{"id":364,"date":"2006-05-25T21:29:53","date_gmt":"2006-05-26T05:29:53","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/tgdarkly.com\/blog\/?p=348"},"modified":"2006-05-25T21:29:53","modified_gmt":"2006-05-26T05:29:53","slug":"battle-of-the-bands","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/davidopderbeck.com\/tgdarkly\/2006\/05\/25\/battle-of-the-bands\/","title":{"rendered":"Battle of the Bands!"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Last night I achieved a life-long dream:  I played a screaming Eddie Van Halen-like guitar solo in front of a cheering crowd at a battle of the bands.  My brother is a high school teacher, and I sat in with the &#8220;teacher band&#8221; at his school&#8217;s annual &#8220;Battle of the Bands.&#8221;  We had a blast playing classics by the Eagles, Van Morrison, Neil Young and U2.  I never got to do this back in high school, both because I wasn&#8217;t as good then as I am now, and because I wouldn&#8217;t have been allowed to get involved in such a &#8220;worldly&#8221; thing.  \ud83d\ude42<\/p>\n<p>The most amazing thing about this Battle, though, was the &#8220;Emo&#8221; group.  &#8220;Emo&#8221; is characterized by machine-gun riffs using drop-D tuning and &#8220;singing&#8221; that is best characterized as &#8220;Cookie Monster growling into a loud PA system.&#8221;  Fans of Emo &#8220;get low,&#8221; meaning they dance wildly in front of the band, spinning their arms like dervishes and often bashing into each other (kind of like &#8220;moshing,&#8221; but that&#8217;s <em>so<\/em> &#8217;90&#8217;s.).  Emo kids tend to dye their hair jet black and dress androgenously, with the boys wearing girls jeans and black leather boots.  There was a vigorous group of Emo kids, some from another school district, at this concert.  The school Principal looked horror-stricken as the kids began to &#8220;get low&#8221; and the decibels rose.<\/p>\n<p>I have to say that the main Emo band that played was remarkably good for a group of high school kids.  The guitarist had great tone and timing, the bassist and drummer were tight as, well, a drum, and the singer&#8217;s growl was remarkably consistent with the Emo style.  Emo isn&#8217;t really my thing, but as a musician, I appreciate all kinds of musicianship, and I don&#8217;t want to sound like my mom (bless her heart) when I was 13:  &#8220;THAT&#8217;S NOT MUSIC, IT&#8217;S NOISE!!!&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>But&#8230;. my goodness, it&#8217;s hard for me to relate to the Emo crowd.  The growl-singing just sounds EVIL, and I shudder to think what the lyrics are all about (it&#8217;s impossible to make out what the singer is actually growling when the band is playing).  And these kids just seemed so lost.  I suppose their parents think the kids need their space and freedom to experiment, and maybe there&#8217;s something to that, but it seemed so clear to me, taking in the whole scene, that these kids are trapped, not free.  They think they&#8217;re embracing an honest nihlism that views explosive, angry self-expression as the greatest good and irony as authenticity.  The real irony is that, for most of them, it doesn&#8217;t seem authentic at all.  I wish there was a way, in my music or teaching or writing, that I could introduce them to Jesus, help them feel Aslan&#8217;s breath on their faces, see them smile without shame.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Last night I achieved a life-long dream: I played a screaming Eddie Van Halen-like guitar solo in front of a cheering crowd at a battle of the bands. 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