Saturday, August 30, 2003
Valid reasons to hate hipsters--from the nyhappenings list:
I want to inform all decent partygoers in NYC that the [club name] in Brooklyn is full of racist bastards, I speak from personal experience. I am a white man who went to [club name] this Friday and I was turned away from the door because I was "wearing sneakers". Meanwhile 2 black guys wearing sneakers are ushered in without question. I went home to get changed and 3 of my white friends turned up and were charged $10 to get in while all black people were charged $5. They were then treated like outcasts for the entire night and were getting some seriously dirty looks.
I have been there so many times before and no one has ever given a shit about color, everyone was cool and there for the music - something has changed and I would advise that this is not a white friendly club. Supposedly one of the only cities where people can do what they want and this happens. This really pissed me off
I now know what Chris Rock meant when he said there is a difference between Black people and niggas, there was not one black person there last night the place was full of niggas. I would advise all decent and fun loving people to avoid this place like the plague regardless of what color you are. If these ignorant trash want to create a division then let them - music is supposed to bring people together not divide them.
If anyone is interested [party] has moved from [old venue] to [new venue], check out
[website address]
Don't let these racist scum win.
Yeah, there's nothing more racist than black people being rude to you. Phrases like " all black people were charged $5" are particularly charming-slash-ironic. Don't let the terrorists win!
posted by Mike B. at 5:32 PM
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Friday, August 29, 2003
Re: Britney and Madonna kissing--brr. I mean, girls kissing = me likee (and no, it's not "male self-loathing," as Charles Taylor so retardedly put it), but it's a bit like the Olson twins kissing, isn't it? (Which, for the record, I also find kind of creepy.) Or, to be more fair, like Lenny Kravitz kissing Hendrix, or the lead singer from Interpol kissing Ian Curtis, or Tori Amos kissing Kate Bush, or Billie Joe from Green Day kissing Ray Davies, or...well, you get the idea. Playing with your role model is one thing, making out with them is quite another. Brr. It gets into all these weird muse issues.
Although I must admit that I find the image of a drunk and jealous Guy Ritchie taking a few whacks at Britney kind of funny. Or, even better, a stone-cold sober Vinnie Jones telling her, "Look, luv, it's nothing personal, but..."
UPDATE: Video of the whole Like a Virgin / Hollywood / Work It opening number can be found here. Oh, and now that I've actually seen the whole thing, the kiss makes a certain narrative sense, so that's good.
posted by Mike B. at 1:11 PM
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Tom Ewing over at NYLPM (whsew, glad I fixed the typo on that link in time) gives me a link based on an e-mail I sent him about licensing music for compilations, and says some very nice things about the blog. *blush* Which is appreciated! He also has some more good stuff to say about the SFJ debate like "there's way less point in saying that the new Flaming Lips album is good than the new Timberlake single is, because the 'music writing audience' is already favourably inclined to the Lips," and also brings up some good points in this post here about the different ways pop is appreciated.
Of course, as always seems to happen with these things, when someone gives me a link, it's vacation time. But I am staying in town, so I'll probably update at some point--I still owe you guys a post on the Klosterman book, and I can throw up a few other things that have been in the pipeline as well. So check back on occasion, I do hope to get some fresh material up here. But if not, there'll be loads more next week.
A few more bookkeeping notes: I updated the links, so if any don't work or if I've left you out (apparently a few blogs have been linking me without my knowledge, which is very nice, but you should let me know so I can reciprocate!) please let me know. Also, I'm much encouraged by the comments on the SFJ post, so I just want to say that I love comments, and I'm always eager to hear what you think--if you're a regular reader, it'd be great if you made your views known every once in a while. And I think there are at least 30 regular viewers, so...
posted by Mike B. at 12:31 PM
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Thursday, August 28, 2003
Mark at k-punk reduces a number of the responses to his and others' critiques of the SFJ article on JT to "that hoary old chestnut, 'it doesn't matter what genre music belongs to, all that matters is whether it is a good song or not...'" Not mine, I hope, as I don't think that's what it amounted to. It's not that simple. It matters and it doesn't. Let me explain.
Mark clarifies the problem with this particular argument thusly:
And one of the many things wrong with the 'it's all just music right' line is the suggestion that Pop is separable from Image - or that it's desirable to make the separation - that must be spurious. The rise of Pop is just as dependent upon visual as audio technology; in fact, Pop's essential implication in the (photographic/ film) image is surely one of its defining features.
But since when is pop the only genre that relies on image? Is "the music" the only reason people go see Al Green, or jazz quartets, or The Locust, or, hell, classical orchestras? Of course not. The image always matters to the music, and as a matter of fact, it's the image that (for good or ill) we find ourselves mainly talking about. So if all music is connected to its image, is it impossible to separate the music from the image in punk/avant-garde/jazz/any purist genre you care to name? I'd be interested to hear his answer.
He goes on to talk about the way the music does just become the music on MP3s/ iPod, and speaks of the "threats to Pop posed by the invisibility of the Mp3". Aside from the fact that "image" is tied up in every choice of instrumentation, lyric and production that you make, regardless of whether or not you know anything about the band, I gotta say that as someone who works at a record label, it looks OK from here. We're not doing great, don't get me wrong, but it sure doesn't feel like we're on the verge of extinction. Quite frankly, if I don't believe it when the RIAA says that MP3s are going to kill the industry, I don't believe it when a MP3 fan says it either.
Because--tie-in alert--the songs, by and large, can't exist without the image, and that's one of the things the industry is so good at providing. And the image, as I say, needs to be there for every kind of music for it to be widespread; the image is why, as Mark et al say, music is the most engaging artform we have today.
But here's the thing: I (and not a few other people) like the image of pop, just like some people like the image of punk or street-cred electronic music or whatever. That is to say, the image makes me like the music more. Whereas there are other genres where I will like a song from it despite the image: folk or hardcore or trance or even punk, to a certain extent. And so I recognize that other people have this kind of allergic reaction to pop, and I accept that, although I'd like them to get over that, just like I'd be happy if someone got me over my hardcore allergy. But in the meantime, I think you can look beyond the image to find the song underneath. I don't think we want to separate the image from the music, but what we can do is to--as the phraseology goes--recontextualize it so as to make people enjoy it more. This is the inclusiveness thing, and it's a vibe I think we don't necessarily get from fans of a lot of other genres.
At any rate, it's a thorny issue, I suppose, but I do think, ultimately, that a song as a composition, as opposed to an actual recorded piece of music, can be separated from its image, and thus, the cover song. This is what I mean when I talk about looking for the song. Maybe that'll make it more clear.
posted by Mike B. at 5:32 PM
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I'm becoming a bit more convinced about the validity of a Wesley Clark campaign, but a bit from this article just made my eye twitch:
Doug Finley, who runs a publishing business in Hell's Kitchen, said he had promised $25.
"He has military experience, which the Democrats need," Mr. Finley said of the general. "He has enormous integrity. He's intelligent, thank God. Best yet, he's not a tainted politician."
And then I tried to stop my eye from twitching. Because, yeah, I know, that's a good perception for people to have. It helped with Bush. But it's an absolutely horrible reality, electability-wise. Dean does seem to have really good people, for whatever that's worth. We'll see, I guess. I'm not going to get too excited about Clark until he actually enters the fray.
posted by Mike B. at 1:23 PM
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I got a little chuckle out of the fact that Fox has posted the 10 Commandments. Wshew! Finally the secret is out! That Freedom of Information Act thing is really working!
posted by Mike B. at 1:18 PM
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Quo Vadimus points us to a great article by Tom Bissell about being your typical good-taste-urban-nerd in one area (literature) and being a total bad-taster in other areas; the article is entitled "Freddy, Jason, Megadeth and me," and what's so nice about it is the progression. Check it: first he gets in great jabs against Indie Snobs (love the half-irony in the capitalization) while also admitting the general badness of his loves (speed metal and slasher flicks) with lines like: 'Speed metal is transubstantiated human aggression played on three chords at 4,000 miles an hour by young men whose thoughts on every topic more or less provide the informal definition of "retarded."' It's a great little appreciation of the whole phenomenon, with a whole bunch of great reasons for loving certain cultural artifacts that should, by all reasons, be loved (including a justification based on a paper by a Duke professor entitled "Men, Women and Chainsaws," which is so nerdy and so good) and it carries a sense of defiance and self-righteousness against the Indie Snobs who Just Don't Get It.
But then it shifts, and this love is revealed as the obsessions of a man wholly given over to true guilty pleasures:
It could be that my love of peerless literature was forged due to a desire to remove myself from what I thought to be the unliterary environment in which I grew up, and my love of horror films and speed metal, which intensified in my early 20s, after I'd moved to New York, is related to a similarly reactive inclination. Which would of course make my motives as repulsive as those of the Indie Rock Snobs I loathe.
And aha! But this is a good thing, because fuck it, he's stuck to his guns. Still, it's definitely a guilty pleasure as I would define it: a true love for something that you no one else you know loves, where the guilt actually provides a decent bit of the enjoyment. (And let's be honest: for all the complaining he does about the problems this has caused him, he clearly feels a certain satisfaction from his elitism, too.) Moreover, it's important to note that not only does he not know anyone else who likes these things, he wouldn't even like the people who do like them. There's nothing about him going home to the Midwest and watching slasher flicks with his friends and remembering how good the Midwest is. It's clear he still doesn't like the ignorant assholes he grew up with, even if he likes the same kind of music and movies they do. He only respects this in someone like him, basically. Thus, the (wonderful!) ending:
Some time ago, near the end of a mostly inconclusive date, the young woman accompanying me pulled me into a bar and planted me on a stool, claiming the joint had a great jukebox. She was beautiful and hip-seeming, and so I sat there with a face-lift-taut smile, watching her make her selections, anticipating a doleful blast of the Cure or God knows what else.
As she walked back over to me, however, what filled the bar's Monday-night emptiness but the feedback guitar pluck (lifted from the Beatles' "I Feel Fine") of Def Leppard's "Photograph"? The lovely young woman apologetically bared her teeth, not quite smiling. "I love Def Leppard," she said with a testing uncertainty I knew all too well. Of that night I was and remain certain of one thing. This was love.
Aww. That's actually really nice. But besides that, the point is that he wasn't looking for a traditional metalhead/slasher-flick girl; he was looking for a hot hip girl who secretly loved the same things he did. A nation of two, as Kurt V. would have it. And that's pretty interesting, guilty-pleasure-wise, especially in relation to the stuff I said before about guilty cultural pleasures and guilty sexual pleasures. But that's getting a bit too sociological, of course, so I'll leave it there and simply say: go read the damn article. It's a great one.
posted by Mike B. at 11:51 AM
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Wednesday, August 27, 2003
To address another point K-Punk and Simon bring up: what's at stake with the championing of pop? Hasn't pop as a genre, by definition, already "won?"
Leaving aside the issue that pop-as-a-genre sounds pretty different today than it did thirty years ago, and speaking more for myself than for "popists," whoever they are, the point is not championing a genre but in looking beyond the stereotypes and morals associated with that genre to find the good stuff within it, a task made more possible by getting beyond the weird it's-only-good-if-everything's-good album-rock standards and embracing da song. (Which has now become so obvious that even PF is doing it.) I'm sure Matthew Yglesias would have some fancy Harvard term for this, but what Simon/K-Punk are accusing SFJ/etc. of is the sin of judgment-by-classification; only good things are in category Y, only bad things are in category Z. Classifying by worth, in other words, instead of actually by characteristics. Things that are pop are good. Things that are rock are bad. Not true, I hope: I'm just looking for a good tune. The genre it's working within is interesting and may make me more involved in the song, depending, but ultimately a melody's a melody, and I hope I stay true to that dictum.
So what's at stake? Well, a) finding good songs, but also b) trying to break down barriers and change critical standards within all the music we love. I think it's pretty clear at this point that cross-pollination in pop is one of the things I (and the folks I seem to agree with) like: the Bollywood in Missy, the rave synths in Outkast, the 60's-girl-group in Britney. But it runs both ways, because we still heart the "underground." So what's at stake is encouraging indie (of whatever stripe) to engage in the kind of joyousness, innovation (or innovation-as-reference) and mass appeal of pop, even if it doesn't actually work, because the songs that can result are, well, interesting. I mean, good lord, Wayne Coyne's already realized this. Why not collaborate with a producer? Why not pack in the hooks? Why should you always go for difficulty? I'm not saying I want everything to always be pop--I just want it to be an option open to more people, just like I think lo-fi and strong melodic songwriting should be options everyone tries out at some point.
This, in other words, is why Liz Phair matters: because whatever the results (and as we know, I at least find one song on the album well worth the experiment), it is worth a try, and she should not be brought down simply for the trying. Someone who has released an album made on a four-track should be able to release an album with a Neptunes track because they really love pop, not because they're "selling out." Moreover, they should be able to embrace all the glorious trapping of pop like cheesy photo shoots and advertising blitzes and the like because that's part of the game, part of the fun for everyone. Personalities are not unitary, folks, and you don't know the whole of a person based on one album, no matter how confessional it may seem. Don't tie us to mysteriousness. Don't call us lame cause we ain't listening. D-d-d-don't stop the beat.
UPDATE: The issue was also brought up at Mostly Weird, which is great because you get to see him seriously use the line "At best, critics who write about pop acts are just jacking off," a hilarious take because I wasn't aware that writing about music served any substantive purpose no matter which genre you're writing about.
posted by Mike B. at 11:49 AM
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Not that I'm the biggest Sasha Frere-Jones fan, mind, but this article on Justin quite simply nails it.
The second single—produced by Timbaland, the only man challenging the Neptunes for critical and commercial consensus—was "Cry Me a River," a complete 180 from "Like I Love You"'s jackrabbit lust. "Cry" is puppy love directed by Douglas Sirk, a CinemaScope ballad full of generous detail and disjunctive leaps and Timberlake's second consecutive hit. The song got an obvious boost from gossip columnists reading it as Justin's kiss-off to his ex, Britney Spears, but less obvious was the response from New Yorker music critic Alex Ross: "In the past year, rock critics found themselves in the faintly embarrassing position of having to hail Justin Timberlake's Justified as one of the better records of the year." The embarrassment must be Ross', as the critics didn't exhibit much. Rolling Stone gave the album four stars, and Village Voice critic Robert Christgau gave it an A-. The daily newspaper reviews were uniformly positive. But The New Yorker has a track record of approaching pop music with one hand holding its nose, so calling Timberlake an embarrassment is simply par for the course. Eustace Tilley has never been down with the kids. In fact, there is a historical trend for critics to discount hugely popular artists who sell to kids, especially girls. Sometimes, critics, borrowing a little fantasy back from the kids, like to pretend that these artists don't really exist.
Ross likes "Cry Me a River," praising its multiple layers and name-checking Duke Ellington, but the whole thing makes him uncomfortable: "In any case," he writes, "the songs on Justified aren't really Timberlake's. A dozen names appear in the credits, and it's anyone's guess how much of a song like 'Cry Me a River,' the album's best track, actually came from Timberlake's pen, if he owns one." There's probably more evidence George Bush doesn't own a pen, but Ross is making a funny. We salute that. But still, the crack is pure ideology. The Beatles, whom he praises, were a big collaborative pileup, so why would Ross object to Timberlake collaborating with Timbaland? There are just three writing credits on "Cry Me a River," one more than most Beatle songs: Timberlake, Timbaland, and keyboardist Scott Storch. Storch isn't a singer, and Timbaland usually relies on partners for pop songwriting. The most likely source, then, for "River"'s gorgeous harmonies is Timberlake himself. Throw on his previous work and you can hear it. The nimble rhythms and long vocal phrases Timberlake wrote for three of 'N Sync's best songs—"Pop," "Girlfriend," and "Gone"—are very different from the fierce, clipped vocals Timbaland favors on Missy Elliott's Under Construction. What "Cry" sounds exactly like is half Timberlake, half Timbaland. Timberlake tells us as much in the press kit: "As soon as Timbaland made that beat, I started humming this crazy melody. I really wanted one section of the song to follow that staccato rhythm, but wanted the other parts to feel like something new."
I'm too lazy to paste in all the links and italics, so go to the article for the full effect--there's lots more good stuff there. (Incidentally, Sasha: "Quick—think of a single solo disc by a famous producer … that's any good. We'll wait." John Cale, my friend. To say nothing of Eno's solo work.)
The whole thing addresses the "rockist" bias in, well, rock criticism, which is not all that surprising given its roots in Bangs/Christgau/Meltzer/Marcus/Wenner, the writes of the round table that forged "serious" rock-crit from whole cloth back in the "golden age," which currently is the 60's and which will be the 80's in another twenty years. (Just you wait.) What happened then though--and no one seems too eager to admit this--was as much a function of the business of music as the art of it. If you were a record company, and you're used to having to negotiate with generally very business-savvy songwriters (the producers of yesteryear) for publishing rights, given the opportunity to deal only with naive artists who also happen to write their own songs, which would you prefer? Which one would be easier to take advantage of? Hell, which one has been easier to take advantage of? The sudden shift in the 60's to music primarily played by the songwriters (Elvis v. the Beatles) and the newfound sense of legitimacy this conveyed was partially because the songs were better, sure. But while the songwriter-as-songwriter function persisted, it had become debased. Even if a songwriter could produce better songs than most artists, he was still a hack, a talentless nobody churning out tunes for cash instead of the love of the music. And then in the 80's this started to become the producer's job, to help write the songs, and here, too, the image of debased gun-for-hire persisted. If you're such a good songwriter, the logic went, why not just play and sing the song yourself? Well, because it can be better sung by someone else, of course.
So respect the song, my rockist bretheren, and the writers who write 'em. Don't be fooled by transparency into thinking it's legitimacy, and don't assume you know so much about the biz that you can make informed assumptions about the songwriting process of pop. It's easier to analyze personalities, sure, but sometimes the song matters more.
Simon Reynolds semi-replies here, and ends up touching on one of Sasha's pet subjects, race. (Ah, those Brits.) But what I think is more interesting is his previous entry, which quotes Nietzsche and talks about pop-ism as close to rock-ism:
Adolescence without hang-ups--what's the point? This is why I believe Pop-ism is a lot closer to Hornbyism than it may realise. It's an oddly self-cornering ideology, progressively eliminating more and more of what actually is good and worth celebrating about pop (freak characters, innovator producers, sonic weirdness) as rockist criteria, residues of crypto-auteurism that must be purged.
...which is funny because, right after talking about pop-ism's assailing of indie-snobbery as a straw man argument, he gives us this: one of the biggest straw-man arguments I've encountered. Since when does popism (outside of Sasha, who as I say, I'm no great fan of) try to exclude things? My whole point about pop--and that of lots of other people too, near as I can tell, Tom Ewing included--is that the beauty of pop is in its inclusiveness. This, after all, is what Simon likes about rave culture (I think) and yet he comes out strongly against "dilettantism" and sees honor in sticking to one narrow area of the musical spectrum. And that's fine, I guess, but I think there's a pretty big contradiction there. I don't know which popists he's encountered who get all snobby about rockist criteria sneaking into pop music, but I think the point of the popists is that, as Simon says, they're ex-rockists, and so those particular set of values are assumed, are already there to be employed when useful; the diference is that instead of being the only standard, the exclusionary measure, they are simply one tool in the enjoyment arsenal. We judge Dylan by the rockist criteria; we judge Missy by the popist. And sometimes we switch 'em, just to see what happens, and if there's a useful take on the whole thing there.
So I'd be with Simon if he were to point out popists who were being snobby like this, but frankly, I don't entirely see it. Unless he wants to bring up Beat Happening again, in which case I'm with him all the way--but I most definitely think that the NYPLM crew of popists aren't anything like Calvin Johnson and his posse of the unholy undead. Beat Happening is a good example of popism gone to horrible extremes, to be sure.
Incidentally, the pop-as-inclusiveness theme nicely counters the main thrust of Simon's post, i.e. that popism is just another (fairly traditional) move in Da Discourse and "an option available to uber-hipsters who want to distance themselves from middlebrow peers." (Horrors!) Because--ha ha ha--we don't care if we're uber-hipsters. That's fine! We don't hate indie kids, we just want them to be happier. I don't want anyone to stop liking Godsmack (or whatever), I just want them to start liking Nelly and euro-pop. Call me a hipster all you want, man, I'm cool with that. Just dance to the damn music, OK?
UPDATE: If you've gotten this far, it's probably worth reading K-Punk's comments on the whole thing.
Oops, I really need to go to bed.
posted by Mike B. at 12:09 AM
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Tuesday, August 26, 2003
Toby Keith, hearteningly, is feeling a bit ambiguous about the war (non-subscription text here):
Away from the firepower of the stage, this fighting man from Oklahoma said that he has decided to call a cease-fire in his ugly feud with the Dixie Chicks ("We had fun with it, but I'm just done with it"), that he still has lingering questions about the necessity of the war in Iraq ("Honestly, I'm still doing the math on that") and that he wonders whether the hit song, "(Courtesy of the Red, White and Blue) The Angry American," has typecast him ("People think I bang the war drum, and that's not me").
"Look, my stance is I pick and choose my wars. This war here [in Iraq], the math hasn't worked out for me on it. But I'm smart enough to know there's people smarter than me. [National security advisor] Condoleezza Rice, [Secretary of State] Colin Powell, George Bush — this is their job, and I have to trust in them. I support the commander in chief and the troops."
Keith took a long pause to consider his words, and then added: "I was for Afghanistan, 100%. We got struck and the Taliban needed to be exterminated, but this war here, in Iraq, I didn't necessarily have it all worked out. It didn't work out for me. I know a tyrant is gone and all of that, but whether it was our duty to go do that, well, I haven't figured that out."
But as I've asked before, how can an artist communicate this ambiguity to his audience without losing them? It's a hard proposition, and I think I have more sympathy for Toby than other people do.
posted by Mike B. at 4:38 PM
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Um. Well, apparently he's said this before:
"A dictatorship would be a heck of a lot easier, there's no question about it."
—George W. Bush, July 27, 2001
Boy oh boy.
posted by Mike B. at 4:14 PM
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Josh Marshall:
That should go over well.
Back during the British mandate period, there was a pipeline that shipped oil from Kirkuk to the Israeli port city of Haifa. The pipeline is still there. But, for what are probably obvious reasons, it's sat unused since 1948. As we reported in late April, the possibility of reopening the pipeline was being actively discussed in Israel, by members of Ahmed Chalabi's Iraqi National Congress, and by certain persons in the US government.
Now Ha'aretz has reported that the Israeli Prime Minister's office has asked for and received from a "senior Pentagon official" a telegram asking the Israelis to investigate financial and technical questions relating to refitting and restarting the pipeline. According to Ha'aretz, the Prime Minister's office "views the pipeline to Haifa as a "bonus" the U.S. could give to Israel in return for its unequivocal support for the American-led campaign in Iraq."
Now, given that one of the Iraqis' big suspicions is that we're after their oil, you might think that rerouting almost half of the country's oil through Israel, and using a pipeline last used when Palestine was ruled by the British, might at least create some perception problems.
But that doesn't seem to be all of it. That oil from the Kirkuk oil fields is now transhipped through Turkey. And folks in government circles in Jerusalem seem to think that these American hints about the Kirkuk to Haifa pipeline are, as Ha'aretz says, part of an "attempt to apply pressure on Turkey."
This deserves more attention. Why are we even remotely considering this scheme to send half of Iraq's oil through Israel? And why do we seem to be trying to sow discord between two of our most important allies in the region?
Good point.
posted by Mike B. at 3:05 PM
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Um...did I just read this right?
"Even the president is not omnipotent," Mr. Bolten [White House budget director and formerly Mr. Bush's chief domestic policy adviser] said of the House opposition to the AmeriCorps money. "Would that he were. He often says that life would be a lot easier if it were a dictatorship. But it's not, and he's glad it's a democracy."
He's...uh, he's being sarcastic there, right?
posted by Mike B. at 11:55 AM
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This one's for Matt:
During a break at the New Pornographers show tonight, they had a Q&A session. There were some lame things about Canada and some random song requests, so I yelled, "What's your favorite song on the radio right now?"
Rather quickly, Kurt-the-drummer answered: "Shania Twain! Oh, that's embarassing, but I love that Shania song. It sounds like Abba or something."
"Yeah," Carl said, "we were just talking about this. When you hear a halfway-decent song on the radio, you have to be real supportive, like with a retarded kid. 'Oh, there you go, that's a good job!'"
Then they told some stories about Newfoundland (?) and did a rather lackluster version of "Ballad of a Comeback Kid," which is too bad really as it's my favorite song on the album. At any rate, it's an interesting comment.
The show was good overall, but the crowd was annoyingly lackluster. The rondo in "Testament to Youth in Verse" was really really good. They covered, pretty clearly without any preparation, three (!) Journey songs during the second encore, prompted by someone's random comment. They all seemed very comfortable--at times it felt like we were sitting in on a rehersal. Very nice. More dancing next time though, you New Yorkers.
posted by Mike B. at 1:10 AM
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Monday, August 25, 2003
Best bit of the generally-good Salon article on Snoop Dogg:
We're waiting on Snoop at a small house in the Valley, where he'll shoot a segment for one of his final Jimmy Kimmel appearances. Crew members are discussing last night's show, which featured Snoop and the rapper he toured with this summer, the enormously successful performer credited with the recent East-Coast rebirth of gangsta rap: 50 Cent. "Is Snoop a real gangster?" one staffer asks me. Before I can respond, another staffer interjects. "You know who's a real gangster? That 50 Cent." All nod in reverent silence.
Several bodyguards arrive at the house; others arrive later with Snoop, who's running on what Abbott calls "Snoop time." One bodyguard regales me with stories of his trip to Brazil, where Snoop was shooting the video for "Beautiful." The video has a different aesthetic from Snoop's previous video, which served up gangsta delights: blue bandannas, low-riders, and an abusive LAPD officer. The bandanna, however, was worn by a Snoop doll; the low-rider was an outrageous Snoop DeVille; and the officer a comic dwarf. If 50 Cent's aesthetic is "real," used as an un-ironic epithet even in a post-postmodern era ("50 is real, so he does real things," reads his Web site), Snoop's is so deliberately artificial it's camp.
Yeah, "real." Hahaha.
On the other hand, the article kind of reads like it was written for some other publication, doesn't it? It's got more of an Esquire tone than a Salon tone.
posted by Mike B. at 3:33 PM
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Atrios writes:
A few people rightfully took me to task for not mentioning the critical role that Bob Herbert played in helping get some belated justice for the Tulia defendants. Kudos to Mr. Herbert.
More generally, I don't understand why we don't see more of this kind of thing. We have numerous columnists with twice weekly soapboxes in national newspapers. Once upon a time there was, I believe, a greater tendency for our media to focus on the "little guy" versus "the powerful." Maybe this was the much exaggerated "liberal media." I'm not sure why that's such a liberal thing to do - comforting the afflicted and afflicting the comfortable seems to cut across political spectrum.
...which is funny, because I was just reading Bob's column and thinking that he always seems to go after fairly safe causes--the unjustly accused, preparation for a terrorist attack, etc.--and wondering why the only black columnist the Times has plays it so close to the chest. Well, that's the Times for you, I guess.
But regardless, there's no denying that the causes Herbert does champion are good ones, and Atrios makes a good point. To expand on it, though, I think the tradition of columnists trying to Help Out The Little Guy has not disappeared, but shifted. Newspaper columnists at outfits big and small are still very much interested in focusing attention on small-scale or individual events in local communities, in bringing the overlooked story to light--in other words, writing critical human-interest stories--but the impetus and the desired outcome have now changed. Whereas before the HOTLG story was written out of a sense of injustice and the desired outcome was a fair resolution to the situation, righting the power imbalance one case at a time, what you see now take the form of "outrages of the week!" and don't seem designed to actually, well, do anything besides further deepen people's faith in institutions. I think you know the kind of story I'm talking about. Conservative bloggers are real fond of these. The woman sues McDonald's because their coffee caused horrible burns all over her lower body; the campus conservative gets hauled before the judicial board for barging into a women's studies meeting; etc., etc. It's no accident that these stories often revolve around tort or liability cases and campus speech codes, while more often than not venturing into racial issues, etc.
The problem is, of course, that they don't seem to actually care what happens to The Little Guys in these cases. (It's also problematic that they're getting "outraged" about things that should, at best, provoke mild annoyance--you'd think they'd be used to the fact that there are unintelligent people out there--but that's a whole other issue.) Partially this is because they're often siding with the big institutions in the court cases, which directly contravenes the principles of the genre of HOTLG stories, but even in the case of the campus speech codes, where they're ostensibly siding on behalf of the individuals, it seems weird that free-market conservatives would try and force an independent institution which the individual has voluntarily placed himself under the care of to change its self-created rules. So it seems less like they want resolution in these independent cases and more that they want the bigger issues resolved--but even here, I don't think that's the case. The continued existence of campus speech codes, for instance, galvanizes recruitment efforts and provides a way to demonize anyone coming out of academia. The ability of individuals to sue institutions is a key weapon in the conservative arsenal, and without it, these sort of issues might be resolved in the legislature instead, which would be horrible, of course. They don't want change, they just want to score points, to work up more "outrage," to build a cause qua cause by deligitimizing institutions. In other words, they're performing that signature conservative slight-of-hand of appearing apolitical but doing so in a deeply political and partisan way--attempting to bring down the government for their own personal gain.
These stories are examples of what I like to call "Andrea Yates stories." They're widely reported and widely debated but they don't actually mean anything; no one's going to argue that killing your kids is OK. It's just news-as-entertainment, something to debate about to make ourselves feel like we're participating. And that's OK--I don't want to trash news-as-entertainment, which I think is peachy keen. But I do think that in reporting these stories, our commentators could have a bit better political perspective. And I don't just mean a liberal one.
This is all tied up in the state of political humor today--and, indeed, a lot of these "outrage of the week" stories end up being grist for the late-night-show-monologue mill. Because a lot of comedians take shots at political issues and would probably describe various jokes as "political," but they would also loudly claim to hate both parties and politicians in general. And that's stupid. But moreover, that's not political humor--that's just bitching. Political humor would take a stance, act as argument, present something to be attacked or defended. It would not simply put everything down like the stereotype of a cynical Gen-X slacker while purporting not to care about the whole business. Denis Miller, for instance, is the political version of an insult comedian. "Your policy sucks--aaaah, I'm just kiddin' guy, hey he's a good sport, give the guy a round of applause." It may be funny sometimes, but it ain't political.
Speaking of good HOTLG columnists, here is a fucking awesome Jimmy Breslin column.
posted by Mike B. at 3:32 PM
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