So I had this idea for song. Actually it was more than an idea. The way things seem to work with us is this: I take a good few weeks to find a guitar part that eventually find a partner. If I’m lucky, words come to mind when these two meet. If these two parts are wed without words, then it’s very likely that it will retire to the heap of what might have been. In this particular circumstance, I’d re-imagined the guitar part several times. In fact, I’m still not completely satisfied with the melodic progression. Regardless, the lyrics had mostly been written, and a skeleton existed. All that really remained, aside from the effort of synth and sound design, was naming the damn thing. I had the perfect title, “Parker and Barrow.” You see, the song was about the wanting of a woman of whom was the subject’s equal. If only they could get on the same page, the world would surely be theirs. What other personas could exemplify this better than Bonnie Parker and Clyde Barrow? Get it? See how I saved you a Wikipedia trip? The title would ideally scintillate just enough to provoke minimal research from the listener, ideally, since it’s impossible to determine the laziness of the listener. Being a small band, minimal is about the amount of effort that one can subject one’s listeners to. Honestly, if anyone were to Google half of what’s been contained on our few releases… you’d either wind up bored to death or mildly amused. Either way, there is content buried.
I should quickly assert that we don’t think our listeners are stupid. We just realize that we’re not Tool. We understand that we don’t have a small army of 14 year olds trying to decipher every word we say. We assume you have better things to do.
Anyways, I go to see Spruce Campbells for the release of their release of their EP “Death of an Art Monster.” Good crowd, great bands, and one informative alternative local newspaper, that alongside with a review of the Spruce’s EP, informs me that they ALSO have a song called “Parker and Barrow.” One should now infer from the first paragraph that I intended to title our song by the same name. Apparently I’m not the only one who thought hipsters would appreciate a casual history lesson. In fact, there are few things hipsters appreciate more than discovering a historical fact that is at once not overwhelmingly involving, while at the same time revisits already accumulated knowledge. Really, there’s no better way to convince someone that they’re clever than to remind them of something they’ve forgotten without poking them in the face to do it. The idea is to make hipsters think that they’ve stumbled upon something incredibly unique, that they can tell all of their hipster friends they discovered over a micro brew, while not making them go to such great lengths as to actually research and learn anything for themselves. In short, make your “puzzle” easily solvable via Google, and not required any actual knowledge.
Yes, we play these games. If one were so inclined, one could uncover a small trove of similar tricks we’ve placed throughout our modest catalog of songs. Though most of these things actually require of a bit more effort than simply Google’ing something.Well, maybe not, but we’re usually not so inclined as to place what should be one’s search query in the title.
Apparently Spruce Campbells are in on the joke as well, at least to some extent. Check them out at http://www.facebook.com/thesprucecampbells! I might also mention that they were the first Columbus band I gave half a shit about. Several more were to follow, but these guys (and girl) should certainly not be ignored.You like the Pixies and/or the Dandy Warhols? If so, check these guys out. If not, check them out anyway.
Picture of the day: (Jason, Spruce Campbells, well aware that he made off with the sweet song title)