Not all music is honest.
I’m not talking about emotions or writing — there’s a lot of really powerful, really candid songs out there — I’m talking about the raw connection between man and instrument and man and sound. It’s one of the reasons why I’m such a sucker for live music (especially acoustic). It’s honest. In this world where a talented sound engineer can create an entire Rachmaninoff piano concerto from a simple library of individual key sounds, musical honesty has become very rare. How often have you heard a song on the radio or bought a new album by an artist you love… only to find out they consistently sound like crap in concert? And we ALL know that these days, musical acts are more often chosen for their crowd appeal and dancing routines than their musicianship.
Live music is the one arena where what you see is pretty much what you get. While it’s not impossible to “fake it” on the live stage, it’s harder to be what you’re not. Physical instruments, while forgiving, insist you play. And when you do play, the physics don’t lie. 🙂
Yeah, it’s probably not as polished as that favorite studio track of yours, and it may be a little rough around the edges, but acoustic music has a lot of charm. It’s the next-door neighbor who brings you home made cookies for Christmas, and invites you to spend Easter over for dinner if you’ve got no family nearby.
But the thing I like most about honest, live music? You can find it anywhere.