Saturday, December 19, 2009

Aloha, Blessings and a Ho, Ho, Ho



 

Aloha, Blessings and a Ho, Ho, Ho

Well the end of the year has rolled around again and despite our wounded economy folks are going about their business. We have seen the Vintage Market track further downward and overseas products become the coin of the realm. Retail list prices on the USA big two offerings have continued to climb, but resale value drops once you get it out the door or box.

I have seen very little in the way of innovation on the technical, design or new raw material and it's use. Material for components continues to come through the sweat and suffering of the subsistence income worker. The plundering of Third World natural resources is the same as it ever was and highly unlikely to change. Music and art is no longer an available resource in the school system for many young people to find the myriad wonders and benefits of learning to play a musical instrument. Opportunities are few where young people can learn the symmetry and grace of theory,  hear and touch the rich and varied works of musical history, instrument design and creation, and appreciate the ingenuity of the diverse cultures of our world.

The hypnotic allure of the successful video game industry has replaced the garage jams and band rehearsals of the past with vapid emulation rituals with mock instruments held and manipulated to the recorded work of others. Televised Talent Shows are now an important process and deciding voice in who will be chosen to record music, possibly attain material riches and achieve Andy Warhol's predicted 15 minutes of fame.

The new links page is now up on the GuitarsKauai.com site. It is a collection of eclectic individuals with vision, skill and creativity. Check it out if you get a chance.

Happy Holidays and a safe and prosperous New year.


Blessings, T.Dogg

Wednesday, July 22, 2009

The Story


The Story

This topic is probably verboten for musical instrument retailers. Since I have never felt comfortable with that identity and really only began retailing because friends and family told me it was time to stop doing it for free, so I guess I'll just go ahead and mutter.

I grew up in a musical theatre family so of course performing was important. Perhaps the difference in my family, in which my father was a songwriter and my mother a UCLA English major/Actor, was at the very core of every performance, the heart and soul if you will, was the story. The story could be enthralling, tragic, humorous, demonic, twisted, a lesson in morality or what have you. The absolute was that there was one. Without it, there could be no songs, no words or action. An actor, dancer, singer, musician's first objective was to serve the story. Sets, costumes, lighting, staging, orchestration could range from opulent to minimal the success of these additions depended on how well they enhanced the telling of the story.

As the oral tradition of relaying news and providing tribes with a link to their histories evolved accompaniment was added. Drums perhaps were the first, eventually lyre, lute, harp etc. As this form matured, so too did the skills of those doing the telling. These tellers were esteemed and many rewarded for their great skills. These skills originally were not solely interpretive for as it was and so it remains: the tale is first and foremost.

With the evolution of classical instrumental music came an enormous societal schism. These complex musical compositions were still stories though written in musical notation not spoken language, opera and chorale being of course the exception. The composition, the copying of all the parts, the payments to the musicians required massive subsidies by the ruling class. The peasant and working class heard very little and understood even less of the pomp, bombast and complexity of this form.

Yet despite this division of class, the story telling continued musically though viewed condescendingly as simple peasant or folk music. Despite its lowly stature, this music endured, crossed the great ocean and emerged in America assuming the forms we know as Folk, Country and from somewhat different origins, Blues, Boogie Woogie, Swing and Rock and Roll. The reason these forms have not only survived but continue to thrive is that they tell a tale, they are accessible, and through their simplicity, they stick in your head.

When we evaluate a player's performance what is our criteria? I would suggest that at least for me is how successful, how evocative did the player communicate the story. As players ourselves, besides the obligatory note for note rendering when we are wood shedding, perhaps a portion of our session should be spent in evaluating what we are conveying. What nuance can we add to embellish the story? Maybe a bit of time spent every session working on telling our own stories would be a worthy addition to our practice routine. Lou Reed tells of a time he met Andy Warhol one afternoon at The Factory when Lou was in residence there. "How many songs have you written today," asked Andy? "Why none," Lou replied. "Aren't you a songwriter," Andy inquired. Lou mutter, yes." "Then write some songs," Andy replied trailing past Lou.

What I'm getting at with these musings is that as a musician and or songwriter, it seems to me that at least as much time should be spent in skillfully telling the story through your musicianship and if so moved writing one of your own. At least as much as is often spent drooling over gear ads, auctions, forum reviews and UTube gear demos. This is probably not wise advice from a retailer, but the payoff is a gift freely given. Besides you can always buy gear.

Blessings from the Garden Island,

Tyler(T.Dogg)J. Barnes

Wednesday, June 3, 2009

Mold Removal









Mold Removal

Aloha and mahalo for all the kokua from clients, friends and extended ohana through this tough Winter season and the dreadful state of our country’s economy. I’m just getting around to brushing the mold off this blog, posting and looking ahead, crafting strategies for calmer seas and the return of the trades.
It’s probably difficult to associate tough times and stereotypical images of life on a tropical island. Most visitors think of tropical destinations as places to unwind and have fun. They may complain about the crummy service or the cockroaches in their rental cars or the high cost of food at the corner grocery. For the most part though, they can strip off their heavy, fashionable clothing and shoes, grab swim wear, buy a pair of “Locals” Brand flip flops (aka slippers in Hawaii) oil up and hit the beach. With a Styrofoam cooler, beverages and snacks they plop down and encamp. Now a days you’ll see a few very pale men among the beach goers sitting up and jabbering into a Blackberry or typing on a Titanium Apple Laptop, but even they eventually are weaned from this frenetic activity by sun, surf and adult beverages. Soon the thick spy or conspiracy paperbacks appear as their skins start to redden and sometimes they find themselves looking at wives or girlfriends in a long forgotten way. The trades blow sweetly and the layers of armor necessary to survival in their working worlds starts to fall away.

For those of us long time resident Ex-patriots, life in the islands is a different reality. Most of us have worked two jobs since before the current collapse and many work jobs and work and own businesses. Thick novels give way to hastily read periodicals, beach time is a special event and the high grocery prices which we must contend with year round are managed by purchasing sale items in quanity, shopping local farmers markets and sharing with friends and neighbors. The recent economic down turn has hit the islands and many residents even the die hards, are leaving or contemplating the possibility. Layoffs are rolling through the communities, homes and vehicles are being put up for sale and boredom and frustration have escalated alcohol consumption and the use of the smokable methamphetamine called batu or ice in Hawaii.

For those of us who stay here year round one constant is music, another is adaptability. Last and most important is the kindness and generosity of our friends and neighbors. These elements and the beauty of the land makes any struggle worth it in my opinion.

The website is finally ready for launching, new products and projects are on the way and in the works. Thanks to all of you for hanging in there and for your support and loyalty. Special mahalos to Zowee Web and Bruddah KFT and Gizmo Graffix for making it all happen. Patience awards to all my vendors and clients.


If any mainland visitors are visiting this week please consider seeing The Mistress of Slack Key, talented singer and songwriter Ms Cindy Combs performing Thursday, June 4 at The Trees Lounge. Showtime is 8pm. I Ran into an old colleague of mine Guitarist Bill Mello last week. Bill and his band Surf Jones are still performing regularly island-wide. For upcoming performances visit the Surf Jones My Space page here.

I’ll put the Clorox away for now. I think I got most of the mold. More guitar specific content will be coming along soon. Hang in their gangi and keep a song in your heart and a smile like the fat guy’s.



Aloha from Koloa,

T.J. Barnes