Wednesday, March 24, 2010

Guitars – A love story

I received my first guitar for Christmas when I was 14. A low-end acoustic, it still managed to spark my interest. For my birthday 4 months later*, I was given a cheap electric model. That was enough to get me into lessons, and learning songs like The Stones’ “Miss You” and AC/DC’s “Hells Bells.”

I saved my pennies, and on Thanksgiving Monday 1991, my Dad drove me and 4 friends around Lake Ontario. The purpose: to stop at Rochester NY’s famed House Of Guitars, picking up a Fender Telecaster. This sole instrument would propel me in my goal of becoming Keith Richards.


The 1991 Fender Telecaster (with current modifications):


I bought this guitar in 1991 for $300. New models are almost twice the price.
I upgraded the pickups twice. The first was to put Heavy Metal-type pickups in, unfortunately due to my tastes of the time. A couple of years ago I replaced them with a Fender Texas Special in the bridge, and a Fender Gold Dual-Lace Sensor in the neck. I also replaced the bridge ($1 on ebay) and the tuning keys. I actually had to cut the pickguard to fit the new bridge, but didn't have a saw. If you look slightly behind the centre of the guitar, you can see the wobbly edge of the white, that I cut with A DRILL. When you don't have the right tool, use a drill. Really, only the body and neck are original. And there’s a really cool Skull pin glued into the body, which I bought at the X-Pensive Winos’ Massey Hall show in 1992.
This guitar was my primary instrument from 1991 on. I used to to smash a padlock (dent on the upper front of the body). When I played with Lovejoy in 2000, I performed with them 9 days after meeting and hearing them for the first time. I played so much learning the set, that my finger split while onstage, smearing blood all down the neck.
It has 18 years of extensive wear, eroding my favourite places on the neck. Like water running through a stream, the fretboard has slight indents where it’s most used. This subconsciously directs fingers to specific notes and patterns.

When I was 15, at the height of my Rolling Stones/ Keith Richards obsession, I saw a poster of him with a 1972 Fender Telecaster Custom. It was the most beautiful guitar I had ever seen, and I swore then that I would own one. It’s a classic model, and highly prized. Given the value and rarity, I decided that I’d accept either a 1972 model (first year produced), a 1974 model (my birth year), or a 1973 (because it’s in-between). A 1975 would be worthless to me.

In late 2008, I suddenly came into an unexpected few thousand dollars. After 19 years, I still hadn’t been able to afford my Holy Grail of Guitars. So I quickly went on Ebay and found a model better than I’d ever expected:

The 1974 Fender Telecaster Custom, with a factory-installed Bigsby tremolo system:


The Bigsby isn’t rare in and of itself. But they were usually added after the purchase. Mine has the Fender ‘F’ logo instead of the Bigsby script. Rarer. And the body wasn’t drilled through for strings, like the after-market installs were. The only part of this guitar not original is the bridge pickup, which someone replaced with a Seymour Duncan model. I plan on buying a Fender ’74 pickup, to put it back to 100%.


This guitar has been played by other people for 35 years. It is road-worn. It has a soul, a presence. The fretboard has been eroded by others’ personal tastes, routing my fingers to new and unexpected phrases. These notes and positions are NOT usually my favourites. This actually caused conflict when I first played the guitar, it felt decidedly uncomfortable. I resolved it by locking my ’91 in the closet for 6 months playing nothing but the ’74. It worked, and the 1974 Telecaster Custom is my (musical) dream-come-true.


I do love the history of my guitar – it suits me perfectly. The Ebay seller gave me the name of it’s previous owner, and I google-searched him. Here’s a pic of my instrument with it’s other lover. This pic is wonderful, and I hope to be able to live up to it’s Dead-Elvis past.



This 1974 Tele Custom had a huge impact on the production of Overture. It’s the only electric guitar on the entire album. I wanted to make the songs sound the way the guitar looks, if that makes sense to anyone else.

Hope you enjoyed this history/guitar-geek ramble.


* do the math, it’s coming up soon!

Tuesday, March 9, 2010

If You Love Music...

If you love music, PLEASE READ THIS LINKED ARTICLE.

One thing you might notice about my recordings: they are noticeably quieter than most 'store-bought' discs. That's on purpose. I put a lot of time into writing and recording these songs. I put a lot of effort, practice, education, and frustration into mixing and mastering these songs. I don't want to waste it by squashing my product to death.

There's an industry-wide process that squashes the life out of music, for the sake of making it louder. If you make the loud bits quieter, and the quieter bits louder (also known as compression), this lessens the dynamic range of the track. With less dynamic range, you can then boost the volume so that the quiet parts are loud, and the loud parts are LOUD! The louder the song is, the more noticeable it will be, the more likely it will be to make money.

This has been going on for over a decade, progressing more and more until reaching a point last year where (rumour says) Metallica's mastering engineer requested to be omitted from the credits. He was so ashamed of what he had been forced to do by the labels. The album was all over the news as fans returned discs either thinking they were defective, or out of disappointment from the quality of the product.

Unfortunately this overcompressing, "Brick Wall" mastering ruins the sound. What it doesn't tell you (and even this article doesn't address this) is that it also causes ear fatigue, increased migraines and headaches, and eventually hearing-loss.

Enjoy whatever you want to listen to, but please - protect your ears and give the musicians some respect. It's probably too late to get back to where the quality was in the Nineties, but hopefully it won't get much worse...

For more information, google "Loudness War" and see what comes up.

Tuesday, February 23, 2010

Wow - Writing Jag

Sorry I've been negligent with this blog. After a few weeks focussing on other aspects of my life, my muse has returned. I've been writing like a fiend!

In the last couple of weeks, the next album has been born. Along with 'What To Say' and 'Love Isn't Enough', I can now add 'Home', 'The Dream', and 'Wow' to the set list!


Wow

What do you think, to bring up words like that?
So poetic, not for me.
Whenever I try I always fall down
I can only say ‘Wow’

How did you learn to present like that
So emotic, just for me
You hold the charisma, you turn me around
I can only say ‘Wow’

How do you live with yourself like that
Open-shuttered, not like me
I couldn’t decide, I don’t know how
I can only say ‘Wow’

How do you excise your demons like that
Show no fear, breaking free
I’d love to follow, but I can just bow
I can only say ‘Wow’

(c) Matt Swift 2010


Written to force the end of writer's block, I was listening to the latest James album, Hey Ma. I've been a fan for years, but it finally struck me how great a lyricist Tim Booth is.

Tuesday, February 9, 2010

Disenfranchised

Warning: High-and-mighty Soapbox-style preaching on it’s way…..
There – you’ve been warned. If you’re still reading, I’m assuming you have given permission for me to speak my mind.

A couple of years ago, I read a fantastic article about the devaluation of music as an art form. It discussed how a piece of music had been devalued from AN EXPERIENCE, to AN ALBUM, A SONG, eventually ending up being worth $0.99 on iTunes, or free from online file-sharing. Thus, music is now considered worthless by most of the western world.
Blame it on lossless, virtually free, distribution. Blame it on the general quality of the product (commercial music as a whole). Blame it on kids that weren’t raised properly, and the parents that (mis-) taught them. Who knows, who cares?

I seem to be alone with this pet peeve, but I really hate seeing two people sitting next to each other, sharing headphones. Someone wrote and arranged that music, recorded it, mixed it, produced it, and stamped their name on it. And the listeners have chosen to ignore 50% of that. Not to mention that a stereo recording is never meant to lose one side. It throws off the other side, along with omitting (in some cases) entire melodies or themes.
Comparing art forms, you’d never go to an art gallery to see a specific piece and see a curtain draped over the left side of the painting. If you did, you’d see a furiously screaming artist demanding respect for the work he’d poured himself into. And chances are you’d understand his point. Music? Get’s none of that respect.

I complained about this to a friend, Celeste, who pointed out that as a consumer the listeners had every right to use the product as they saw fit. That I, as the creator, had sold my rights for the $0.99 paid. And she’s not entirely wrong.

So, I’ve removed the BUY option from my Soundclick page. Now it’s only available for streaming. Now it’s my GIFT, and it comes with a condition: Treat it with the respect it deserves, or ignore it altogether and move on.
I didn’t write or record this music for profit. I did receive some, and I’m thankful to those that bought. I earned enough to pay for my divorce in fact, but it’s not worth selling the respect I have for the art.


I’m dropping out of the industry side. For the love of the art, it’s pure again. Love it or leave it.

Tuesday, January 19, 2010

Naked For Jesus

… I THOUGHT that title might get your attention.

I moved to Toronto in early 1996, from a little (a$$)hole-in-the-wall town in Southern Ontario.
Walking down Bloor St one day, I ran into an acquaintance from high-school. He told me that he was looking for musicians to start a band. Together we put it together:
We ended up as a 4-piece: two acoustic guitars playing punk rock guitar, a bassist, a Sarah McLaughlin-esque soft singer, and a dancy-techno drum machine. We called ourselves ‘Naked For Jesus’ and played exactly ½ of a show (a complete set, but only one guitarist and the singer were there).

We recorded a 4-song demo that I wish I still had.

Naked For Jesus could have been great. But I ended up "dating" the singer.
After a month or two, I found her laying on a friend’s kitchen floor making out with a homeless guy. AT MY BIRTHDAY PARTY. A homeless guy who had been stealing from my vodka bottle all night…. I stepped over the couple, took my bottle, expressed my anger at his swiping my liquor, and went home.

Ever the professional, I had no intention of leaving the band. It was too awesome. Neither did she, and agreed to be friendly. When it was time to choose cover song ideas, I suggested ‘Loose’ by Iggy Pop. Honestly, I thought it would sound fantastic, with raw acoustic guitars, a dance-y beat, and a soft vocal.
Unfortunately the singer didn’t believe me. Something about the chorus (I stick it deep inside, I stick it deep inside, ‘Cause I’m Loose) didn’t feel right to her…
She got offended and quit, breaking up the group before we ever really got our start.

I never saw the bassist again. I heard that the singer dropped out of school around the time her homeless boyfriend got beat up for being a Nazi. The other guitarist and I remained friends for a few years, until alcohol and a hectic city pace drew him back to small-town Ontario. We never played together again.


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Also when I moved here, I was listening obsessively to The Velvet Underground. They appeared on my MP3 player this morning and I thougth about NFJ for the first time in over a decade.

Wednesday, December 30, 2009

Neglect

Happy Holidays Everyone!

I've been busy this month doing non-musical things. Work, Christmas parties, family visits, etc etc etc...

I've been making eyes at my Telecasters, and I think they've been winking back at me. I'll let this flirtation run for the next couple of weeks, but I'm sure we'll be hooking up soon.


C'mon baby, we could make beautiful music together. Or at least rush through a few bars...

Thursday, December 3, 2009

Naive

The first week of January 2005 I got dumped. It was actually the only time in 35 years that it's happened to me, and it was crushing.
That first Saturday night, I hid at home alone and got really drunk. I remember waking up Sunday, and opening another bottle of gin.

Wallowing in self-pitty, I sat at my keyboard and started hammering out the notes that made sense at the time. Stopping only to scribble my thoughts, everything melded to be 'Naive'. I think it took about an hour to write.

So drunk that I could barely stand up, I programmed a strange 9-bar drum pattern that would repeat throughout the verses, only omitting the 9th for choruses. I think it accurately portrayed the anger and frustration I felt at the time, while the piano expressed my sorrow and hurt.
The off-kilter guitar line at the end spoke of my disorientation (and tipsiness).

Within about 3 hours, Naive went from being a twinkle in the Bombay Sapphire to a written, arranged, recorded, and produced track already been posted online.
I tried to encompass the only relationship (at that point) that I had believed to potentially last a lifetime. That was the girl that made me realize that I could spend my life with one person. The abrupt end was an experience that I (thankfully) have never had to go through again.

Recreating the song for 'Overture', I felt guilty over-writing the original performances. Unfortunately in my drunken stupor I had deleted the files as soon as i posted, intent on keeping it pure.
So I redid the track, keeping only the original guitar performance that I found somewhere random on my PC. I wasn't able to sign with the same swagger or hurt inflecting, but maybe that's just a sign that I'm much better now. I can't completely reconnect with the Matt that wrote that in a near-suicidal plea to my self-conscious.

Naive
Thought I'd want to spend my life with you
Told me that you felt the same
I let you in, I dropped my guard, tore down my wall
It left me so Naive

Blaming no-one but myself for this
Malice never was your style
Here alone, I'll think about what I gave in
To make me so Naive

Never want to love again
You hurt too much to be my friend
Don't understand, I can't believe
You got this far, I'm so Naive

Faith in no-one but myself from now
Tarnished soul that I'll conceal
Humanity I'll never feel a kinship with
It left me so Naive

Never want to feel this way again
Dead and breathing, just the same
An open sore for all to see, I'll wear with pride
I'll never be Naive

Never want to love again
You hurt too much to be my friend
Don't understand, I can't believe
You got this far, I'm so Naive