The Texts of Yesterday

Mick Farren published a dystopian science fiction novel called The Texts of Festival back in 1973. From that vantage, he saw a doomed, far-future world where people worshipped Gods with names like Dhillon, Djeggar, and Morrizen the Lizard King.

When I was a kid back in Yuma, Arizona, there were some of my brother’s friends who had both a cover band and a Kiss tribute band called “Kiss Theatre.” The cover band was the thing they cared about, but on occasion, for parties, they would wear all black and put on Kiss makeup and play a set of Kiss’s songs. When they did that show for the first time, people talked about it for weeks afterwards. The Yuma Daily Sun wrote about them.

 It seemed to me that these guys in Kiss Theatre considered it a schtick. It was too unserious for a band with larger ambitions. Even playing a set of hits-of-the-day was more dignified and relevant than pretending to be a famous band and doing a knock-off of their whole concept, regardless of the extra attention it garnered them.

I agree with them. If I were to start a band now, I think I would want to do mostly or even all cover songs, but I would not want to pretend to be someone else. I understand that people want familiarity, but I think – maybe I only hope – that they also want authenticity, some kind of connection to the artist they’re in the room with.

I’m not a purist about this, however.

Standing just on this side of the line is the band Beat, which is half members of the 80s version of King Crimson, half the two highest-level “ringers” there could possibly be. I saw Beat last year and found the show transcendent. They don’t call themselves King Crimson, as lead guitarist and founder Robert Fripp is not involved.

They ‘re often called a “tribute band” in the press, even with the involvement of two original members. Guitarist Steve Vai – one of the ringers — has taken great pains to learn Fripp’s original parts but adds as much of his own style as he can without breaking the vibe. Is this a tribute to or a continuation of King Crimson? I’m hoping for a CD of new original music, which would tip the scales away from “tribute band.”

Let’s move a little closer to that line between “tribute” and “continuation.” You may have heard, in a previous rant of mine, that the current touring and recording version of Yes has no original members. Another whole band playing this music exists. Jon Anderson, founding member of Yes, has done a couple of tours, a live album, and an album of original music in the 70s Yes style with a youtuber band called The Band Geeks. I think Jon and the Band Geeks are much truer to the spirit of Yes than Steve Howe’s band. So which is the tribute, really?

There are ways to put a twist into the notion of a “tribute band” without crossing the line. For example there’s Lez Zeppelin, the all-female Led Zeppelin tribute band, who play faithful renditions of the Zeppelin catalogue, without switching the gender of the original lyrics or toning down the cock-rock attitude.

I have friends who do a B-52’s tribute under the name Bikini Whale. They’re a straight-up note-for-note copy of the original, entirely competent and, to be fair, as high energy as the records. I roll my eyes at them, though. I’ve also talked to guitarist Kevin Coombs about some of the more technical aspects of what he does, and it’s clear he’s done quite a bit of research into the peculiar alternate tunings and gear the original guitarists – Ricky and then Keith – used to get the distinctive, and not-as-simple-as-you-might-think sound of the B-52’s. I admire the effort involved, but it makes me wish they would devote that energy to putting something new into the world.

Surprisingly, there are still a lot of rock music fans. However, what used to thrive on adventure and innovation seems to be made for comfort or identity confirmation now. The biggest touring bands have been around for forty, fifty, or sixty years. The guitars still scream, the singers still smile or snarl, with dentures to fill in for all the missing teeth.

Soon, there won’t even be that. All that will be left is the texts, the worshippers, and the tribute bands.