It's been said that imitation is the sincerest form of flattery, but in the world of music no one appreciates a copycat, especially those who work for months and sometimes even years to bring something new and original into the world. Tribute shows -- that is, those with bands whose sole purpose is to cover the songs of one particular artist -- draw the ire of artists who work in the vein of originality because not only are the imitators not doing anything new or innovative, they are merely riding the coattails of those who do. But do they bring anything to the table?
Well, for one, the closest I've ever been to seeing Tool was in the form a of tribute act.
Maynard James Keenan wasn't there. Neither was Adam Jones, Danny Carey or Justin Chancellor. It was simply four musicians in love with Keenan's most popular creation, putting it out there on the stage.
The lead singer was dressed in a karate outfit and had a spiked mohawk that increased his height by about a foot and a half. There was no mistaking that I was listening to four guys rip off one of the greatest rock bands of the 1990s, but the crowd didn't seem to notice. The audience moved to the front of the stage, banged their heads and shouted when asked. They were listening to the musical equivalent of comfort food, and they were shoveling their faces full of meatloaf and mashed potatoes.
Of the bands that were on the bill that evening, these emulators of '90s alternative progressive rock music overwhelmingly held the most attention from the audience. The other bands on the lineup were just as good, if not better, than this quartet who were simply Xeroxing their favorite songs from Undertow and Lateralus. They offered nothing new. They didn't do anything different to the songs. They were essentially making money by imitating the music they obviously loved.
Say what you will about lack of originality, one thing could not be denied: These musicians put in a lot of time, effort and practice to recreate the experience of seeing Keenan and company. They didn't add any flair to the music because they knew what the crowd wanted to hear. No angry outcry took place. After the set was over, the lead singer was glad-handing the fans, receiving pats on the backs and posing for pictures like a politician running for office.
And that's something to keep in mind: Those playing in these bands are musicians. They want to make sure that they nail the guitar licks on "Schism" or get the drum part right during "Parabola." Obviously there is no recreating the charisma of the actual Maynard James Keenan onstage, but it doesn't mean the lead singer shouldn't at least make the attempt by practicing the moves, by spending an hour backstage making sure that two-foot coif won't collapse under the heat of the stage lights. He knows what he's getting himself into by imitating Keenan. He doesn't want to make it worse by looking like a fool.
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