Whoa. Who the hell is this
guy, rings your inevitable response, and what the hell has he got to say?
The answer
to the former question: let’s spare the list of accomplishments. I’m about a
50/50 hybrid of those guys and you guys. I’m a healthy dose of jaded and still
a good deal starry-eyed. I’m a little green and a little gray. Been there, done
that, yet miles to go before I sleep. I feel your pain, but I’ll point and
laugh at you when your back is turned. I’m at a place that gives me the right
to get on a soapbox but gives you the right to smack me across the back of the
head in response to any given comment. And my perspective will be interesting.
The answer
to the latter: plenty. Relax.
Too prosy
for you? It’s simple. The a cappella community needs a little tough love, and I’m
going to be calling some of you out on things from here on my horse of moderate
altitude. I may not (always) have the heart to single out specific examples,
groups, tracks, arrangements… who knows, syllables… but odds are you will find yourself a textbook example of
a phenomenon I’m bashing, and will
find yourself insulted or embarrassed. Subsequently, you will be asked to, as
we say, suck it up and deal. In the end, you’ll be better for it. I promise.
At the very least, hopefully, it’ll make for an
interesting read.
{mosimage}Manhattan's Mike "Cutter" Boxer masquerades today as an overstressed inner city music teacher and deep-rooted cynic. Really, though, Boxer -- an engineer, producer, arranger, performer, CARA winner and ICCA champion -- is about as big an a cappella dork as they come, but noone really has the heart to tell him. Check out what he's up to at www.mikeboxer.com.
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