So my sister is a fantastic singer, and she was asked by a record company [Ironworks Records (started/owned by Keifer Sutherland)] for a demo. So here's the deal. I'll be backing her with guitar and backing vocals, and we're looking for demo suggestions. I figure her to be a contemporary pop with a blues/soul vibe kind of singer, but she can sing a lot of different styles. So, I ask you this: Does anyone have any suggestions of what she should sing for her demo? We have a few ideas, but it's always nice to get an outside source thanks!
ps: We'll be doing 3 or 4 songs, hopefully with varying styles.
pps: HOLY CRAP, its september. I thought the date was wrong.
I woke up with the desire to obtain a set of bitchin' new guitar strings. Ever had that? It's a great feeling, filling you with desire, excitement, and unlimited expectation of what is possible. So off I went to the local music store to pick out some strings. Now I've never been one to pick one kind of strings and stick with them. I am always changing it up, trying something new, hoping one day to discover the strings that bring me that ultimate joy that will fulfill the unlimited expectations that I have. I searched for a while, turning down offers for help, knowing that this quest must be completed by one man with one vision and hope, that man being me. After about 10 minutes of dissecting various boxes, reading nickelplated this and bright tone that, I found ones that peaked in me a sort of curiosity. I have EXP strings on my acoustic, and quite enjoy them, so when I saw EXP strings for electric, I decided I would give EXP a shot at pleasing me again. The box said 'Red Devils' on it, which to me was cacaphonic and therefore extremely pleasing. So I purchased them. Once I arrived at home and scurried down to my basement, I opened the box, filled with excitement and intrigue. I laid out all the bags according to size, 6th string on left, to the 1st on the right. I removed my 6-4th strings. The next step was opening the 6th string bag. As I opened the bag, shock, mixed with awe and utter confusion, filtered through my eyes and into my brain. Yes. It nearly blew my mind. I then understood what red devil meant. I had purchased colored strings, something I was unaware even existed. Nevertheless, I applied them to my guitar, and though they are rather tacky and, dare I say, lame, I will stick it out and use them until they piss me off. So, if you've made it through this whole journey with me, I say thank you for reliving my saturday morning by my side. Quite eventful, if I do say so myself.
So I've come to the conclusion that, under the proper circumstances, I could, and should, be famous. True, I don't have the most euphonious singing voice or the cleverest guitar licks, but if you look at (or listen to) half to three quarters of the so-called "talent" that reaches the mainstream audience's ear and eye drums, you would see where I am coming from. Pour example(the obvious one): Taylor Swift. Need I say more? No? Well I'm going to. She's not a good singer, either live or recorded; a very basic guitar player (Three chords? WOO-fareakin-HOO); and, let's be honest, a shameful, half-assed lyricist. Now don't misconstrue this statement, thinking I'm only saying this because I'm jealous that she's famous and I'm not, because that's not it. I'm fine with being not famous if she is the definition of the aforementioned quality. If I was to be famous, I would want it to be for a good reason, not because the people think I'm pretty (T.S. looks like a horse, if you ask me), or because they can "relate" to my lyrics (The only reason people relate is because her lyrics are vague generalizations of the most basic human conditions). I could go on, but I won't. No, Taylor Swift is famous for all the wrong reasons, but not for long. I believe she will fade away, and will have to resort to a Brittney Spears-esque return to the spotlight if she wants the good folks of the world to remember her. Yes, T Swift, its too late for you and your white horse to come around (and show some talent!).