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Derivative.

It certainly could be described as such. I am thinking though of things I just see a lot more of in the guitar world and in the music world, which is an almost precise emulation of another band or style's aesthetics (something that has always been going on, GNR was emulating a lot of AC/DC for instance and Doom metal emulated Sabbath, but I am pretty impressed lately with how close they can get the sound lately, it almost seems like its own artwork). Maybe the theory and tools are just more readily available to regular musicians via youtube and the internet?
 

It certainly could be described as such. I am thinking though of things I just see a lot more of in the guitar world and in the music world, which is an almost precise emulation of another band or style's aesthetics (something that has always been going on, GNR was emulating a lot of AC/DC for instance and Doom metal emulated Sabbath, but I am pretty impressed lately with how close they can get the sound lately, it almost seems like its own artwork). Maybe the theory and tools are just more readily available to regular musicians via youtube and the internet?
Well, there is always going to be similarities between acts, influences, etc.. Not a single gnere is made up of entirely original and unique artists. Though, now that you mention it, prog bands tend to pride themselves on mathematical precision and emulation. Its sort of a hallmark of the genre.
 

This was in the 70's where if you didn't die, you were good to go!

No scar, no score! :cool:

When I was five, we were at the pool at an amusement park when I decided to be a big boy and go down the slide into the pool.
(My parents were big proponents of the free-range parenting style and assumed that I'd be fine on my own, and that if something did happen, someone would come to tell them I was dead, lol.)

Apparently I wasn't as big a boy as I thought, because I got scared and turned around to climb back down the ladder on the slide...

Which is when I slipped, and fell headfirst fifteen feet down onto the concrete sidewalk. If my foot hadn't caught on the top step of the ladder and slowed my fall a bit, I probably would have broken my neck.

And yet, as many times as my mother told that story before she passed, I never once ever heard anything about going to the hospital, receiving medical treatment, or even leaving the park.
 

Well, there is always going to be similarities between acts, influences, etc.. Not a single gnere is made up of entirely original and unique artists. Though, now that you mention it, prog bands tend to pride themselves on mathematical precision and emulation. Its sort of a hallmark of the genre.

Sure, no musical act exists in a vacuum. They are always taking inspiration from other bands and even emulating other songs (I can't prove it, but I am almost certain Fade to Black was an attempt by Hatfield to copy Children of the Damned for example). And I think prog is having a big influence on a lot of this stuff at the moment. I am just noticing some of the stuff I see sounds so close to the original, but not so close they are literally ripping off the songs, that it is actually pretty stunning. Greta Van Fleet was the first band I remember getting close to that. But since then, people just seem capable of completely capturing a band's style (obviously the one hitch maybe being the vocals where just uniqueness of the human voice can factor in)
 


Well, there is always going to be similarities between acts, influences, etc.. Not a single gnere is made up of entirely original and unique artists. Though, now that you mention it, prog bands tend to pride themselves on mathematical precision and emulation. Its sort of a hallmark of the genre.
And yet folks like Pink Floyd and Brian Eno were doing stuff that wouldn't really be emulated, by anyone else, for 20 years. Sometimes with layering, sometimes with what I refer to as simple "single prop" music.


 

See, and we all survived, no trauma...right?
Sure, everything's fine.
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No scar, no score! :cool:

When I was five, we were at the pool at an amusement park when I decided to be a big boy and go down the slide into the pool.
(My parents were big proponents of the free-range parenting style and assumed that I'd be fine on my own, and that if something did happen, someone would come to tell them I was dead, lol.)

Apparently I wasn't as big a boy as I thought, because I got scared and turned around to climb back down the ladder on the slide...

Which is when I slipped, and fell headfirst fifteen feet down onto the concrete sidewalk. If my foot hadn't caught on the top step of the ladder and slowed my fall a bit, I probably would have broken my neck.

And yet, as many times as my mother told that story before she passed, I never once ever heard anything about going to the hospital, receiving medical treatment, or even leaving the park.
I only have two scars and neither one is from anything as impressive as that.

The first is on the top knuckle of my left pointer finger. I was at a summer camp when I was 10 or 11 and they took us out on a hiking/camping excursion. They drove us miles and miles to a destination and then we used a compass to hike for several hours in a specific direction. When we got to the bottom of a large hill we made camp. Another boy and myself were tasked with digging a latrine and given those spades with the head that can be angled and then locked in at that angle. I kept mine as a shovel and the other kid bent his so that he could swing down like a pick and loosen the dirt.

Everything was going well until he swung down to loosen at the same time as I went in to dig out some loose dirt. The point of his spade hit my knuckle and cut me right good. One of the camp counselors quickly took me over the hill where a van was parked at a road and drove me about 1 minute to the main summer camp ground where I had my finger stitched. Then when we were returning he asked me not to reveal to the other kids where they had actually hiked us to so that they would continue to think that we were all in the middle of nowhere.

The second instance was when I was making shrinky dinks and decided to make a necklace for my step-mother buy putting a hole in the top of it with a pair of scissors. I pushed really hard to make that hole and when the plastic gave way, the scissors went further than expected and sliced my finger open on the under side of my finger at the knuckle crease. I shook my hand like you do when something stings and so many drops of blood on my walls and ceiling that it looked like it was polka dotted red.

That was the time that I decided that I should go downstairs and show my parents what happened. My step-mother turned the kitchen faucet on full blast and put my finger under it to wash off the blood. When she did that the water below my finger turned red and stayed that way. She looked at that for a moment and then told my father he needed to take me to the ER. At the ER they cauterized the vein/artery(can't remember which one I severed) and stopped the bleeding. When they did that I could see the bone in my finger and I remember being surprised that it wasn't pure white and had portions that were a dark tan color. Oddly enough it was the exact same finger as the one I injured at summer camp. Apparently my left pointer finger just has some really bad luck, much to the relief of the rest of my digits.
 

On a different topic, does anyone know what happened to Micah Sweet? I noticed last night that his posts from a few days ago have the line through it indicating that his account was deleted/closed.

If it's not something that can be posted here and someone knows, please send me a private message. I liked him and would like to know what happened.
 

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