I don’t often rave about a band that I’ve seen perform, primarily since I see so many unremarkable bands these days. Let’s face it, we’re in a “good music” slump. Working in the music business, I am exposed to all types; good, bad, original, cliche. Most times when I go to a concert, I wish I’d stayed home. Honestly, I hate the state of current music. Not a good thing to have happen when you make your living within the confines of song. Sometimes it makes me feel dead inside knowing there is a bunch of pablum and redundant power chords hiding what decent music may be out there. And there IS good music out there, but MySpace and social networking has killed your chance of ever finding it through the muck of suck. The other day something magical happened to me that turned this all around.
Think what would happen if little clay voodoo dolls of Queen, James Brown, the Blood Brothers, Iggy Pop, The Temptations, The Sex Pistols, Jim Morrisson, Mick Jagger, Michael Jackson, and Elvis Presley were all melded into one. Pretty impossible to fathom such a thing existing in this age of pre-packaged pop crap and JoBros, but I gotta tell you that rock and roll is still alive. I have seen the glory.
Enter Cincinnati-based rock sextet and musical pioneers Foxy Shazam. We had these guys in for a private taping at JBTV and, although I had been a fan of theirs since stumbling upon them randomly in 2005 or 2006 at Beat Kitchen in Chicago (and seeing them a half dozen other times since), I was reminded how amazingly beautiful this band was all over again. Foxy Shazam have the swagger of Freddie Mercury, the madness of the Blood Brothers and Iggy, the defiance of Johnny and Sid, the Motown cool, the Jagger strut, and the regalness and the swing of our three Kings – Michael, Morrison, and Elvis.
Singer Eric Nally said it best when we sat and talked briefly about rock stars – he said they are a “dying breed.” There are few rock stars left. Most artists these days are afraid to take chances, to step out of the box, for fear of not belonging to the current clique of rising “stars.” What Nally may have failed to realize is that he IS a rock star. Maybe he knows it. maybe he’s even born for it. Most true rock stars are. But either way, he’s gambled and, in my opinion, won. Foxy Shazam have created nothing that has ever been seen on a rock stage – a spectacle of unrivaled performance art, musical talent, unbridled energy, and rock hooks like Stallone had in Cliffhanger.
I didn’t start out trying to write a review of the band, although this may seem like just that. And I didn’t even really want to write anything. But I’m just floored by something that I think is outstanding and I just wanted to share my find with the world. I guess I’m just trying to say that for a week now I have not been able to get their performance or their music out of my head. I liked them before I saw them perform again last week, but they have managed to somehow change my life. Good music and exciting performers do exist. And rock stars may be a dying breed, but Foxy Shazam are not letting the dream die with their rock star predecessors. Yo, Foxy, you made me love music all over again. If I could buy stock in a band, I would buy all I could afford in Foxy Shazam.
They are the best band in the word. See for yourself.
And P.S., their new addition in Alex on trumpets and backing vocals was the missing piece of the puzzle for me. Great job, fellas. Keep up the good work.
A happy, hearty “piss off and a Merry Christmas” to all you neon-colored, flippy-haired, sandal wearing, auto-tuned, AWFUL bands out there. No more hiding behind unnecessarily stupid band names or foil-stamped American Apparel hoodies. It is because of you that music scenes in almost every city are deteriorating into mass decay, due solely to your unbearably bad music. It’s also your fault that the economy sucks and that Osama Bin Laden is still alive. No more lies!
It has been a very busy few months around the Goldmill Group camp. Any time a band plans to put out new music, many things must happen during the process. Songs must be written and rewritten…and rewritten again, studios and producers must be chosen, marketing plans developed, and release partners sought. While the music business sounds like a glamorous and glitzy business most of the time, the truth is that in reality it is sometimes a very administrative endeavor on many fronts. Nevertheless, the reward and satisfaction inherent in helping artists create their craft and unleash it on the world is incomparable.
The last few weeks have been a whirlwind of unexpected happenings and, overall, pretty overwhelming for me. I finished my book, self-published a test run of said book, got some amazing feedback, scored a pretty rockin’ literary agent/manager who really believes in my writing, am in the process of finalizing several record, booking and publishing deals for a few of my bands, have bands finishing up tracks in the studio that will be shopped to other labels, and am wrapping up some initial tour plans for the year. I’m fully ready for the challenge. It’s time.