from deployment in the navy to discover that radio stations developed a fairly unhealthy obsession with rap music. As such, it's a bit of a struggle finding music that we can both appreciate on equal terms. This isn't to say that I dislike the classics. My silver briefcase of CDs is filled with pages of the Doobie Brothers, the Guess Who, Led Zeppelin, ZZ Top, all that good stuff. My father also really appreciates AC/DC, which is a godsend on road trips since they make perfect driving music. The problem is that so many of my older albums don't make for particularly good driving music. If I put on something like the greatest hits of the Quicksilver Messenger Service, it doesn't matter how much we both like the band. When you're staring down three-hundred miles of straight road with no buildings or cars in sight, half an hour of that stuff and we're both out like a light.

Once I run out of classic hard rock, those albums with universal appeal and boundless energy, things start getting somewhat tense in the car. My natural inclination is to start playing metal. I have a large assortment of metal albums in my car since the stuff makes for phenomenal phenomenal night driving music. I don't think it's really possible to fall asleep to Carcass, after all. However, this is my dad I'm riding with. Death metal and black metal aren't going to cut it here. I needed something with clean vocals and melody, maybe a nice groove too. On this latest voyage back to the evergreen state, I put on some Goatsnake and Gloryhammer to serenade us with bluesy doom metal and cheesy power metal respectively. Here, I'll post some samples. Give them a listen before you continue reading.

It would suffice to say that these albums did not go over particularly well. However, to stop with such a cop-out description would defeat the point of this post. When both albums were done, my dad turned to me and started speaking with that most loaded of opening statements: "Now, don't take this the wrong way, but..." Oh boy, I thought, here it comes. What he ultimately said (after the usual cries of "where's the melody," "metal is too Satanic for me," and "that guy is just chanting 'I killed him' (was actually saying 'a killing floor', which is both the name of the song and a classic blues motif), etc.) was the inspiration for this blog post.

The general idea of my dad's argument is that we will forever gravitate towards the music that sounds familiar to us, which varies based on both life circumstances and one's date of birth. My dad prefers bands like the Beach Boys and Bob Seger because they remind him of his childhood. That kind of music was instrumental in developing his musical tastes, which have solidified with age. The end product is a sort of generation gap for musical appreciation. If something sounds too different to what we listened to growing up, we reject it as just noise and then precede to bemoan the state of the music industry. After all, he argued, we all just really pursue our comfort zone.

Unsurprisingly for longtime readers of this blog, I balked at his suggestion that I too would one day become a musical dogmatist asserting that music died the day it stopped sounding like the soundtrack to my halcyon days of youth. I certainly saw kernels of truth in his argument, what with my adamant rejection of things like dubstep and autotuned pop music. However, I have enough self-awareness to be able to identify this revulsion at modern music as something other than reluctance to accept the next generation. It's not that I dislike so many modern bands because they differ from what I listened to as a youth. In fact, many of the trends I so dislike in music nowadays have their roots in the stuff I listened to naively as a child, wondering why I wasn't able to "get" these artists so popular with my peers. I may be a musical dogmatist, but for reasons that have nothing to do with my musical generation.

In appreciating music, I am first and foremost a connoisseur of instrumentation. In particular, I greatly enjoy a well-played guitar part. I am, after all, a guitarist; can you blame me? This, not any generational divide, is responsible for my under-appreciation of so many modern artists. I go where the riffs are, and the riffs are often in music that predates me. I gravitate towards songs like Aerosmith's Walk This Way and Carcass's Heartwork because, man, those are some GREAT riffs! They aren't really my generation's riffs, they're just timeless. If I seem like a musical curmudgeon, shaking his cane at all the pop-rock and dubstep kids marching across his lawn, it's because I just can't sate my hunger for guitar riffage from those kinds of music. I don't think it matters quite what generation you come from, your first taste of Hendrix should still be something like a religious experience. I hunger to hear the next distant horizon someone will take us to through the guitar. Hopefully, when that happens, I won't miss it from wallowing in nostalgia. I don't want something like a generation gap to stop me from appreciating the next great step in rock, in metal, in blues. Admittedly, if the guitar ever stops being given its due as the king of instruments, as the face of rock, then you'll see me eating these words. I'm happy with whatever generation's music appreciates the guitar, and I want a rather large gap between myself and any generation that seeks to ignore it.

Guitarman out.

Sinister roots

Hello, everyone, and happy Easter to you!

As I mentioned over on my Facebook page (www.facebook.com/rotgm/), Lincoln Durham's latest album, Revelations of a Mind Unraveling, dropped on the 25th. It's been about three years since his sophomore effort, Exodus of the Deemed Unrighteous, and four years since his debut album, The Shovel vs. The Howling Bones.

First, some more background. Lincoln Durham is a native Texan who tours as a one-man band. His style on his previous albums was a vigorous blend of olden southern Americana. Durham's music is as much founded in bluegrass as in blues, and his records are filled with fiddles, banjos and mandolins accenting his powerful yet loose guitar playing. His first album, The Shovel vs. The Howling Bones, captured my with its stomping riffs and tasty slide guitar. On the other hand, his sophomore effort, Exodus of the Deemed Unrighteous, put Durham's vocals front and center. Durham had sounded like a seasoned blues singer on his debut; his second album saw him attack his microphone like a fire and brimstone preacher. His performance was dynamic, soulful, and one of the only times I've seen spoken word passages actually benefit an album.

So, how does his latest album measure up? Revelations of a Mind Unraveling confused me before I even pushed play for the first time. The album artwork was such a stark departure from the others. Here it is put next to the previous two.

Confusion about the sudden palette change aside, Revelations is one heck of an album. Like Exodus, it's rather short at just shy of 32 minutes. It's by far the darkest and most experimental of his albums so far. The balladry of Shovel and Exodus is kept to a bare minimum here. There are certainly no love songs this time, either. Instead, we get such cheery numbers as "Rage and Fire and Brimstone," "Bones," "Rusty Knife," "Noose," and the uncomfortably titled "Bleed Until You Die." Yikes. The most upbeat track is the gleeful pagan bluegrass of "Gods of Wood and Stone."

The guitar work, though not the emphasis of the album, has a noticeably more modern edge to it at times. If anything, it sounds at times like the blues-meets-punk assault favored by the White Stripes, although with a considerably more traditional approach. As expected, Durham knocks the vocals out of the park with a mastery and fervor that simply can't be topped. The spoken word sections make a comeback, although considerably more blended with the sung passages than on Exodus. They're also kept to a relative minimum. Durham isn't content to simply tell you stories here like he was on Exodus. Instead, he sells his lyrics with positively manic delivery and righteous conviction.

It's not quite like his previous albums, but once again Durham delivers the goods. I can safely recommend this to fans of Exodus of the Deemed Unrighteous, fans of the White Stripes and anyone interested in hearing new takes on classic American genres. You won't regret it.

Until next time. Guitarman, out.

An (open) mind is a terrible thing to waste

"I never considered a difference of opinion in politics, in religion, in philosophy, as cause for withdrawing from a friend." ~ Thomas Jefferson

The American election season is a terribly divisive time, rife with groundless animosity and the parading of one's questionable dogma of choice. In the spirit of this time of contention, I'm going to take a moment to talk about politics. Sort of. I'm actually going to cover the act of talking about politics. Specifically, I'm going to share some pointers on how to actually have some civilized discourse instead of a pointless shouting match. These points aren't limited to political discussion, and are just generally helpful to keep in mind.

#1.) Be aware of the reasons for your beliefs. You aren't going to be able to talk meaningfully about what you believe if you can't explain why you believe.

#2.) Genuinely want to understand the other person's views. If you don't actually make an effort to understand the other person's views, you're kind of an ass if you still expect them to pay attention to yours. You should make mutual understanding one of your highest priorities in a discussion. You should shoot for a dialogue, not a monologue. Let the other person speak, and actively listen to what they're saying. Ask questions to clarify their position. People generally enjoy being the subject of honest curiosity in this context.

#3.) Be open-minded. My fields of study are economics and philosophy. If there's one thing I've learned in either field, it's that assumptions make it easier to fit reality into tidy little models. If there's a second thing I've learned, it's that the tidier the model is, the less that model will actually correlate with reality in any meaningful way. If you want to have a meaningful discussion on a topic like politics, you need to be willing to admit that your assumptions aren't unassailable.

#4.) Be polite, dammit. The world is a bizarrely complicated place, and it's quite easy for equally intelligent people to come to completely different conclusions on something. Don't equate disagreement with stupidity. Be respectful even if you're talking with someone who appears completely incapable of grasping logical truths (such as "A is true if B is true" being equivalent to "if B is not true, A is also not true"). Feel free to point out problematic logic and incorrect facts, but be respectful about it. Make sure to keep your language as polite as possible at all times, because inflamed tempers will quickly undo any efforts at a civilized discourse.

#5.) Keep your arguments relevant to the other person. An atheist will not care that the book of Leviticus declares male homosexual intercourse to be an abomination (Lev. 18:22), so it's not relevant if you're arguing with an atheist about whether same-sex marriage should be legal. A person is more likely to listen to an argument that is compatible with their own views. This is one reason why it is so crucial to understand why the other person believes what they do. By understanding where they're coming from, you'll be able to figure out how to actually respond to their beliefs. If you try using an argument fundamentally incompatible with the other person's worldview, you aren't going to get anywhere productive.

EDIT: I initially said "try only to use arguments that are compatible with the assumptions held by the other person." That's not what I had intended to say. There's nothing wrong with arguing against a person's assumptions, save for the fact that people generally don't like the process of carefully reexamining their beliefs. That's why so many people found Socrates so bloody annoying. Just keep in mind that arguments are more persuasive when they don't require people to actually change their fundamental beliefs. When you align an argument with the other person's basic assumptions, you are only trying to persuade them of a single thing. When you make an argument that contradicts the other person's basic assumptions, you are trying to persuade them of multiple things simultaneously, hence the increased difficulty.

#6.) Stick to the facts. When possible, name specific studies and evidence for your position. When you don't know something for certain, admit your lack of knowledge. Never attempt to use rumor, popular opinion, baseless speculation, appeals to authorities, etc. as substitutes for actual evidence. Be honest about the difference between what you know to be true (and can verify) and what you believe to be true (and cannot verify).

So there you have it. Understand the source of your beliefs and the beliefs of the other person. Keep an open mind and a respectful attitude. Only present the facts you can verify and the arguments that matter to the other person. Finally, I'd like to add one final piece of advice:

#7.) It's about learning, not winning. One conversation on politics is probably not going to cause someone to throw out their entire political worldview. Opinions tend to change fairly slowly. As such, you shouldn't expect someone to be converted to your dogma of choice after presenting your case. Don't make that your goal. Instead, just try to learn why the other person thinks what they do. Share your views, and let your views be challenged. You'll be happier and wiser for it.

I'll post again soon, with music this time. Today marks the start of my Spring break, and I plan to make up for the lack of a February post and then some. Until then, may your political discussions be rational, productive and enjoyable. Guitarman, out.

New year, same gig

Happy intensely belated new year. Now that I have recovered from this weekend's shenanigans (flat tire repair, work gone awry, my 21st birthday), I'm ready to ring in the new-ish year a month late with some quality music. I have a lot of music to go through today and not quite as much time as I'd like, so I'll make this a bit briefer than I probably should.

Before I get to the music, though, I'd like to talk on the subject of harsh vocals in metal. You might notice that the music I'm featuring today is strewn with all manner of screams, rasps, growls, barks and snarls. This was intentional, and it's to make a point. It should come as no surprise to my audience at this point that I'm something of a metalhead. I can't help it; so much of the best guitar-work is found in metal, progressive rock, blues and flamenco. I simply listen to whatever has the most interesting or exciting guitar parts. Few genres these days are as guitar-driven as metal, from the treble-heavy blast strumming of black metal to the crunchy grooves of death metal. There is, however, something of a price of entry to the more hard-edged stuff in metal: the vocals. For the longest time, I simply chose to avoid harsh vocals in metal. Payoff be damned, I simply couldn't stomach screams or...whatever those black metal vocalists were doing (it just sounded like irritable stage whispering to me). I think the record that opened my mind a little was Lost in the Sound of Separation, by Underoath. It's not an album I return to often anymore, though. What really changed my mind to harsh vocals in metal was hearing Amon Amarth's single War of the Gods (from Surtur Rising) for the first time.

THAT was a gamechanger. I hadn't heard quality death metal before, let alone death metal with MELODY. The use of harsh vocals in music finally clicked with me. Amon Amarth was using the human voice (to great effect, I might add) as a percussion instrument, and not as an additional source of melody. It needed to be a gruff growl and snarl in order to not distract from the guitar lines in the treble. It needed to be abrasive to project any kind of power with that low of a pitch. The vocals took getting used to, but they made sense. I could accept that, and I'm glad I did.

What I'm trying to say here is that there is both logic behind these more abrasive vocals, and (more importantly) a MASSIVE payoff for acclimating oneself to them. Oh boy, is there ever a payoff!

Introducing Wilderun's sophomore album, Sleep at the Edge of the Earth.

This album is, without hesitation, my favorite of all the records I've encountered. It has folk instrumentation, beautiful clean vocals, blast beats, brilliant arrangements, excellent pacing, a sense of groove and of melody. It has harsh vocals. Basically, this is what would happen if we took Opeth, removed the 70's prog influences and replaced those with folk music. The result is majestic and should NOT be skipped over. This is the album I'd suggest for acclimating oneself to harsh vocals in metal. It's an extremely palatable blend of melody with black metal and death metal, and I'd recommend it to people who do not consider themselves metal fans at all. I have yet to show this to someone, metal fan or not, and have them dislike it. I could ramble on for hours about how much I love this album, but I'd rather just let the music speak for itself. It's not free, but it's worth every freaking cent and then some. You can pick it up from their Bandcamp page HERE. It's only $7 USD minimum, and it's worth so much more.

For someone looking for a bit less bombast and way more oomph and strange puns, we have Slugdge.

As much as I love these guys, I am not advocating using them as your gateway to extreme metal unless you're already fine with harsh vocals. Slugdge is freaking heavy, with a potent mixture of blackened sludgy death for your listening pleasure. No, they're more an example of the long-term payoff for acclimating yourself to extreme metal. They're also a pretty way to just jump straight into the deep end rather than sticking your toes in the water with Wilderun. If you're already a fan of the headier brews metal has to offer, then you'll feel right at home with Slugdge. They're creative, brutal, and highly entertaining. They also write all their songs about slugs bringing about the end times, which is frankly hilarious. Give them a shot at their Bandcamp page HERE. Their entire discography is available with a name your own price offer with no minimum price, after all, so there's no reason not to give them a shot if you (like me) are a fan of what they're peddling.