Why Daily Dischord Must Change

Is there a difference between people who write blogs about music and actual music journalism? What even is music journalism these days anyway? As of today, Daily Dischord is going to change. To explain how and why it’s going to change is going to take a little while and to get there we have to go back. Way back.

When I was 12 years old I bought my first ever album: Americana by The Offspring. I think I listened to that thing nonstop for about two years, so much in fact that I warped the disc. For a long time, those guys were my entire music world. (As an aside, I only figured out about eight years later that the image on the CD itself is the picture of a pie with a slice cut out of it and a cigarette stubbed out in the empty space, weird eh?) When I was fourteen a high school friend of mine gave me a tape (an actual VHS cassette) which basically had something like three hours of MTV recorded on it. He gave me it because there was this cool interview with The Offspring on it however when I finally got home and watched it, it blew my mind. Suddenly I was exposed to a new world of music, subsequently becoming a fan of Marilyn Manson, Limp Bizkit and the Beastie Boys.

In school I started hanging out with people who liked similar music who introduced me to Korn, Slipknot and a whole bunch of nu metal bands. Eventually my passion for music was solidified when I saw The Offspring live on their Conspiracy of One tour. I loved every second of it. It was cathartic. It was passionate. It was beautiful. And sweaty. So sweaty I could actually wring it out of my baggy jeans.

After I left school at 16 a Limp Bizkit loving friend of mine, who happened to have the fastest internet connection of anyone I knew, started to download and send me music which was a lot more underground than what I was listening to. I’m sure we passed around a bunch of bands, but the three that stuck were Rise Against, Boysetsfire and 40 Below Summer. Only two of those bands remain with me, nearly ten years from when I first heard them. Around about the same time I started reading Kerrang! and Metal Hammer magazine, becoming so obsessed with them that I’d read the same issue countless times until I could recite whole articles from memory (at the time), yet when I reflect on those publications I cannot tell you a single piece of writing or writer which sticks out.

Here’s the thing; reading about music in the shape of reviews, articles, interviews or editorial pieces changed things for me. There wasn’t a single particular piece which changed my outlook rather it was years of absorbing other writer’s words through boredom that changed how I interacted with music. I developed a critical ear for music and felt that I had to communicate these thoughts to the world. The truth is when it comes to journalism there aren’t any specific characters who I look to for inspiration. Essentially I felt that I had something to say about music and how it affected me. After a few years I stopped reading those magazines because it began to dawn on me that what I was reading just wasn’t that good. For years these magazines were saying the same things, talking about records in the same way and interviewing bands in such a manner that it never really felt like there was a single human personality in the room.

In short, I felt I could do better.

A Boysetsfire live show introduced me to a band called Funeral for a Friend who were on their first UK tour. I knew right away that they’d be a pretty big deal, so I checked out their website and ending up on their message board where I eventually became one of the administrators. Through running that message board I became friends with a chap who wanted to start a music website. Somehow I got involved and found myself writing reviews for the now defunct Watch the World (which you can see by clicking on the Way Back Machine link above).

The site lasted for less than a year but I haven’t stopped writing since.

Writing reviews isn’t something I thought I’d still be doing nearly eight years later. The very idea of journalism itself is one I have grappled with for a while but I reckon it’s time to give into it – it’s become part of who I am. Reviews are an attempt at being as objective as possible about music but after a while that’s no longer challenging. When you review music eventually you end up saying the same things about music; if a good album comes across your desk you end up using more or less the same language to describe it as you did to describe the last good record you wrote about, even if the bands aren’t even remotely musically similar. The same goes for bad records too, it’s those records which are in between where the real fun is to be had.

Have I become jaded? No, not really, I’ve become realistic. The best album ever made by the greatest band in existence might be released next week and in my review I’d describe it in the same way I have countless other great records. Nickleback might release their new record next week and it’ll be so bad that I’ll just spew out another collection of words which may or may not be objective but definitely will be the same as something I’ve said before about another record sometime in the past eight years. This is not how I wanted to talk about music. This is not how I wanted to communicate with people.

No, I started writing about music because I was bored with what I was reading in popular music publications and I had no one to discuss music with critically. Over the years I lost sight of that and I’ve ended up doing the same old thing because it’s easy and safe. Things have to change. There are other, better ways for one to communicate their feelings about music.

This is why Daily Dischord has to change too. A quick look at other music websites (webzines?) shows that they all have similar content – news, reviews and interviews with the occasional feature or article. In an effort to be different and challenging we’ve become the similar and conformist.

I won’t stop doing reviews because it’s still a particularly handy way of communicating how good or bad a record is, yet I know that one day I will stop reviewing records in favour of writing more articles or essays like this one.