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Fiction,

A Stranger Among Us…

A stranger observes the home of David and Janine from across the street. Bathed in darkness, the man makes no movements…he simply watches.

Beset by a dark secret long kept dormant, David and Janine’s seemingly happy marriage will be tested by this stranger.

But by confronting their past, this enigmatic watcher may be the least of their concerns.

 

The short story is currently available at Amazon, iTunes, Barnes& Noble, and many other eBook-related sites.

 

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This story was recently adapted into a short film, and here is the teaser trailer.

 

http://vimeo.com/110153984

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Overcoming…

The world ain’t all sunshine and rainbows. It is a very mean and nasty place. It will beat you to your knees and keep you there permanently if you let it. Nothing hits as hard as life. But it ain’t about how hard you’re hit, it is about how hard you can get hit and keep moving forward, how much can you take and keep moving forward. That’s how winning is done!

Rocky Balboa

 

Whether it’s a jab, a sucker punch or a blinding knockout blow, life can have a masochistic sense of personality when distributing its challenges to humanity.

It maintains an heir of indifference, and unapologetically scatters people’s lives about as if they were contents of a jigsaw puzzle.

But one must remember that life’s a journey…not a destination, and that it’s crucial to resist the will to wave that white flag, no matter how bleak it can appear at times.

The following individuals have all encountered divergent obstacles in life, but yet are linked together through the nature of their enduring spirits.  Faith, hope, and perseverance help to define who they are, and have greatly assisted in guiding them on their roads to recovery.

Through the support of family, friends and even strangers, these combatants have rallied against life’s greatest attacks, and have made a stand of their own.

There is a drive within them to battle…to overcome…to succeed.

Life will not get the best of them.

 

 

Greg Bailey

 

To say Greg Bailey is passionate about life would be an understatement. A man brimming with unbridled zealousness, Bailey’s positivity continues to resonate despite his July 1995 diagnosis of Parkinson’s Disease, a degenerative neurological illness that impedes motor functionality.

“It was the day before my 44th birthday, and the news absolutely devastated me” recounts Bailey with tinges of sorrow clouding his eyes.

The reaction is not uncommon to individuals who have been diagnosed with the disease. One of the key emotional symptoms of Parkinson’s is depression and anxiety.

For nearly thirteen years, Greg’s body deteriorated at an alarming rate. Inflicted by body tremors, impaired balance and the decreasing ability to perform common bodily movements, Greg, with his wife Babette and two children, Dayna and Alexander, all agreed that the most plausible way to combat the attack against his body would be to undergo Deep Brain Stimulation (DSS) surgery.

Approved by the Food and Drug Administration in 2002 as a productive method of treating Parkinson’s, DSS involves implantation of electrodes within particular areas of your brain. These electrodes produce electrical impulses that regulate irregular impulses. The amount of stimulation in Deep Brain Stimulation is controlled by a pacemaker-like device positioned under the skin in your upper chest (it is replaced every 4-5 years). A wire that travels under your skin connects this device to the electrodes in your brain.

It is a surgery that comes with great risk. But to Greg (a former pilot for Niagara Helicopters), the opportunity to possibly reclaim the stolen aspects of his life was well worth that risk.

So, in April of 2007, Greg underwent the surgery, and within a month, positive results were presenting themselves. In fact, his story was so compelling that CogecoTV documented Greg’s pre-and-post surgery with a TV special dedicated to him entitled One Man’s Journey.

To watch the feature is to fully comprehend where Greg once was, and where he is presently.

At the moment, there is no cure for Parkinson’s Disease, and Greg is still physically accosted by it. But to meet him now, one may find difficulty in specifically labelling him with the disease.

Apart from his physical improvements, his emotional and mental states have also been vastly upgraded.

“I could feel down all the time, but I choose not to live like that. I strive to remain positive, and to never give up. In the morning when I wake up, I tell myself I’m going to have a good day…and I work towards that”.

In striving towards that, Greg is using his experience with the disease to help mentor those newly diagnosed with it. When provided the opportunity, Greg makes himself available to those willing to discuss the feelings he experienced nearly twenty years ago, and still sometimes struggles with today. He makes regular appearances at Parkinson’s charity events, and is readily active in the fight against it.

To many, he is considered a model of inspiration because of his unwavering selflessness.

But to Greg, he’s just a regular guy.

“I don’t see myself as an influential person. I’m simply someone who enjoys assisting others on how to cope with Parkinson’s, and how important it is to always remain positive.”

 

 

Lana Hill

 

Kelsey Hill believed that it was better to give than it was to receive.

The compassionate and outgoing eleven-year old from Stevensville had always been a fervent believer in the importance of philanthropic endeavours. Even as she was earning the honour of being selected as Valedictorian of her Grade 6 class, Kelsey continued to remain a steadfast supporter of charitable causes, selfless in her actions to assist others in need.

When she participated in a walk-a-thon at her school (Stevensville Public School) to help raise funds for the Ronald McDonald House, Kelsey had been the top earner.

But in September 2010, Kelsey and her family’s lives were forever altered when it was discovered that Kelsey was suffering from a Supratentorial Primitive Neuroectodermal Tumour, a rare and aggressive form of brain tumour.

Following her diagnosis, Kelsey underwent three brain surgeries. One of which resulted in the left side of her body becoming paralyzed, ultimately leaving her wheelchair dependent.

She underwent thirty-one daily radiation treatments to her brain and spine, which was then succeeded by six months of aggressive chemotherapy.

But Kelsey’s hope never faltered, and a smile brimming with the fearlessness of an innocent child continued to permeate her face each and every day.

“She was always happy, and would be the one comforting us when we should have been the ones comforting her”, says Kelsey’s mom, Lana Hill. “She was strong as a rock. She would never give up, no matter how difficult it became for her”.

Though the amount of medical procedures Kelsey would undergo each day could be overwhelming both emotionally and physically, she never lost her drive to assist others. And in 2011, still battling for her life, she created Team Kelsey, a foundation dedicated to raising awareness of childhood cancer, and to assist children already affected by it.

Kelsey’s biggest wish was simply to live in a world where children could live without fear of a shortened life…a world without cancer. And this is what Team Kelsey continues to fight for, even after Kelsey’s passing in December of 2011 at the age of 13.

“She was our role model, and we wanted to continue her legacy”, notes Lana. “People were so inspired by her because all she wanted to do was to help others, and that, in turn, inspired us. There are so many families battling through situations like these, and we feel it is important to continue to raise money for these charities”.

In just two years, Team Kelsey has raised nearly $90,000 for charities that include Ronald McDonald House Hamilton (RMHH), McMaster Stem Cell and Cancer Research Institute, and families affected by childhood cancer.

As a result of their continuing charitable efforts for RMHH, the children’s underwater themed playroom and a wheelchair accessible bedroom were named in Kelsey’s honour.

Team Kelsey has had strong support from the community, and as a result have had many parents/volunteers donate their time to the fundraisers held by the foundation like a blood donor clinic (to honour childhood cancer survivors and those who’ve lost the fight) and the Kelsey Hill Memorial Pasta Dinner Fundraiser.

“Losing Kelsey was a tremendous tragedy for our family”, says Lana. “But we are doing our best to turn this negative into some sort of positive because that’s what she would have wanted. Her spirit and legacy are very much alive, and they continue to direct us everyday”.

 

 

Jordan Scott

 

At the age of twenty-two, Jordan Scott has experienced the dark realities of this world.

“My father was addicted to crack cocaine and alcohol. One year, when I was twelve, my dad blew all of the Christmas money on drugs. It wasn’t long after that that we lost our car and house because of his addictions.”

Jordan’s father entered rehab, and exited a changed man.

He had quit drugs, alcohol and cigarettes, and was introduced to members of the community who would help guide him on his road to redemption.

It was during this transitional time period that Jordan’s mother and father became extremely controlling of her life. Never one to partake in the “extracurricular activities” of adolescent curiosity, Jordan’s life was, nevertheless, under the scrutiny of her parents’ watchful eyes and vehement tongues.

It was only a matter of time before the tension proceeded to boil beyond the edges.

One day at school, Jordan was behind on a school project, and chose to skip her next class to complete it.

It was the first and only time her father would physically abuse her.

Out of despair, Jordan confided in a guidance counsellor at her school in Kincardine, Ontario, and was immediately placed in a woman’s shelter. She remained there for two weeks until her aunt took her to live with her in London, Ontario.

After a few months of peaceful domesticity, Jordan moved to St. Catharines, Ontario, to reside with her parents (who had recently moved back after having originally lived here). But the tension of past strife continued to mount, and she was soon kicked out after her inability to pay her parents rent money.

Left with nowhere to go, Jordan moved to the YWCA, and was finally rewarded with the inspirational support she had been seeking her entire life.

Amidst the turmoil of the times, Jordan graduated high school.

She applied and was accepted to Centennial College for Art and Design, and it appeared her life was finally set upon a definitive course of action. But regrettably, Jordan dropped out soon after a number of personal issues (one of which was the passing of her grandfather) caused her to lose her focus.

It wasn’t long before she began finding solace in alcohol.

As a result, her behaviour grew increasingly unhinged, and eventually she was embracing life with reckless abandon. She was drinking heavily every day, was in and out of transitional housing projects, and was even apprehended for shoplifting.

Her life’s vision was becoming blurrier by the moment.

She met with an addictions counsellor, and was soon on the road to recovery. She was accepted to Mohawk College for Photography, but encountered further personal struggles which ultimately reignited her fling with alcohol dependency.

She dropped out after one semester.

It took her approximately one year to realize she once again needed support, so Jordan reached out to the Community Addictions Services of Niagara (CASON) for guidance.

It took time but her life regained traction, and for a third time, Jordan reenlisted in school.

This time determined to succeed.

In October 2013, Jordan did just that by graduating from Trillium College with a certificate for Community Service Worker.

“There were times I gave up on myself…never giving myself enough credit. But I never lost that dream of earning an education. The support I received from others reminded me that that I wasn’t alone. The key now is to simply take one day at a time, and see where it all leads”.

 

Quinn and Keenan Baker

 

It would be a simple solution for Quinn and Keenan Baker to bear hostility towards this world.

To allow their personal tragedies direct them down a path emanating with animosity and bitterness.

But then again, seventeen year-old Quinn and fifteen year-old Keenan have never allowed their circumstances to become their crutch.

“It’s all about the choices you make in life. You make your own road by walking it”, says Quinn.

Quinn was seven and Keenan was four when their mother passed away from breast cancer in 2003 at the age of thirty-four. Just over four years later, their father died from lung cancer at the age of forty.

Orphaned prior to their teenage years, the boys moved from Wilson, New York to St. Catharines to live with their grandparents in the summer of 2007.

Assuming the role of guardians, their grandparents did what they could to make the transition as seamless as possible. But without the benefit of knowing many in the Niagara Region, Quinn and Keenan were basically forced into re-starting their lives from scratch.

Understanding their need for companionship at such a crucial time, their friends from Wilson did what they could to support them, from performing fundraisers for the family to the donation of money.

“If it wasn’t for the kindness of our friends and family, it would have definitely been a lot more difficult to persevere during this time period” says Keenan. “We were humbled and honoured by their selfless generosity”.

Consequently, these philanthropic endeavours appear to have had a profound influence on their own lives.

As of now, Quinn and Keenan have donated their time to numerous charitable institutions such as the Rankin Cancer Run, the Walk a Mile in HER Shoes campaign for Gillian’s Place, numerous car wash fundraisers, and the collection of non-perishable food items for Community Care.

In a world consumed with self-gratification, it’s always sobering to be reminded about the importance of giving back.

“We were raised to be polite and to help others in need”, says Keenan. “Simple acts of caring are important to us, so we’re constantly asking ourselves, ‘what can we do to help’?”

Their benevolence was recognized earlier this year when Mike’s Miracles announced the brothers as co-winners of the Mike Vandendool Hero Award. An honour awarded to humanitarians readily active within their community.

Though they were humbled by the acclaim, they don’t necessarily desire the attention.

“We don’t advertise it”, says Quinn. “We’re just happy volunteering our time. We prefer telling our story through our actions rather than our words”.

Apart from their charitable contributions, both brothers have become enamoured with the arts, a field their parents passionately embraced.

Quinn is heavily involved with music (and tries to incorporate it into his acts of charity whenever possible) while Keenan is driven by visual arts, possibly inspired by his mother’s art book growing up.

In fact, as a career, Quinn is working towards becoming a music teacher while Keenan has aspirations of becoming a concept artist for video games (his second option is to become an Oncologist-a specialist in cancer treatment).

But for now, their plan is to continue helping those in need.

“The most important thing we’ve realized is to have love for yourself and others” says Quinn. “We truly believe that any little act of generosity can help make this world a better place”.

 

***This Feature Article appeared in the Winter (2013) edition of Niagara Magazine.

 

 

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Blog,

Is Facebook My Friend?

 

My job as a writer allows me many privileges (The most prevalent being that I set my own hours of work). If I want to write at 3am, then so be it. The problem I seem to run into is that I have become obsessed with laziness. Instead of brainstorming about potential story ideas, I plop myself down on the couch and watch hours of mindless television “entertainment”. And when I’m not doing that, I hazily surf the net-although I have the laptop in the living room now so I can perform both tasks simultaneously. I tend to complain that I never have enough time to write, but yet, in reality, I have plentiful amounts. Setting your own schedule may seem like a godsend, but it can be detrimental to one’s overall work ethic. I undermine my freedom with complete and utter defiance.

 

I believe the greatest time waster of all is Facebook. Oh sure, it’s great to catch up with old friends and such, but it’s a great detractor of my time. It’s funny, I will go on it and check out anything that has potentially changed (someone has written on my wall, I’ve been tagged in a photo, etc.). After the ten seconds it takes to perform this task, I find myself checking out the newsfeed. Since I haven’t been on it in about 8 or 9 hours (because of sleep), I feel lost not knowing the needless information of others. So I scroll down and spy on the useless drivel that has no bearing on my life. After completing this task, I become bored with Zuckerberg’s wonder site, and leave the page.

 

You know, the internet is such a vast portal of information, but yet I am constantly at a loss as to what to look up. I have about ten sites I search on a daily basis, but upon completion of that, I tend to sit there and wonder, ‘What can I search for now’? So, in an act of desperation, I head back to Facebook because something has bound to have changed in the last ten minutes. Someone has broken up, someone has changed their status, and someone probably needs my help with cows in Farmville. My constant return to Facebook is unwarranted, but yet I do it numerous times a day.

 

What does this say about me? Am I obsessed? Am I living precariously through the lives of others? Am I just a nosy person by nature (or has social media transformed me)? Is my life so mundane that I feel the need to spy on people on my friends list? This activity does not benefit me in any way, but yet it has become an unfortunate ritual that has affected my work ethic.

 

I don’t blame the internet, but rather I blame myself for my shortcomings as a functioning human being who attempts to coexist with the “importance” of social media on a day-to-day basis.

 

Social media has become ubiquitous in our society, which makes it almost impossible to ignore. However, in my opinion, the verdict is still out as to whether or not this isolating technology (talk about irony) is a true positive for a society currently in a transitional stage of identity. Though there may be many benefits surrounding it, it does have the potential to become a dangerous tool.

 

I will more than likely never sever my relationship with Facebook, but I understand that this could lead to an addiction of massive proportions if I don’t nip it in the butt immediately. And what happens if I do delete my Facebook account? Well, I can always switch sites and check out my Twitter and MySpace.

 

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What’s Your Soundtrack?

“If I knew I was going to die at a specific moment in the future, it would be nice to be able to control what song I was listening to; this is why I always bring my iPod on airplanes.” Chuck Klosterman.

 

I want a soundtrack for my life. As arrogant as that sounds, I want music to define the situations I have encountered over the years. Now, this soundtrack would be a tad obese considering my life has been full of many memories, heartbreaks, and adventures. But the song would fit the moment. And this could work for anyone, but (of course) the soundtrack would be different, as everyone’s life experiences are inherently diverse.

 

For instance, during a breakup, my emotions would begin to get the best of me. As I slowly came to the realization that what was occurring was in fact reality, a song would begin to fade in, drifting nomadically from the depths of my subconscious and into the realm of realization, thus expressing my emotional stage at that particular moment.

 

It’s a classic device used within Hollywood film or television to help express emotional content without the use of verbal dialogue. In ‘She’s All That’, when Freddie Prinze Jr. first witnesses the transformation of Rachel Leigh Cook, he is taken back. But instead of verbalizing his emotional state, Sixpence None the Richer’s ‘Kiss Me’ begins to play. The song defines the moment, and identifies the period where he begins to ‘crush on her’ for the first time (Don’t ask me why I used this example).

 

Watch how often this technique is used within entertainment, as it is well known that music is a key catalyst in emotional transitional stages. Music adds an entirely different element to a particular scene. Music makes you feel.

 

So what would your soundtrack be?

 

 

 

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Blog,

My Life is 2 Hours Long!

 

What if my life were to exist within a film narrative? I’m not talking about any sort of avant-garde film, but rather a classic Hollywood structured screenplay. Wouldn’t life be so much simpler?

 

I mean, for the first half hour, everything will be sweet and dandy. I will have a loving family, a great job, a sweet car, etc. In other words, life will be perfect.

 

But hold on, after all that, trouble will begin to brew. A great conflict will arise, and everything I once took for granted will now be placed in jeopardy. I will be fired or suspended from my job, my car will be blown up, and my wife will disappear. I will not know where to begin, but then I’ll receive some sort of cryptic message (from a worthy adversary who I have wronged in the past-that’s a good thing because I was a cop)) filling me in on what I need to do to regain my once perfect world. The steps I will need to take will now challenge me mentally and physically. I will now be racing against time, except that I will continue to run into unforeseen problems. As a result, I will (temporarily) be unable to overcome the obstacles that threaten my once untouchable utopia.

 

And then eventually, after about an hour and a half, I will be faced with the ultimate decision that will all but decide my fate. I will either quit because I don’t have what it takes, or I will persevere and prove to myself and everyone else that I am the hero you all believe in. That I am capable of being all that I can be. I decide to go the hero route.

 

Finally, we arrive at the final half hour. This is where I confront my arch enemy who is attempting to rob me of my joy and happiness. His goons are no match for me. I get rid of them with relative ease. It is now me and some non-North American villain. But wait, my wife miraculously reappears. She is being held hostage by this international scum. There is a bomb strapped to her. I grimace and proceed to make dire threats to him. He does the same to me. We battle, but it cannot be a long battle because the bomb strapped to my wife will explode in 33 seconds. I dispose of him, race to my wife, and deactivate the bomb (that not only would have destroyed her, but as well the entire city).

 

My wife and I walk out of the building holding hands. The sun is setting. I turn to her, she turns to me. We romantically embrace with the sunlight romanticizing the moment. I have saved the day. I have reclaimed my dignity. I am a man. I have learned much of myself, and will move forward with this new found knowledge.

 

My life has taken 2 hours to complete. Life is once again good. There will no longer be any conflict. (Unless my story makes over $100 million, and then a sequel is a must).And this my friends is the typical outline for a Hollywood Action feature film.

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Blog,

Christmas Angst

 

The Christmas season is supposed to be a time of joy, excitement and anticipation, but instead, it is a time of fear, resentment, greed, envy and bitterness; well, from what I have seen anyways.

 

Every time I venture outside of my home, I encounter anger, hostility and anxiety that truly perplexes me. I have never had anyone actually angry at me, but when I look around at the faces, there is no happiness, just pure misery.

 

I thought Christmas was about happiness and well being? To be honest, I don’t remember a time when I have actually seen a smile plastered on someone’s face as they zoom around the mall in a consumerized daze. Though, it is clear what is going on. People are forced to travel and spend money that they do not necessarily have on presents for people that they do not necessarily admire. It’s a sad state of affairs in my opinion. Giving should be about caring and understanding; it should not be out of spite or necessity.

 

It is clear that people don’t want to be there, but yet they cannot pull themselves away from the annual ritual that is gift purchasing. Dollar after dollar of hard earned spending cash is gone before one can say ‘cash or cheque’.It is tragic to be honest. People are so enamoured by consumerism that they tend to forget about the beauty and majestic quality of what Christmas is truly about. We are not merely consumers, but rather we are beings obsessed with purchasing to a point that we lose total control, and desperately anticipate the day when the holidays will be over.

 

In December, the malls are never vacant, but yet when January rolls around, there is barely a car in sight in the mall parking lot. Why is that? It’s because people have spent money on items that they cannot afford. Now, they must sit back and ponder how they are going to pay off their rent or mortgage. They are so far in a hole that they fear that it may take months before they can get out of it. Typically, society usually manages to crawl their way out of debt by September, but by then it doesn’t matter; it is now time to think about the upcoming Christmas season and what they need to purchase.

 

Especially now that there is a credit crunch around the world, people have become even tighter with their wallets then normal (and the pain on their faces is more distinguishable). So, how do we solve this problem?

 

How would I know? I’m just the writer.

 

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Blog,

The Fragile Nature of Imagination

 

For those of you who don’t know me too well, understand that I am an avid follower of film. I truly admire the aesthetic that it is. It is my passion and my life. It brazenly entered my life as a child, and overwhelmed my sensibilities to such a degree that it eventually became my major in University. But, for all that film has done to enrich my life; it still embodies one major flaw. It is a visual medium.

There is no guessing, no assuming, no dreaming, and of course, there is no imagination. We are visually stimulated by images that need no explanation. In other words, we are shown all we need to be shown. The expressiveness of the filmic language is presented to us in all of its visual glory. So, for as much as film has redirected my ambitions in life, it still cannot match the intensity, nor the raw immaculate power of the written word.

 

When there is merely a blank canvas; there is then the possibility for imagination.When I read, I visualize and create characters, environments, situations, geographical locations and so on. The written word helps to describe, but it does not define what it is I am supposed to imagine. That is left to me, the reader. When I read, my imagination flourishes in so many alternate directions, and this happens because my brain creates and manipulates exuberant and vibrant images.

 

As I read, I design.

 

When a film is based on a book I have read, I am rarely enthralled with the final product (both visually and stylistically). You see, film rarely captures the vivid images I once created in my head. Film interprets differently then the individual. They understand it one way; I see it another.

 

Thus, I am forced to shed the confetti of my individualistic thoughts in favor of the constructed visuals embodied within the filmic medium.This is the key reason as to why I cannot read the book after watching the film. To me, there is no sensible reason to do so. The creative process of imagining has been stripped away. The book becomes utterly useless in my opinion.

 

So, I may love film to death, but it will never, ever, remove the potency of the written word.

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Music, Music Analysis,

Your Favourite Song Never Existed!

I can clearly admit that I am a ‘what if’ type of person. What if’s are a fun and intriguing way of looking at the world had different choices been made in contrast to the ones that did. Lately, a ‘what if’ has been fermenting within the boundaries of my brain that has intrigued me to no end- What if some of our favourite music of the past had never existed? That particular type of music that has had a definitive impact upon our lives such as a strong emotional attachment (a break up or a first kiss), a nostalgic moment of high school bliss, or a motivational occurrence that spoke to us in a deep and profound way. Music helps us to remember both quirky and meaningful instances from our past, but would we remember those occasions if that particular genre of music hadn’t existed?

Truthfully, there was a very good chance that some of our favourite songs (and bands, of course) would never have been heard. That is, if society didn’t have a say in the matter.

 

Allow me to explain.

 

Most of the music we grew up listening to stems from the popularity of other, similar sounding crusaders. Had it not been for one particular band or singer, we may have never had the privilege of discovering some of our most favourite melodies. Poignant moments of our lives could have been eviscerated from thought had it not been for particular songs from bands we continue to cherish as something special in our lives.

 

For instance, many are well aware that music labels are businesses like any other (Their first goal is always economical profitability). Nine times out of ten, labels will refuse to take a chance on a sound that is not in tune with what is currently popular on the radio. If a particular singer or band is hitting it big, the labels understand that there is money to be made. So they set about exploiting the sound of the hit maker by signing similar sounding singers or bands. This continues until that particular singer or band’s popularity begins to dry out as a result of market oversaturation.

 

But think about this reality for a second. If Nirvana and Pearl Jam hadn’t exploded onto the scene in 1991, would mainstream society have ever heard of Alice in Chains, Soundgarden, Stone Temple Pilots, and Collective Soul? You see, though they are talented in their own ways, these bands may have never cracked the mainstream music scene had there not been a surge in the search and discovery of new, similar sounding bands that could help the Grunge era profit-wise. The record companies clearly understood that there was a mass audience out there who would swallow anything they served them (as long as it encompassed self-loathing lyricism). So in essence, without the trendsetters, our listening ears may never had heard Soundgarden’s ‘Black Hole Sun’, or Alice in Chains’ ‘Man in the Box’, or Stone Temple Pilots’ ‘Plush’*. These songs would have more than likely remained part of the underground scene forever!

 

When I hear these songs, vivid recollections arise with the intensity of a John Bonham drum solo. Had Nirvana never materialized as a mainstream success, what would my personal memories of the early to mid 90s (song wise) consist of? This theory can be applied to almost every popular band, no matter the decade.

 

In the 70s, the emergence of Arena Rock** was intensifying with bands like Journey, Foreigner and Styx helping to popularize it. These acts helped to fully define the sound typified by arena rock, and as a result, paved the way for bands like REO Speedwagon*** and Whitesnake.

 

In the 90s, without Oasis and Blur, would we have ever heard of Pulp, Elastica, and Radiohead**** (and a few years later)-Travis, Coldplay, and Muse?

 

Without Rage Against the Machine and Faith No More, would the Nu-Metal***** movement have ever existed? Bands like Korn, Limp Bizkit and Slipknot may never have been heard (To some, this may have been a good thing). Just look at any musical movement and locate the trendsetter, and then look at the bands that emerged as a result******. If you think about it, a lot of bands success happens by chance. This is not insinuating that these bands are not talented, but mostly that they have garnered success as a result of being in the right place at the right time (or better, singing the right style of song at the right musical movement).

 

It’s bizarre to think that some of our most favourite songs may have never reached our ears had it not been for the success of something else previously. How would our musical world be different? What if the music of The Beatles and The Rolling Stones hadn’t resonated with society, but rather remained in obscurity? Through their influence, the general public has been privileged to so many great bands. Just think of how many musicians would have remained anonymous to the mainstream if it weren’t for these innovators?

 

Obviously this never happened, and the past cannot be changed. Things do happen for a reason. But think about this the next time you hear your favourite song: Rather than Radiohead’s ‘Fake Plastic Trees’, your most cherished song could have been ‘Boombastic’ by Shaggy. Hopefully for you, it wasn’t.

 

 

*Not to mention the rise of Alternative Rock (and its many influential bands) as a result of Grunge. Bands like Bush, Live, and Nine Inch Nails to name just a few. For more bands, just check out highlights of a Lollapalooza tour from the early 90s, which was originated by Jane’s Addiction frontman, Perry Farrell.

 

**Arena Rock is defined simply as a formula which encompasses slick, commercial material, underpinned by memorable hard rock riffs and a glossy production. Thanks to The Billboard Illustrated Encyclopedia of Music for the definition.

 

***Though popular in the 70s as a hard rock band, REO Speedwagon’s sound changed in the fall of 1980 with the release of their most commercially successful album, ‘Hi Infidelity’. The album was a stark change for the band as it tended to focus more on pop-oriented material.

 

****Though they did release their debut album, Pablo Honey, in 1993, their success didn’t skyrocket until after Britpop exploded onto the scene. At first they were considered just another member of the Grunge family (thanks to the success of the self-loathing ‘Creep’), but 1995’s The Bends and (especially) 1997’s OK Computer proved otherwise.

 

*****A combination of Heavy Metal, Grunge and Rap.

 

******Imagine the music that we may have never heard. On another note, think of the music that we were not privileged of hearing as a result of it not being popular at a particular time period.