Tuesday, August 31, 2004
Oh yeah, also, here's a new review on Flagpole, for the Badly Drawn Boy album. I indulge myself. I like it.
posted by Mike B. at 6:36 PM
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Thanks for the link, Slate/Eric W.
To new visitors: hi. Yes, I'm only up to number three. Yes, there's been a wee hiatus. Yes, the rest will be coming soon. Stick around.
posted by Mike B. at 5:16 PM
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Friday, August 20, 2004
I'm going to [insert cliche about posting something and asking for feedback]. Anyone ever heard of Music America? Who apparently have trademarked the phrase "experience freedom"? Sound good? Bad? Anything?
posted by Mike B. at 2:25 PM
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I just want to add a few comments to what Sasha already said about the "lit-rock" article he pointed out. First, a few corrections...
Despite any stigma, in recent years such authors as Denis Johnson (Jesus' Son),
mystery writer Carl Hiaasen, gonzo journalist Hunter S. Thompson and Canada's
Guy Vanderhaeghe have become backstage Cyranos, putting words in the mouths of
those with better voices and bigger hair. Since they've been brought up, I might as well mention that in addition to the fairly recent Warren Zevon album "My Ride's Here" in which he co-writes songs with the middle two authors above as well as a bunch of other lit-folks, Carl Hiassen actually co-wrote two songs with Zevon way back in 1995 on his album Mutineer. Also, one might bring up Kurt Weill's songs, which there are two whole albums' worth of rock-ish people covering. (In the first link, you could do a lot worse than track down Burroughs' version of "What Keeps Mankind Alive?" which a) kicks ass, and b) is a poet covering a playwright's song.)
For a project they had assumed had great crossover appeal, Hearst and Camp were
shocked to find that their biggest challenge was to get a distributor. Company
after company passed because they were unsure whether to handle it as music or a
book. So much for corporate synergy. "Everyone," says Hearst, "was terrified of
it." Uh, yeah, that's the reason guys; it has nothing to do with the fact that you're an accordian-based band that doesn't have a song as good as "Birdhouse in Your Soul." Trust me, people are not terrified of lit-music crossovers. For instance, there will presently come out a "best-of" CD of Al Franken's radio show. It is on a record label, but it also is a CD by an author. How to handle it? Well, pretty easy actually-- put out the CD with the regular barcode for music stores, and then make a slipcase with an ISBN number for bookstores.
What's the difference? Well, he's Al Franken and you're OneRingZero. Names ultimately are nice but not the be-all and end-all--it's about quality too, isn't it? I doubt they were terrified of it because there would be marketing issues--whatever, you pitch it special to Barnes and Noble and NPR and go from there, no sweat. They were maybe more terrified of it because they did not think the music and/or lyrics were, you know, worth selling. But what do I know? From the few times I've seen them, they were kind of unimpressive, but who knows? I'd have to hear the album.
More broadly, though, I think the notion that having writer-writers write lyics is an idea that's both obvious and foolishly overlooked is just silly, like saying, "Well, why can't novel writers write good sitcom scripts?" For the same reason Andrew WK (god bless him) might not be able to make a good trad-jazz album, foo'--they're totally different genres.
I'm speaking from experience here. When I first started writing songs, I tried fitting poems or otherwise pre-written things in, and they very rarely worked. To be honest, I think that lyrics-wise I really only wrote three or four really good songs until after I graduated college (and, coincidentally, concluded my creative writing degree)--I hit this very clear (in my mind anyway) breakthrough in October 2001 where I suddenly felt like, oh yeah, this is how you write songs. It can be difficult to get your mind around the form and the conventions of lyric-writing.
Of course, as much as certain lyricists would have you believe otherwise, there is a definite connection between fiction writing and lyric writing. It's fair to make the expected comparison to a sonnet: the form is there and constrains you to a certain degree, but what you put into it is unlimited. So as long as you throw certain key words, sounds, and inflections in there, you can write a convincing rock song about either some girl you like or an abused dog who finds religion. (Say.) Literary fiction (or gonzo journalism, or comic crime novels, or whatever) have their own conventions, and these will certainly shape what you choose to write lyrics about as well as how you say it. For instance, I think it's very fair to say that the particular eye for details in Mountain Goats songs is specifically in the style of short stories, whereas Stephin Merritt's writing is pretty specifically in the tradition of high-pop lyricism, just as 50 Cent's is in the tradition of hip-hop lyricism, Justin Hawkins' is in the tradition of hard-rock lyricism, etc. Neither of them draw particular styles from outside.
And, regrettably, neither do writers, by and large. Of course, this can work out OK sometimes, because you can take a good piece of prose-poetry and put good music behind and have it turn out quite well, as Tom Waits' various spoken-word songs have amply proved. But you couldn't, for instance, have Pauly Shore read a passage from Raymond Carver over a happy hardcore beat and reasonably expect it to sound good, and this is an exaggerated version of what's happening with some of these collaborations. On the Warren Zevon album, for instance, while there's one or two good tracks (Thompson's "You're a Whole Different Person When You're Scared," with a kind of Burroughs-y bent, and Paul Muldoon's "My Ride's Here"), by and large it does sound a whole heck of a lot like rock lyrics written by novel writers, and that's not really a good thing. The material does not match the voice, for one thing, and the sound of it is all of, although perhaps this is merely evidence that he should have gone with more poets. But by and large, I think this is the case. There's a specific trick to writing rock lyrics, which even I have a hard time articulating, and this track, as my dad likes to say, they don't got.
Of course, maybe I'm faulting the wrong people; certainly classical composers have been setting texts to music for hundreds of years now, to often stunning result, so there's no particular reason why a talented songwriter/arranger couldn't come up with something to fit. But, you know the writer tries to skew rock, the music tries to skew literary, and they kind of miss each other in the middle. No harm, no foul, but maybe the lesson is, as I learned, that you may be a decent writer, but like with writing fiction, it takes a lot of false starts and bad results and practice to write a good set of lyrics.
ADDENDUM: Re "better voices and bigger hair" which I meant to comment on earlier: Hunter S. Thompson, for one, has a better voice and is a bigger goddamn rock star than any musician discussed thus far. (OK, except for the self-writers Hawkins, Merrit, and Cent.) This is not really the issue, and I think (as Atwood does, although I sort of disagree with her too) that it's actually a case of writers wanting to try out a new form, and it wouldn't necessarily be much different if they were writing a TV voice-over or a cereal box blurb; there's maybe just a bit more enticement here, but then again again I wouldn't all OneRingZero (no offense fellas) glamorous. Know what I mean? Nor is Mr. Zevon, like him though I do. Rock 'n' roll is more fun than novel-writing, in the main, but it's not necessarily more rewarding or anything. People would probably be more interested in a Dave Eggers album than an album in which Dave Eggers writes lyrics. And Dave could do it, with hair like that (since hair was brought up, I mean).
Oh, also also, I did heard 1R0 back up Moody once, and it was fairly horrible from what I remember. It was the worst spoken-word performance of our generation.
posted by Mike B. at 11:15 AM
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eoA few additions and corrections before I launch into it:
I don't know why I didn't subtitle this "Hippie Detritus." Oh well. You always snap back hardest 6 hours later.
And, of course, the below programme did not run last night, at least in the US. (I believe it did in the UK.[1]) Instead, there was some bullshit about Kerry's Vietnam service, and not even good bullshit. And, of course, no mention that it's the one-year anniversary of the bombing of the UN building in Iraq. Well, I guess it wasn't that important of an event anyway.
UPDATE: Maggie sez:
"I guess the ABC Nightline was displaced bysome breaking news on Kerry...They won't tell me whenit will be on but maybe tonight or early next week."
So keep checking.
[1] Instead of "the UK" I initially wrote "Brooklyn," and I have no idea what this particular Freudian slip means.
posted by Mike B. at 11:05 AM
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Wednesday, August 18, 2004
Hello all--I'll get back to posting soon. But for now, I just wanted to mention that you should watch Nightline on ABC tomorrow (Thursday the 19th) at 11:35. Because I'm lazy-slash-busy, here's the description I e-mailed out to some of my fav politics blogs. Maggie's wedding (mentioned below) was the reason I was in England, as it happens.
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The filmmaker is named Maggie Loescher. Her father is Gil Loescher and he...well, he did a lot of things, but broadly speaking, he was an expert on refugee and asylum issues. ( Fairly good bio here.) He has taught at Notre Dame and is currently a doctoral advistor at Oxford, he's written various books on refugee issues, etc., etc.
In August 2003 he was in the UN building in Baghdad, in a meeting with Sergio Vieira de Mello, the UN's special envoy to Iraq. While there, the building was, as you doubtless know, bombed. Everyone in the room died except for Gil, who after being caught by his legs in the rubble and hanging upside-down for two hours, was airlifted to an Army base in Germany and had his legs amputated below the knee.
Today he's made a remarkably recovery--when I saw him two weeks ago he was fully functional and, in addition to beginning a book on the subject of long-term refugee situations (!), he walked his daughter, Maggie, down the aisle at her wedding, which was...well, I don't really have good words for it, but it was very moving. He's written a story about it for the Notre Dame alumni mag.
The movie itself focuses partially on Gil himself but also on the issue of the bombing of the UN building itself and includes interviews Maggie conducted with many of the people involved, including Kofi Anaan if I'm recalling correctly. From what I understand, it's a remarkable documentary, and she told me that ABC said (although this may simply be hype) that this is the first time Nightline has ever just bought a documentary and shown it straight, although it will be edited for time constraints; Maggie is trying to get the full version shown at film festivals this fall. The Nightline version will run on August 19, which is the one-year anniversary of the bombing.
So anyway, I don't know if you're regular Nightline viewers or not, but this one might be worth checking out.
posted by Mike B. at 4:48 PM
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Friday, August 06, 2004
This may be of interest to some in terms of the ongoing RIAA/piracy debate. Here is the form the (probably) biggest CD manufacterer in the country requires you to fill out before they will replicate your stuff. And it's not just a formality--they then research who owns the copyright.
posted by Mike B. at 11:57 AM
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Thursday, August 05, 2004
OK, one more interruption: my review of Blueberry Boat is up on Flagpole, if you're interested. I should have maybe warmed up with some other review first as I'm a bit rusty on the short-form, but I'm pretty happy with it.
posted by Mike B. at 4:22 PM
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Breaking my silence briefly here to wish Matthew a happy birthday! May the RIAA stay away from you for many years.
posted by Mike B. at 10:41 AM
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Wednesday, August 04, 2004
Some state-of-the-blog notes:
1) I'm about to leave for a trip to the UK. I will leave at midnight Friday and get back Wednesday evening, probably. So if anyone in Oxford (Sat & Sun) or London (Mon-Wed) wants to get together, drop me a line before I leave and we can try and work something out. (No Belgium this trip, sorry Mwanji!)
2) I would love to get some guest-bloggers in here in the meantime, so if you're interested, let me know in the comment box or via e-mail and we'll see what's up. Anyone interested? Jesse? Jason? Dad? Chris? Tim? Brooks? Casper? Beau? (har.) Gooblar? Hunter? Someone else? The blog currently gets over 200 visitors a day, so this could be a good opportunity. Or a crappy one, who's to say. Posts welcome on whatever.
3) You have perhaps noticed that the posting volume has gone down lately. For once, this is not due to my own laziness, but to external factors that have made it very difficult to post here. Combined with the various things I need to do to get ready to leave on vacation, I think I'm going to put a hold on the ol' blog for the time being. This is very frustrating, as I have three fairly major posts to make in addition to any Blueberry Boat posts, but that's how it's gotta be for now. Hopefully everything will ease up in a bit, and I promise the BB series will come to completion, but this is going to have to take a backseat for a week or so. I will still get a few posts up on guestblogger week at Fluxblog, though.
posted by Mike B. at 11:22 AM
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Tuesday, August 03, 2004
Two little things about two of the usual suspects:
- The Scissor Sisters album was released last week, and for some reason it doesn't have any bonus tracks, which is really annoying. Rapture-syndrome ahoy, I worry. It's nice to pretend like we all didn't get the album off Soulseek a friggin' year ago, but seriously record company, give me the slightest impetus to buy it and I will. This, however, is not doing it.
- The new Fiery Furnaces single seems to have made its way to the US now, and can be picked up in Virgin for $4 (and less elsewhere I'm sure). It's also on a new comp entitled The Rough Trade Field Guide to Music, which title may or may not be a deliberate ILM reference. The comp also includes the single version of "Tropical Ice-Land" as well as tracks by the decent Art Brut, some Pete-from-the-Libertines side/main project called Wolfman, Hal, Eastern Lane, Aberfeldy, and "Cornershop presents Bubbley Kaur." Having not read the NME much lately, I'm a little mystified to who some of these folks are. At any rate, it's $9, and has been good so far.
posted by Mike B. at 3:17 PM
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Monday, August 02, 2004
Krist Novoselic has written a book. It is called Of Grunge & Government: Let's Fix This Broken Democracy! It is described as follows: "One part memoir, one part political platform." This is kind of exciting. You can read the first chapter here.
posted by Mike B. at 6:20 PM
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I was just on hold at a fairly major music publishing company and the music was, swear to god, the audio portion of what sounded like an Arnold Schwarzenegger workout tape. And I think the background music was Styx. I was on hold for about 2 minutes and when they finally got back to me I was sort of shell-shocked.
posted by Mike B. at 2:19 PM
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Sunday, August 01, 2004
Do you need a Ghostface History Lesson? Clicky clicky little ricky.
Do you want a Spider Man Guitar with real animal sounds such as Frog, Duck, and Horse? Also clicky.
posted by Mike B. at 10:46 AM
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