Pic c/p Neil Lupin via Flickr
Tonight the boys of the band & I are playing another mate's birthday so we've been slogging away at the set every night this week and have worked ourselves into a right old state of frail humanity - sore fingers and cracked voices. And just a few butterflies...
We only ever do covers of other people's songs - not because we haven't got songs of our own (Big Andy is particularly prolific), it's just that we see our job to be helping others to have a good time and that's all a bit easier if they recognise the tunes (it's amazing how scared folk get when faced with the unfamiliar...). Every gig we do, somebody always quizzes us about this.
I thought about this repeatedly last Friday at the rainsoaked but laughter filled Madstock over in the East End. 3 bands from the turn of the 80s, Madness, the Pogues and the Blockheads - the kind of bands too easily derided and ignored by the recording end of the music industry as past it - played to a damp but exuberant crowd of all ages...who all sang together and danced together as if it was carnival time or something...
So here's the thought: for too long, the music industry and we music fans ourselves have conspired to assume that what makes music valuable is its novelty and/or scarcity; ditto musicians (this helps put a price tag on the recorded version, I suspect).
But in the real world - and in most other cultures - music is something for all of us not just the few, something that helps us all be and interact with each other, not separate ourselves from others. And novelty is often positively unhelpful in this context in this social usage
So let's just say if you want to join in tonight, to sing along, then please feel free to do so...
Here we go, 1-2-3-4....