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By Rick DeYampert<br />
During my tenure as the rock/pop/hip-hop writer at the Tennessean,<br />
the daily newspaper in Nashville, about every other<br />
week I’d catch a music act that would mutate my DNA<br />
and make me think: I swear by the balls of Zeus and Elvis,<br />
these bad-asses are gonna be on the cover of Rolling Stone<br />
within a year!<br />
However, of the thousand or so non-famous but good, great<br />
or gonzo-great acts I heard in Gnashville’s music clubs over<br />
2½ years, only one ever went on to the big time: India Arie.<br />
(Although years later the amazing Ghana-born singer Ruby<br />
Amanfu teamed with Jack White for an amazing duet on his<br />
single “Love Interruption.”). And Gnashville, by the way, is<br />
my name for the gritty, rockin’ side of the city known for its<br />
country music.<br />
All these kick-ass bands and solo artists – the Evinrudes,<br />
the Honeyrods, Lennon Murphy, Ruby, etc. -- who I thought<br />
were destined for Olympus instead were destined to remain,<br />
more or less, “local acts.”<br />
Which is a damn shame, but that leads me to my even greater<br />
point: Music happens – most of it – in the local trenches.<br />
Yes, we’ve all been blessed to see our fav superstars live,<br />
and I was privileged to see more than most people because<br />
of my 30 years as an entertainment and music writer at daily<br />
newspapers. I’m grateful I got to see U2, McCartney, Pearl<br />
Jam, Public Enemy, Springsteen, Prince, Ravi Shankar,<br />
OutKast, Common, Erykah Badu, Daytona-bred Diplo, Tool,<br />
Wu-Tang Clan, Emmylou Harris and others do their thing.<br />
But 90 percent of the live music that has rattled my brainpan<br />
and made me ecstatically yell “Holy shit what the freak did I<br />
just hear?!” has been made by “local” artists.<br />
When I returned to the Daytona newspaper for a second tour<br />
of duty there after my stint in Music City, I brought the lesson<br />
of Gnashville with me: Yeah, it’s nice to have talent, but it<br />
ain’t got shit to do with who becomes famous.<br />
The opposite of the Ruby Amanfu case taught me that in<br />
Gnashville: At the fabled Ryman Auditorium, of all places,<br />
I saw this teen girly-girl singer open for a barely known boy<br />
pop group called N’ Sync. The teen girl was an OK singer but<br />
far from spectacular. She performed in front of the curtain,<br />
for Hank’s sake, with canned music and two – count ’em, just<br />
two – backup dancers.<br />
If someone had said, “For $500, you can have 20 percent<br />
of all future earnings of this wonderful girl-pop singer!” then<br />
I would have said, “Are you shittin’ me?! No way. Get outta<br />
my face!” Her name: Britney Spears.<br />
But talent does have shit to do with making great music,<br />
something I continued to experience in Daytona-area venues<br />
after returning from my Gnashville trip. Gnashville certainly<br />
has more quantity of local music talent, mind you, but<br />
Daytona’s A-listers – and there are many – exude quality on<br />
a par with those Gnashville cats.<br />
If I start naming names, then inevitably I’ll wake up the next<br />
day and pimp-slap myself for leaving out local artists X, Y<br />
and Z. So I’ll leave it at this: One way to get an adrenaline<br />
shot of the Daytona-area music scene is to attend one of the<br />
gobsmacking original music festivals staged by Phil Weidner<br />
and his organization Songwriters Showcases of America.<br />
Those fests include the 18th Annual DeLand Original Music<br />
Festival on Nov. 3, the Seventh Annual Daytona’s Mainstreet<br />
<strong>Live</strong> Original Music and Art Festival on Feb. 9, or the Eighth<br />
Annual DeLandapalooza Original Music and Art Festival on<br />
April 13. Details are online at ssa.cc.<br />
Here’s hoping you find more Rubys and Britneys. I have a<br />
feeling you will.<br />
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