I promise you next week I’ll dedicate an entire post to Sergeant Clifford Stone and touch on anti gravity propulsion and the fact that it already exists. But for the meantime you’re just going to have to settle for my rant about auto tune and it’s myriad of hacks, I mean users, I mean artists.
Sometimes if I’m lucky and to be honest I’ve been quite lucky these last few weeks, I’m given the duty of working in the gatehouse. What does that mean you ask? It means that I sit in a box ala Adam Sandler in Big Daddy and arrange what docks the trucks get to park in. It’s easier than the manual labour expected of us inside the factory and it affords me a great deal of time to read and or write. Well the other day I did a bit of the former finding a men’s magazine that had a four-page article detailing the death of Hip Hop. Now it would be easy to blame Auto-Tune for the entire crumbling of the genre but a lot of the blame has to go to the lack of creativity and the constant if not absurd amount of showboating that goes on in the videos and the lyrics.
But for me the beef can be most easily articulated in a tool that essentially pioneered one thing amongst artists and one thing only; laziness. I’ll start with basic pop and radio fare and by the end of the post I’ll segway into Hip Hop territory. Anyway like I said with the advent or at least the acceptance of this machine as a tool of engineering it has brought about a sameness in top forty pop that has rendered nearly every pop song f- ing useless.
I seriously have not listened to the radio in years, well at least since my car was installed with ipod connectivity. The only time I hear it is when I’m at the gym and even there you can hear the groans from the clientele and my mates when some asinine 3 minute pile of trash is sprayed over the airwaves at 110% so the station can fit in three more adds per break. Wait scrap that, I do listen to my car radio when I listen to the footy. SEN, Triple M, sometimes even ABC.
But really to have this shit passed as music these days is in actual fact a blatant f – ing insult to the public. I think what we’re seeing here is a focus on image and image alone. To be honest I don’t think record companies’ look for a talent so much as a face, a body and a personality. Now this is no surprise that Record companies are looking for a complete package but I think now in 2010 it’s gotten to the point where singing is no longer secondary or tertiary, it’s the final piece of the puzzle that can be fixed with the least amount of effort. The fact that they peddle this shit to the consumer really irks me, but what irks me more is the artists themselves acting like music’s second gift after Sinatra and Martin.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Bpx9hRnv9AI
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cXsTVS7LQH4&feature=related
Dino is f- ing sitting down for f&%#’s sake and he’s still singing better than most modern day dipshits!
And like Ben says in Barry Levinsons “Liberty Heights” – “You never walk out on Sinatra.”
Well guess what I would walk out on most artists today because they are full of shit. I think a lot of this can go back to my generational argument. Back in the 40’s through to the 60’s a lot was expected of you and if you didn’t cut the mustard they didn’t have much that could help you. If you want another example look at this and tell me of another actor sans Fred Astaire who would ever be able to perform like this today.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Aus1PA5-SyI
Yeah that’s right not a f – ing soul. Yeah that’s right I’m a little off topic but who cares.
We created this problem of creative mediocrity by lowering the bar and allowing technology to help people slide right under it. What’s more incredible is that we don’t see it, actually music purists and most music writers see it or they wouldn’t be writing about it but the people who make these artists who they are, the public, don’t. I find it almost impossible not to notice how every song sounds the same. They are almost hybrid children all stemming from Cher’s “Believe” which evidently and coincidently was really the beginning of all this shit. Auto – Tune may have been used before but never touched the listener like it did back then.
So how has this affected Hip Hop? Simple, it’s made it wussy. Back when I was ten and just after the death of Tupac I began listening to Hip Hop, or just Rap music, which I think it, should be called. Yes I am white but if I let my beard grow I can almost pass as a light skinned dude. It would explain why I always get looks from Black girls. But I digress. Back in the day when you listened to something by Tupac, Nas, Boys 504, Ice Cube, Ice – T, N.W.A, South Central Cartel, Dre and even Bone Thugz you heard something raw. Granted that most of it could be considered Gangsta Rap it still carried an emotion to it and a force that needed nothing bar the conviction of it’s delivery.
What stood out back then were the lyrics, the passion and even the music videos that in some cases showed it’s artists in a city tip next to crumpled up cars. No mugging for the camera, no club’s where the artists was given instant access, no women half naked and $200 000 dollar cars and definitely no Auto- Tune. Hell on one of my CD’s I could hear Tupac take a breath and then near the end of the track the sound of actual spittle being flung from his mouth. Yes I am aware that on California Love at the end a guy uses Auto Tune to do some be bopping and scatting but that itself had nothing to do with Tupac’s rhymes.
The problem is what we are left with now, I’ll tell you what we are left with.
Man I seem to ask a lot of rhetorical questions in my blog, but I guess that doesn’t matter because nobody reads it so nobody complains.
Anyway I was saying what we are left with is this guy.
And his song – http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZoG5jJ3E8rg
Can you imagine if this over produced under rapped crap was peddled back in the early nineties! You could bet your life savings that Easy – E would probably take a bat to his head. There were times when all you had was your talent and your tude (short for attitude) now all that is needed is the tude. Even listen to the lyrics, he’s talking about an ipod stuck on replay, a f –ing ipod!
Yeah I can really feel the tension when he brings his ipod to the Mac store to get it fixed and one of the Mac dudes gives him a new one because he’s still under warranty. Wow the richness and the vividness of his tales really makes me feel like I’m there at the store with him, wait let’s by an ipad as well and put that in the video. A guy sounding like a robot, singing on a beach about a girl whose personality reminds him of a song on his ipod.
I’m sold!
The only thing good about that clip was the flag in the back sort of resembles an Australian flag. Now honestly I could get started on T – Pain who is essentially the godfather of Auto–Tune, or at least the young Coroleone in this saga but I won’t.
Yet it’s times like these that I’m glad I’m a ninties child because all I have to do is wack in my ipod and be transported to a time when talent was the only thing on offer. And yes I’m aware of the irony of using an ipod to go back in time.
So there you have it, essentially what we have been listening to for the past couple years are singers and artists no more talented than ourselves yelling over a microphone and then mugging around like they have a voice. I’m aware that there are artists out there who absolutely admonish the use of the machine including Jay – Z and other Rap artists who are on the verge of exploding – Kid Cudi but to be fully fair on this subject I propose that we have a national year of no Auto–Tune.
Yeah that’s how much I hate music right now that I want to dedicate a year to it.
Until next time…whatever.