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December 20, 2003

respect my authority

One can get overly theoretical about what makes rock music so great, but the music has its own persuasive force. A good guitar performance or a well-crafted mix preaches its own message loud and clear. It feels like we've had to speak in theory alot over the last several years while working on an album that we hoped would someday speak for itself. At the end of these last few weeks, we have made lots of progress and are just starting to feel like the music is speaking with its own authority.


The newest (and one of the most persuasive) songs on our website, "scream and shout", is one of the best examples of the way hip hop and rock'n'roll are coming together in our music, and the other songs are updated and sound a little better than the older mixes. You can check them out at www.overhangonline.com.


We don't know how much longer we're going to continue to talk about our process like this. It was fine for the last few months, but at a certain point, and that time is coming soon, it'll be important that our work speaks for itself. The backstage items that make the show run will have to be covered over with a backdrop and the strings will have to be hidden so that the real message of the music and all that goes along with the Overhang experience can be clearly communicated in and of itself. If you really want to know, there will be album photos and design elements to implement, promotional materials to go out, ambiguous statements to conjure up, spontaneous moments to plan for. But you don't need to know all that stuff. All people need to know about Overhang is the feeling in the music. And we like giving people only what they need to know.

"We want the heats of the orgy and not its murder"


--Norman Mailer


When you're into making rock music and you're a Christian, you have to ask yourself the big "why" question (because your Grandma is going to ask anyway, or at least wonder silently why you don't want to get a real job). In certain circles, it's tempting to begin answering the "Why rock'n'roll?" question with the typical youth-director response, "Well, it's what kids are listening to these days. Popular music is very influential on young people and Christians need to be relevant to today's culture...", but that's a weak weak response.


Before being able to answer this question as a Christian rock'n'roll band, it is important--no, not just "important", a matter of life and death!--to deal with the problem of rock'n'roll being the devil's music. Rock'n'roll promotes savage, carnal, "uncivilized", behavior. The very name "rock'n'roll" refers to the sexual movement of the music, the "devil's beat". Sure, now it has become safer, more civilized-- trained security teams, inflated ticket prices, strict limits on alcohol, bans on moshing, etc.--but one of the chief values of rock'n'roll has always been to shake things up. It's not helpful for Christians wanting to do rock music to ignore the roots of rock or pretend that what it once was doesn't apply anymore. Instead, we have to be very clear about what was and still is so great, amazing, world-shaking about this particular music.


Many of the restrictions that have been put into place to control the seemingly uncontrollable masses who had become a problem at Woodstock, Altamont, and Woodstock '98 make rock'n'roll seem different than it once was. It no longer seems as dangerous. When Eminem shoots off a rhyme about wishing the president were dead, people aren't really that surprised or shocked. They smile and say that such a provocative statement makes for good marketing. And the law-loving Pharisees of our day and age are oblivious to the rule-breaking power of rock music. Music industry analysts use dry bones statistical practices to categorize and track music's effect on people from a marketing, rather than a spiritual, standpoint. That way, they can be sure to reduce the risk on their investment. All of this threatens to make rock'n'roll less dangerous and more boring.


If anything is un-rock'n'roll, it's reducing risks. And that's why we love it and are scared by it at the same time. How do you know if what you're doing is going to work? How do you know that this thing you've been working on for three years is ever going to sound like you think it should? And then, if by some slim chance, your pipe dream becomes a reality, what makes you think anyone will like it? These are all the questions of dull reality, of the world that must continually be disrupted by the bold, risk-taking spirit of rock'n'roll. The Devil can go to Hell. Satan is not the lord of rock'n'roll. The liberating power and joy of rock music cannot be reduced to the sexual revolution or all the stuff surrounding the late sixties' rock story. Now, as the spirit continues, long after the first death of rock'n'roll, we should acknowledge that the joy and freedom of rock'n'roll has gospel origins. It's our music. The joy, the freedom, the vitality, the hand-clapping, ass-waving, foot-stomping, trumpet-blaring, orgasmic shouts of praise--all that came from the churches of the South and penetrated deep into the music of the blues. The joy of our salvation, an escape from the dull and painful reality of life in a sinful world, the feeling that suffering is not the way things ought to be was carried along in the blues and those same feelings excited the white kids of repressed British society and is still beating at the very center of rock'n'roll.

December 10, 2003

history of rock 'n' roll

Listening to Beck's "One Foot in the Grave". Hearing the painful loneliness of the young artist doing blues therapy. Feeling what he's feeling: four bare white walls, music gear in one corner, a corner in the other corner. Outside: the insane birds, police sirens singing like a tiger without skin in a neighborhood full of abandoned buildings. In such a setting, it's no wonder Beck sees no bridge to get from here to there. From his perspective, at the cusp of the early nineties music explosion, there was no change in the atmosphere and you couldn't tell anyone anything new, you couldn't sell anyone anything new either. So maybe it's better to play the blues, the older than old blues. The pre-historic blues.


Reading all these rock biographies, pouring over Rolling Stone Magazine's "Greatest Albums", it's easy to get that kind of blue blues. When all the "greatest of all time", "transcendent", "seminal" records are lifted up and praised as moments of sheer genius, untouchable, unreachable, it seems like there is no bridge to get from here to there. Maybe that was Beck's world in the pre-early nineties, when Classic Rock stations had the most popular format and the music industry was making its money on repackaged cd's of old Beatles and Rolling Stones Records. Maybe Beck was bogged down by the monstrous history of rock'n'roll hanging over his head in that little room as he was strumming his own little tunes. In the face of that monster, it's good to remember the little studio in Memphis where rock'n'roll was born, just as it's helpful for us to remember the little clubs where Nirvana and alternative music went from the Pacific Northwest to the world.


Now, after Nirvana and the nineties, new is old again. Clear Channel's formula for making money revolves around what will predictabily be a hit with the youngsters, which happens also to be a formula for boring, dull music. How do they know what will be a hit with the youngsters? The answer, my friend, is statistics: the science of recognizing what kind of music has been a hit with the youngsters in the past. Today, if you don't have the statistically blessed hit single, there may not be a bridge from here to there. But there's still insane faith. And it has its own proven track record.


Listening to Beck's "One Foot in the Grave", it is supremely amazing that this record has sold more than ten copies, that this record is part of the story of the Beck we know today, after the "Loser" single. As old as Beck's old album is, the blues of it, the blues in it, still sounds new every morning, new in every time and place. Along with Beck, we'll take the blues over history any day of the year.

December 3, 2003

night and day

"Sunshine bores the daylights out of me."


--Mick Jagger


"Sunshine and shame. The night took everything away, but I still wait for the thief."


--Overhang


What is the obsession with these new Rock'n'roll bands? The reincarnated punks. The sex, drugs and rock'n'roll reincarnates. The next Rolling Stones! Are these musical children in keeping with the spirit of rock'n'roll if they're only repeating our favorite old myths and superstitions? All the idols are smashed to pieces, but we're still running around picking up any pieces we can find, pebbles for our pockets to pick our dull teeth with. Rock'n'roll is almost all gnosticism now--no flesh, just spirit. A thick cloud hovering over the ashes.