Welcome all to ๐๐ผ๐ป๐ป๐ผ๐น๐น๐โ๐ ๐๐ผ๐ฟ๐ป๐ฒ๐ฟ, a series of weekly reviews by Charles Connollyย - an artist in his own right. Here, Charles delves into the greatest brand new singles brought to you by the best unsigned artists on our electrifying and eclectic set of ๐๐๐ฌ ๐ผ๐ง๐ฉ๐๐จ๐ฉ ๐๐ฅ๐ค๐ฉ๐ก๐๐๐๐ฉ playlists.
๐๐๐จ๐ฉ๐๐ ๐๐๐ข๐ - ๐๐๐ง๐๐ช๐ง๐ฎ ๐๐๐๐ง๐๐ง๐ค๐ฅ, ๐ .๐.๐
Charles considers the formative yearsโฆ
When did time begin? Okay, letโs narrow that down a bit. When did YOUR time begin? More to the point, when did it start to matter? I was born in the 80s. As a young Calvin Harris once said, "It was acceptable in the 80s". So I will assume I was generally accepted and I wasnโt a wretched outcast from day one. That came later (a-ho-ho). Cool! So there I was, all blob and no backbone in Orwellโs infamous favourite year. Prod my right shoulder and I fall to my left with a giggle. Prod my left shoulder and I fall to my right with a giggle. You get the picture. This could and almost certainly did go on for hours (minutes, in adult time). I was probably thinking about very little at the time, letโs face it. Weโre all useless at that age. My first computer was a bloody expensive thing that did almost nothing. But thank you Daddy, for buying it for me. EYE was a bloody expensive thing that did almost nothing. And Iโm sure I rarely showed any signs of yield. I had no purpose at all! Meaning of life? Hah! To eat and poo and giggle and dribble and injure myself. But I was far from being alone. I was cared for deeply by two gullible adults who seemed to think it would be worth it. This conception (as it were) is not uncommon. In fact, it is โthe normโ. We were pretty much ALL in this situation at one time. And it comes back near the end when weโre senile and useless, with life becoming once again an amalgam of eating, pooing, giggling, dribbling and injuring oneself, being looked after, fed and wiped by the very people who followed in the natural chain of events. Swings and roundabouts, my dear! Depressing swings, and crippling roundabouts. But letโs not even think about the end, for there lies bad juju. Let us instead ponder on that beginningโฆ
All those years we spent before becoming a fully fledged person. Surely this is all a waste of timeโฆ It must be. Surely we should just start instantly from day one. I mean, why go through all that wasted time year after year, when you could just start straight away?? The answer is: you couldnโt. We need time to work it all out. Only THEN can we spread our wings and fl- fall over. I count this vital change from blob to person as being when one gains knowledge or taste of oneโs own, that doesnโt belong to oneโs own parents. When I became a proper person, it was probably some point in the early 90s. It was music. Blurโs first few singles. The Laโs. Then came the likes of The Charlatans, Cast, Suede, The Verve, The Bluetones, Oasis and many more. But the thing is, I was feeling myself. Not FEELing myself. Lord. I mean, I, myself was feeling like mySELF. A person. Phew. I knew and loved things that my parents didnโt know or love. I was discovering. And I wouldnโt have been able to discover if my formative years hadnโt taught me HOW to discover. So these early years were far from wasted time.
But what of my late teens and early 20s when I was writing and recording song after song after song, only to do absolutely nothing with them, other than play them to a handful of friendsโฆ Surely THAT was wasted time. Surely I should have been bashing down the doors of those top record executives and demanding that they sign me, because Iโm brilliant!!! But surely notโฆ Because I WASNโT brilliant. So it WAS wasted time then, no? No. It was NOT wasted time. Because I was honing my craft. Although I wasnโt bad, I was by no means of a TOP standard. I wouldnโt be making the songs I make these days had I not been through the songs I made those days. We live, we learn. Okay then, how about all those years you spent in pubs and going to parties then, eh? Surely THAT was wasted time!!!! Well rather strangely, I donโt see that as wasted time either, because I had a great deal of fun. I look back on those days with great fondness and warmth. How could I possibly wish those days and nights to have never happened?? Sure, I wish I were a decade younger, but I have to realise something. Good things take time. I would far rather be me now, than me a decade ago. To quote Kingsley Amis, โYou Canโt Do Bothโ. Or HAVE both. Well, some can; the lucky ones (or the brilliant ones). But I didnโt. Iโd rather be older and better than younger and โmehโ. Wasted time: zero. Okay, we both know thatโs not true. I have wasted TONNES of time. But itโs not nearly as bad as it could have been, and I believe I have made up for it since (he says, struggling to fit this review in between a mix and a production - not to mention the rest). It seems therefore that the one good thing about time passing, is that the older you get, the more you are aware of its gallop, and so you become a little bit more serious. You start to do more, and wasting time becomes a thing of the past.
On that note, what waste of time drivel song have I got for you todayโฆ? Iโm joking, of course. I only bring you the best independent music in the world of the New Artist Spotlight! This time, itโs not some poor unknown urchin begging for a stream. These two are known to all of you. And if not, get outta town - you donโt deserve what the NAS brings you. Unless youโre brand new to the community, in which case I take it all back. Please welcome two Canucks! Canadiaโs finest: Mercury Teardrop and J.H.M!!! These fine young gentlemen have a lot in common, aside from being from the land of Mounties, maple syrup, Niagara Falls and Justin Bieber (canโt win โem all). Brad (MercTea) and Jeff (Jay to the Aitch to the Emm) are proper musicians and even properer artists. While Brad is admired for his frankly flawless and truly exciting guitar skills and Jeff is adored for his effortless ghost-like (more about that in a bit) vocals, it is something else that really sets them aside from the rest. Something that is dear to me. Something that means more to me than any level of skill on any instrument (or voice) . Something that far surpasses mixing, no matter how faultless the sound. It is the songs. Brad and Jeff are masters of their art in songwriting. Notice, I said art, not craft. I think of playing and singing as being craft. I think of mixing as being craft. I think of production as being art and craft, and I think of songwriting as being art. Many will argue about all of these, and there is no right or wrong answer. This is simply how EYE see it; how I like to think of it. And since I am more towards art than science, it seems only natural that I should generally go for โsongโ over the rest. Is it any wonder that Brad and Jeff are so frequently in the NAS Top 20 charts? I mean, Jeff rarely misses a week!! Is he therefore constantly releasing new songs to keep up this amazing record? Well, although he does release quite frequently, he doesnโt have to. People just donโt get bored of his songs. Because he writes classics. One after the next. As for Brad, well he tends to lean towards the more psychedelic side of rock music. Rochedelia! Sorry, that was awful. My point is, within his swirling amazingness (technical term) lies a song. And it is the song that so often (however subconsciously) gets voted in our weekly chart. It is not coincidence. They are both brilliant at what they do, but in different ways. What better reason therefore than to club together - amazingly for the first time ever - and make a song as a duo!! And so, Wasted Time is born.
Ach, no. I have just realised what the comments are going to be like. I am going to cringe with every single comment that reads something like, โMaking this song was definitely not Wasted Timeโ or, โDonโt waste your time with the rest, go check out Wasted Timeโโฆ Ugh. Still, itโs better than the usual: โAnother awesome review ๐โ - getting truly sick of this. Thereโs a โlikeโ button, ya know. Just press THAT, and donโt say a word. Really though, when it comes to commenting this โutterly hilariousโ groan-inducing pun on the trackโs title, just assume that you are not the first, and you are not brilliant for writing it. But good LORD, I welcome puns!! Just good ones from the left field. Anyway. Sorry. It is not up to me what you write. That is your affair. Please, write what you wish. Who knows, you might well be the first, and it might pick up uproarious applause. It might even go viral! I think I have digressed quite enough for one review. Now THAT is wasted time.
The song. The music and words are written by Brad, this time around. But I mean just that: music and words. Not melody. So Brad gave Jeff the music and the words, and said something along the lines of โJeff, youโre good with melodies. See what you can do with thisโ. And so Jeff did what he was told. No! Jeff was delighted to be asked to sing and write the melody (kind of the everything we remember in most songs), and he got busy. This is pretty rare in song sharing. I have heard of someone else writing words. I have heard of someone else writing words and melody. And of course, I have heard of someone else writing the music to go around the words. But I have never heard of someone writing all of the music, and the words, but not the melody. This posed a unique challenge for Jeff. In order for this to feel most natural, Jeff went backwards and transcribed the music to piano, so he could play and sing in his own time and his own way. Much better than writing to a โbacking trackโ, and having to constantly stop and start the thing. Once they were both happy with the melody, it was time to press record. I donโt know what magic is released when Jeff hits that red button, but you remember I called his voice โghost-likeโ? Well, itโs quite incredible. He floats. He actually levitates! Well, not actually; not in reality. Well, I donโt KNOW that, but I ASSUME he doesnโt actually levitate, because that would be, er, well, unusual. But he has this THING. Take the chorus, for example. The thick layers of Bradโs eternally stupendous guitar expertise sit just underneath a floating Jeff, despite the heavy crashing drums all around. And all this - to me - gives it a classic forever-feeling. Itโs not just a man singing to music. In the words of Bruce Forsyth, โDidnโt he do well!โ - a joke for the Britonians only, I would assume. Together, they have made something that sounds like the best of both of them.
I mentioned my earlier (but not earliest) years, with all that lovely music taking over my world and making me come alive. Well these very bands of that era are so prevalent in Wasted Time. It really does conjure the feel of the time. Cast and Suede particularly, but also The Laโs. Interestingly this is where connections start forming. We have the song Wasted Time, that reminds me of Cast. The lead singer of Cast is John Power - coolest name ever - a Liverpudlian from Liverpuddle. John Power was the bassist in The Laโs. The Laโs famously went for a jangly 60s sound reminiscent of The Byrds. Both The Laโs and The Byrds achieved said jangle by plugging a 12-string Rickenbacker into a Vox amp - as did The Beatles (also from Liverpuddle). And what was Brad using when he recorded Wasted Time? A Rickenbacker, plugged into a Vox amp!! You see? Swings and roundabouts donโt always have to be depressing or crippling. Sometimes theyโre delightfully satisfying! And did John Power waste his time in The Laโs before forming Cast? Not at all! The only song that anyone has heard by The Laโs is far more known than any song by Cast. But also, Power would probably not have had the clout to get noticed by Polydor had he not been in The Laโs. Despite his powerful name. Now, of course if his name had been John Clout, then MAYbe. But why did Paul McCartney waste his time with The Beatles when he could have formed Wings so much earlier?? Foolish man. To quote Alan Partridge: โWings: the band The Beatles could have beenโ.
Look. I feel I have wasted enough of your time, and these two Canucks donโt need too much attention in order to thrive magnificently. Think of them as cactus flowers. Beautiful but sharp-witted.
Many things are considered to be wasted time, but if you think about it, itโs really a- Oh bloody hell. I have dribbled everywhere, and am in need of wiping. Oh, the joys to come!
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Very nice article. Great collaboration by Mercury Teardrop and J.H.M.
Not just a great choice of person & music but also great words!
Wicked
Great pick ๐๐ฝ
Thought-provoking review of what time means to artists trying to work out what got them to where they are, and would things have moved along a bit more quickly, had different choices been made. Great track from 2 of the most inspiring members of NAS, I mean, Epoch 2140 and A Perfect Boy, was always going to be killer.