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More Music Discussion Upon the Passings of Ozzy Osbourne and Chuck Mangione

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I know that’s an unwieldy title, folks…but it at least is an honest one! And it is descriptive, so…here we go.

Chuck Mangione passed away earlier this week at age 84. He played the trumpet and the flugelhorn, was considered one of the first “smooth jazz” or “soft jazz” icons, and played with an uncanny lightness of being. That’s why his mega-hit song “Feels So Good” still shows up in so many different contexts.

As I said yesterday in my blog, Mangione was trained to be a jazz trumpeter first, and played with Art Blakely’s Jazz Messengers. The Jazz Messengers play a very traditional type of jazz that’s usually exemplified by bebop, with some 1950s/early 1960s jazz expressionism (from Miles Davis and John Coltrane; think the LP Kind of Blue and you’re getting somewhere) thrown in.

For those of you who don’t know a lot about music, or jazz in particular, think about trumpeter Dizzy Gillespie, he of the tilted-up trumpet. (If you’ve ever seen his signature trumpet, with the bell pointed usually straight up at an angle, you’ll know instantly who I’m talking about.) Dizzy was a great bebop trumpeter and always was; in his youth, he and Charlie Parker made their names playing in the same small group.

So, here’s why I mentioned Dizzy Gillespie, folks. Dizzy was the best of friends with Mangione until the end of his life. Dizzy recognized good music when he heard it, and he didn’t care if it was “too soft” or “not hard enough” or “not swinging enough” for the cognoscenti of the jazz world.

Mangione, mind you, had a great sense of humor, and was often on animated programs sending himself up. He took what he did seriously, but he didn’t take himself seriously, and maybe that’s why his music was so good.

Anyway, you might be asking why I’m talking so much about Mangione when Ozzy Osbourne, who just died at the age of 76, is by far the bigger name. (Rock is just that much more popular than jazz.) Mangione did something different, and not just because he played the flugelhorn more often than his trumpet; because of that, he and Ozzy Osbourne actually have some things in common.

See, Ozzy came up with the famed hard-rock group Black Sabbath. They were perhaps the first heavy metal band to become not only popular, but household names. This was only partly because of the name Black Sabbath (which was picked as it was divisive and memorable, no doubt); it mostly was because they were working on a wholly new style of music, one that was mutating almost faster than thought.

Black Sabbath featured heavier drums, louder and “crunchier” bass playing, and it was set off to perfection by Ozzy’s vocal stylings. The subject matter was often about difficult subjects like death, war, suicide, intense frustration…while such things had been discussed before, they hadn’t been discussed so openly or with so much feeling behind it.

When Ozzy and Black Sabbath parted ways, no one knew, least of all Ozzy, that he’d have a bigger second act by himself than he’d had with Black Sabbath. But that’s what happened, all because he took risks. He sang “Perry Mason,” which had nothing to do with angst or anger and everything to do with nostalgia and how sometimes we really need someone to fix things for us. (Perry Mason was almost legendary in being able to fix nearly anything in a legal context, after all.) He sometimes leaned into his fame, such as with the songs “Crazy Train” and “No More Tears.” He also showed a willingness to work with all sorts of different types of musicians, which is possibly the best thing I could say about him or any other musician as it shows he was more about the music than the fame.

So, Ozzy, with Black Sabbath and without them, was helping to define the new type of music called heavy metal. Mangione was helping to define the new type of jazz, a softer, more inclusive, more melodic jazz that regular people could hear and understand right off.

Both men were all about the music. They also had good senses of humor (Ozzy’s wasn’t known until the reality show about his family, The Osbournes, came into being), played all over the world, were household names (or at least their biggest songs were), and did what they were born to do.

Now, I can see at least some of you shaking your heads, because Ozzy had drug issues, once bit the head off a live bat, and when in some sort of fugue once killed all of the household’s cats. There’s no way Mangione would’ve done those latter things. (I don’t know about the drug issues, mind you, as many musicians of all types have used various types of recreational drugs throughout known history. I can only say I am not aware of it in Mangione’s case.)

That’s all true. But I think one of the reasons we’re on this Earth is to learn, grow, and be the best person we are able to be. Ozzy Osbourne and Chuck Mangione both showed growth throughout their lifetimes, gave pleasure to millions with their music, and were both known at the end of their lives as good people who did the best they could.

I don’t know of a better epitaph than that, and it applies to both men.

Linkin Park Hires a New Co-Lead Singer, and I Have Thoughts…

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In case you haven’t heard yet, Linkin Park has a new lead singer, or probably better explained as co-lead singer along with singer/rapper Mike Shinoda. They needed someone because their iconic lead singer Chester Bennington died seven years ago by his own hand, and most of Linkin Park wanted to play together again. (The exception was their original drummer, Rob Bourdon.) So they’ve hired a woman, Emily Armstrong, who fronted a group known as Dead Sara, to sing the parts that Chester would’ve sung had he still been alive.

Note that I did not say “to replace Chester,” as there’s no way to replace Chester Bennington. But Linkin Park wanted/needed someone to sing those parts, and Emily Armstrong can sing melodies and then scream in a heartfelt way. My guess is that Emily A. sings in a similar range to Chester, or at least is close enough that with some minor arrangements (perhaps changing the key signature and/or mode — as lots of groups use modes like Mixolydian, Lydian, Dorian, etc., in addition in order to better reflect a mood or feeling), Linkin Park’s songs can be rendered well enough for fans to appreciate them.

This is a big controversy because of two things. One, you can’t replace Chester; he had a unique set of skills, including an emotional awareness that was almost uncanny, that could never be reproduced by anyone else. Two, one of Chester’s sons, Jamie, is very unhappy about this. Jamie pointed out that September is International Suicide Awareness month, which seems disrespectful to him as his father Chester died by suicide.

That raises a good point: as Linkin Park had been working with Emily A., quietly, for months, why didn’t Linkin Park wait another month to drop this news? Or why not move it up into August? Why court this sort of drama when you don’t have to?

See, there was someone else, a musician — I can’t remember the guy’s name right now — who had reported about four, maybe five months ago that he’d heard that Linkin Park had hired a new female singer. Mike Shinoda and other Linkin Park members pooh-poohed this and said if there was any news to report, they’d report it themselves, thank you.

But the guy who reported this was a fellow musician. I knew at the time, being a musician myself, that something was undoubtedly going on even though the guy who’d said he’d heard Linkin Park had a new lead female singer backtracked pretty quickly once Mike Shinoda, et. al., basically said the man should mind his own business. Still, from that report, I figured Linkin Park was probably rehearsing, trying to lay tracks in the music studio, and figure out if a combo with some woman — who we know now to be Emily A. — was commercially viable.

That’s exactly what was going on, as we now know.

My thoughts on this are a bit mixed. First, it is hard for me to conceive of anyone singing the parts Chester sang so well and so distinctively. Chester Bennington was an integral part of Linkin Park, and as I said before, I do not believe he can ever be replaced. But second, as a musician, I know that the members of Linkin Park wanted to play again. It’s been seven years since they last played a concert in public, and most of them (Rob Bourdon, original drummer, aside) were itching to get out there and to perform.

I can’t blame any musician for wanting to perform, OK? That’s kind of what we do, providing we’re healthy enough to do it. Every performance, even of a well-known song like Linkin Park’s “In the End,” is a little different, because the energy of the crowd may be different. Or maybe one or more of the group members is feeling especially emotive. Or there’s some extra tenderness in a quiet musical interlude. Or the bombastic, up-tempo stuff seems to have extra fire one day, while the next, while still fun to listen to and hopefully fun for the group members to play, doesn’t quite meet that level of intensity.

This is true of any human music group anywhere in the history of time. Live music has variables to it, and can be extremely good one night, good the next, a bit off the third (though probably the audience won’t recognize it, the members of the group assuredly will know and feel like they let themselves down), and back to good the fourth night. It is just the nature of the beast.

As I’ve said before at my blog, there are such things as post-concert highs and post-concert lows. For example, I believe famous singer Chris Cornell may well have been dealing with a post-concert low before he called his wife and sounded so odd just a few hours before he took his own life. Audience members, from what I can recall at the time as he passed a couple of months before Chester did, said that Chris seemed frustrated, maybe a little unhappy, and his performance was not necessarily up to par. Again, some of this is the nature of the beast, and every musician worth his/her/their salt knows it. But it can be hard to remember, in the moment, that as wonderful as music is, and as wonderful as it is that some people get to live their dreams and make a living from music, that being a musical performer is not the sum total of everything we are.

I’ve had both post-concert highs and post-concert lows. They can be disconcerting, but the lows are worse by far than the highs. On those nights, I wonder why I even bothered to take up an instrument. (I don’t sing in public and am glad I don’t.) My hands felt a little off, maybe, or it was very hot outside and playing an outdoor concert was uncomfortable and unpleasant. Either way, it affected my performance for the worse. Because of that, I felt like I’d let down the audience, let down the group I was playing in, let down myself too, and just wished the ground would swallow me up, whole.

At any rate, getting back to Linkin Park and their new singer Emily A. — I think we should give the new-look and new-sound Linkin Park a bit of time to see how things go. I also think that as open-hearted as Chester B. often was, he’d not want to keep his bandmates from making music with someone else (even if it doesn’t feel easy for fans).

Finally, Shinedown’s lead singer Brent Smith posted on social media that he believes Linkin Park is doing what’s right for them. It sounded to me like Smith also believes fans should give the new version of Linkin Park time, and at least be open to listening to Emily A.’s vocals. (He spoke in a quite complimentary manner of Emily A., too.)

I think that’s a good position to take, and it’s one I can live with.

So, while I still wish that Chester was alive, singing his heart out, and playing/singing music to his heart’s content, I’m at least willing to listen to the new version. I make no promises yet as to what I think…but I will at least listen, and hope all goes well for them.

Discussing Daughtry’s SFnal, Dystopian Single, “Artificial”

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The other day, I heard a new song from Daughtry, the band fronted by former American Idol contestant Chris Daughtry. Daughtry is known mostly for their single “It’s Not Over.” That’s a hopeful song, in its way, about the ups and downs of relationships. But the new song, “Artificial,” definitely is not hopeful. In any way.

“Artificial” is about human beings being supplanted by robots, AIs, synthetics…the world has turned poisonous, and the scenery looks like an old Mad Max movie, which sets the scene for the dystopic lyrics. For example, the second verse includes the lyrics, “No sickness, no dying, no disease/no begging for mercy on your knees. No God, no religion, no beliefs.” This may seem somewhat innocuous, especially to secular humanists, but the choruses definitely aren’t. “Welcome to your worst nightmare. Days are getting dark, you should be scared. It doesn’t have a heart. Plug into the new you…the death of who we are is right here.” (I jumped a few lines down, thus the ellipsis.)

Because Daughtry himself is muscular and fit–especially for age 44–he plays himself being uploaded into the “perfect,” human-looking robot. Fortunately, or maybe unfortunately, it doesn’t exactly work out.

Now, why did I say fortunately, or maybe unfortunately? Well, in this dystopic nightmare of a world, that’s apparently the only way you’re going to survive. It’s a travesty; it’s not human, as the lyrics say. The whole bit about “no begging for mercy on your knees” is about compassion, and about how the robots–or whatever they are–don’t have any. They’re just beings, without true emotions; they think, but they don’t sleep. They can’t admit to fear, even if they feel it–then again, they don’t feel much of anything–and it’s obviously not the way a human being wants to live.

There is a second level to “Artificial,” though, that’s more relevant to me as a writer and editor. There’s a real problem right now, that’s grown significantly worse in the past five years, with AI programs grabbing hold of people’s work–whether music, art, writing, you name it–and not paying anything for this. If one, single AI was the creation of some guy in his basement who had no money at all, then maybe this wholesale “borrowing” (read: using without paying) would be understandable even if still wrong. However, the AI programs are being developed by some of the biggest and wealthiest companies in the world.

They don’t have an excuse. They should be paying writers, musicians, artists, etc., for the use of their works if they’re going to be used to try to bring about a better and more comprehensive version of AI (artificial intelligence).

So, the lyric “It doesn’t have a heart” in “Artificial” could, conceivably, be talking about Google. Or Microsoft. Or whomever else that’s trying to develop an AI. If they had hearts, working souls, and even an ounce of compassion, they’d not have taken so many different people’s work without paying for it.

They certainly don’t seem to have ethics, either. Or they’d be paying writers, musicians, etc., for their work. As they should.

So, getting back to “Artificial,” Daughtry seems to be saying that in the not-so-distant future, there will be copies of what he does. Purporting to be what he and his band have actually done. (Maybe he’s referring to deep-fakes, in an elliptical way.) But it’s “ice cold, mechanical. Artificial.”

A real musician, a real band, playing in real time (even if it’s recorded and played back in any medium), has a nuance and resonance that, so far anyway, synthetic programs can’t match. The sound, itself, may seem to be easily replicated, but it’s not.

You might be asking, “Barb, what are you talking about? The YouTube video will always play the same version of the song, with no variations.”

But in live performance, there will be variations. There have to be. Every time a piece of music is played, sung, or performed in any way, it’s going to be a little different in one way or another. That’s because it has life. Purpose. A sort of drive that infuses the music, makes it far more than simply numbers on a page represented as notes (and put to lyrics, in the case of Daughtry’s “Artificial”).

In short, music has soul. The best music, made by thoughtful musicians throughout our recorded history, has touched something in us, something profound. (Even something as silly as “Purple People-Eater,” with the lyrics of “one-eyed, one-horned flying purple people eater,” will make us laugh. Laughter, itself, can be profound in its way. So sayeth I, at any rate.)

Chris Daughtry and the rest of his band, Daughtry, are excellent musicians. They put together songs that tell stories. They have multiple levels in at least some of their songs (as seen with the recent song “Artificial”), which shows a remarkably fluent and in-depth understanding of what they’re trying to do. There’s life to their songs. And just a bit of edginess (which I appreciate), along with outstanding performance values, brings about the best of results.

So, “Artificial” is a departure for Daughtry due to being dystopic. But it’s a welcome one, especially under the circumstances. I hope they write a whole lot more songs about whatever they feel like, as there’s no way an AI could ever reproduce their passion, drive, wit, and ability.

Do not accept substitutes, people. (Further the writer sayeth not.)