By Adela Toplean | January 24, 2010 - 12:39 pm - Posted in life 'n art

I love music demos. A demo gives you space to grow and develop as a listener. It’s a promise. And a test for your senses. A demo trusts you, a demo relies on you, it says: “look, I might not sound awesome right now, but have a little faith, OK? Think positively. Be open. This line, this note, this pause…”. Thereupon, a music producer is a believer. A very religious man, with a complex sense of future .

I have no idea if revealing demos was, is, or tends to become a sort of standing-for-itself-species within the musical world of a certain mature composer. I once asked a guy about it. I never got a proper answer.
I however see it similar to what reputable writers and painters do: aiming to complete and explain their ultimate work by having diaries and sketches published. Of course, there’s always a risk (or a chance) for the rough art to surpass the completed masterpiece. Take, for instance, Julien Green’s case. There is nothing in his novels to come close to the long, anxious saga of his daily existence. It is in the monotonous rhythm of his lonesome life the reader finds the ultimate intuitions and perplexities in regard to time passing.
Going back to where we started, a music demo has it all in nuce: the naked sound, the roots, the mystery of conception, the obscurely attractive humming before being shaped into boring, intelligible words.
I would even dare say that a demo never lies. Translators, interprets, singers, painters, women, the English, the friends, the neighbors, the cordons bleus – they’re all faking it. But not the composer when recording a demo! A demo has a basic honest joy that the final song usually loses to a more refined expressiveness.
A demo takes a second faithful ear, apart from the songwriter’s; listening to it is a beautiful challenge for your aesthetic subtlety; and for your “interpersonal” faith. After all, nothing valuable can be done without relying on others. Nothing really. From the silliest song, to the world itself.

PS: …and I say: God bless Tony Visconti because he did all those wonders with Morrissey’s Ringleader of the Tormenters that, for some reason, I can’t stop playing. Oh what a believer!

And the recommended rough art for today is: Harrison’s demo of “The Art of Dying”, Matisse’s volume “Dessins – thèmes et variations”, and Franz Kafka’s diary.

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2 Comments

  1. January 25, 2010 @ 9:16 am


    Very touching song, I didn’t even know of its existence. Thank you!

    Posted by Lisa
  2. January 26, 2010 @ 7:58 pm


    Sorry Tony and Alex for the commentary mess ups. There was something wrong with my spam detector plugin and I deleted everything at once. Including your commentaries.
    I hope I’ll find time to fix the problem. Have a great evening all. Now’s time for movies.

    Posted by Adela Toplean

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