Friday, July 30, 2004
Here's my ballot for the best of the last five years, if you're interested:
My favourite albums (in order of pref.):
01. 45pts The Fiery Furnaces - Gallowsbird Bark
02. 40pts Andrew WK - I Get Wet
03. 36pts The New Pornographers - Electric Version
04. 32pts Lightning Bolt - Wonderful Rainbow
05. 28pts The Scissor Sisters - Scissor Sisters
06. 24pts PJ Harvey - Stories From The City Stories From The Sea
07. 20pts The Yeah Yeah Yeahs - Fever To Tell
08. 16pts The Rapture - Echoes
09. 13pts The Streets - A Grand Don't Come For Free
10. 10pts Kanye West - College Dropout
11. 7pts Mclusky - Mclusky Do Dallas
12. 5pts Sufjan Stevens - Greetings From Michigan
13. 3pts Max Tundra - Mastered By Guy At Exchange
14. 2pts Interpol - Turn On The Bright Lights
15. 1pt Eminem - The Marshall Mathers LP
My favourite tracks (in order of pref.):
01. 45pts Eminem - Stan
02. 40pts New Pornographers - Letter From An Occupant
03. 36pts Outkast - Hey Ya!
04. 32pts Missy Elliott - Get Ur Freak On
05. 28pts Andrew WK - Party Hard
06. 24pts Destiny's Child - Say My Name
07. 20pts LCD Soundsystem - Losing My Edge
08. 16pts Liz Phair - Extraordinary
09. 13pts McClusky - Lightsabre Cocksucking Blues
10. 10pts Animal Collective - Who Could Win A Rabbit
11. 7pts The Yeah Yeah Yeahs - Our Time
12. 5pts Lumidee - Never Leave You (Uh Oh)
13. 3pts Loretta Lynn - Van Lear Rose
14. 2pts Lil Jon & The Eastside Boys ft Ying-Yang Twinz - Get Low
15. 1pt Shellac - A Prayer To God Please note that you have a limited selection to choose from, and like Steve said, some very odd omissions, especially in tracks, where I sometimes could find the artist but not the song I wanted to vote for. (One example: "Extrordinary" instead of "Rock Me" or "Why Can't I"? Weeeeird.) So this doesn't represent my actual preferences altogether, although it was kind of interesting to try and figure it out. Indeed, not a bad five years...
posted by Mike B. at 6:44 PM
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TRANSITIONS
Let us bid a fond farewell to Mr. Beau Esselle, and here's hoping his retirement is as short as certain other folks'. Where will I go now for my hip-hop MP3s? Where will I go to laugh at people injuring themselves, or doing spell-bindingly nerdy things?
And let us welcome back Mr. Vacation himself, Mwanji! Dude, I want to go to Martinique.
posted by Mike B. at 10:49 AM
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A few notes on The Mae Shi:
1) I think it's fair to say that one of the things musicblogs are concerned with is exposing and/or avoiding the kind of backslapping bullshit the hard-copy music press is known for, partially by putting music fans in direct, peer-level contact with music journos. It's also fair to say that a large part of the appeal of MP3 blogs comes from the impression that their curators have just happened upon the song in question. But I assume that most bloggers heard about the Mae Shi the same way I did, i.e. by having them send me an e-mail asking if I wanted a copy of the CD. So is it fair not to note this in a post about them? When information about a band comes directly from a label or promoter or the band itself, is it really in the spirit of a musicblog not to note that? I'm really asking this, because mainly I don't care, but I know that some people really do. And I'm certainly not doubting that the music had a genuine appeal. But it does seem to be something worth considering.
2) That said, the mix that Sean links to really is quite good. At its best, it's clearly free-associating, with obvious links between the songs. (Sorta like the Random 100.) The various resonances between hi-hat offbeat sounds in track 14 is particularly nice.
3) Did I miss the part where Thurston Moore decreed that all noise rock album covers have to be pastel? I mean, come on, folks.
ADDENDUM: 4) It was very cute that the band (or, I suppose, some remarkably DIY-aping publicist) sent me a burn of the album. Gotta love that. Also gotta love that they intentionally sent their stuff to MP3blogs! Although I guess when you have 30+ tracks, you can afford to give away a few.
posted by Mike B. at 8:37 AM
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Thursday, July 29, 2004
BB #03: BLUEBERRY BOAT
Intro, one, two.
STRUCTURE
The general outline is that it starts off with an intro, does a quick intro verse, transitions into the main verse melody after a break, does two verse/chorus pairs and another verse, then 2 breaks, then the intro, a verse, another 2 breaks, 2 verse/chorus pairs, and ends with two breaks. So this one's a bit more complicated than the rest, but really, if you chopped off that first section and took away all but 2 of the breaks, which could be bridges anyway, you'd just have a lot of verse/chorus pairs, and in this way it's a bit like a Gallowbird's song with extra breaks thrown in.
We start off with the intro, which for my money is one of the best hooks on the album. After a great little bit of keyboard noise, a distorted drum machine beat kicks in for two bars, and then the great synth line drops on top of that. I'm having a hard time figuring out how the intro relates to the rest of the song (although, again, I'm not in a position to play an instrument, so I'm doing this by ear). In a lot of these songs the intro seems like a differently-arranged but melodically/chorally similar version of some other part of the song. The switches between intro and other things work great here, but is that because of crash edits or an actual harmonic similarity? I don't know. But I do know that the intro kicks ass. The distortion on the drums sends the snare skittering through the mix when it hits, the detuning on the (presumably multiple) synth lines gives it a rough and harsh but intense chorus effect, and the parallel line running in the left channel emphasizes the first half of the line. And then they go down a key! Awesome.
This gives way to some "whoo!" noises and rough percussion--sounds like drums, particularly kick and an open hat, miked from a distance, along with I'd guess some feet and hands doing percussion in various ways. It's recorded very nicely to contrast with the up-front dryness of the wholly synthesized intro; hearing that air makes it feel like you went into a completely different room, or, better, outside. After a few bars of this the melodic backing for the intro verse drops in, which consists of a piano and guitar doing a high, open chord on the 1, a big thump on the and of one (as the piano/guitar are muted), and a slide guitar slowly descending down from I'd say about a fifth above that chord back to the chord for the rest of the bar. Eleanor sings a melody that pretty much only consists of two notes here, as the backing runs along uninterrupted or muchly varied behind her.
Then we have a break. Except the great thing about this break is that it's actually describing the riff for the verses for the rest of the song. I think we've been trained by "Quay Cur" to expect these things not to cohere too much, and especially when we hear a break like this, with its nautical synth patch, we don't expect it to connect much to the rest of the song. So when, even better, they follow this break (the "Verse Break") with a wholly unrelated break (the "Keystone Kops Break") and we have some separation between the break and the melody it describes, I think instinctually we assume that the numerous verse to follow which use this melody are, in fact, variations on a break, rather than vice verse, and so not really verses. But do not be fooled! This arrangement does a nice job of subverting song-form expectations and making you feel a combination of lost and soothed.
This second break consists of various percussion and garbage-can melody--I hear a triangle, kick-snare combo, and what I'm guessing is a synth on a "xylophone" patch before it starts getting crazed with the addition of one of those scrapy wooden things (help?), a few bells, and a piano that gets more and more out of time and barrelhouse-y. I really like this break. Then we have kind of a recapitulation of the last break with a lower synth line, Rhodes, piano and triangle added.
Then the verse starts with a pretty smooth solo piano transition from the previous break. The verse riff consists of three pairs of lower-higher swung descending arpeggios that themselves feel like two pairs of augmented thirds, and then a little dip down a step from the higher arpeggio which it lands on for a while. There's also clearly a center tone, as in later verses the piano will just ride on one chord while other instruments describe the riff around it. There's also an open-tuned acoustic slide guitar which plays accents sometimes, and then kicks in for real with some of the same instrumentation heard in the two previous breaks right before the chorus, which consists of a higher chord (a fourth up?) with the addition of a whistling riff on top that emphasizes the nautical themes of these verses. In the verse, Eleanor sings something a lot like the two-note melody of the intro verse, but then swings up a fourth at the end of the rep, which sounds nice with the chord descending to where she's heading. In the chorus she jumps up to something near the top of her range, which sounds great, and sings another two-note melody that ends up being varied with triplets at the end of the chorus.
We have three verses and two choruses here, with the piano doing the aforementioned riding-the-chord variation on the second verse, and then we have our third break, the "Matt Break." It features, as the name indicates, Matt on vocals. The music takes a direct turn from the verse pattern (like it was all a regular song and stuff) and I think the best way to describe it is that it goes the opposite direction of the verse riff after starting in a similar place, joins up briefly, and then falls away. Specifically, it starts with a muted chord and a descending melody that follows the vocal line, both on electric piano as the whole sections is, which then jumps up and alternates between two notes for 2 bars before dipping down to the previous chord with a lower, 2-note vocal line and then dips down even further with the vocal line dipping proportionately, and the right hand follows the vocals. I hear it as IV-I-IV-iii, but I could be wrong, although I'm pretty sure that's an alternation between the root note and the second on the second chord there. This all repeats twice.
Then we're in another break, which 'm going to call the "Bittersweet Drinking Break." The tempo slows in preparation, I think, for the next section, and like the previous break, everything is very focused on the melody, which is held in the vocals but echoed in a whistley synth line and then reiterated with a more forceful synth part after the vocals end. I also think there's a nice metrical transition here, with the previous part keeping the one-two feel of the rest of the song but grouping itself into 6 beats rather than 4, and so when we have the tempo change here, there's almost a triplet feeling. Very nice.
And then, boom! Back into the intro. Awesome. I like the intro.
The intro lasts about 1.5 times as long as it did at the beginning of the song, and then we pretty much charge right back into the verse. Except it's a short verse, only eight seconds long (as compared to, say, 30 seconds each for verses 2 and 3). It's quieter than the previous verses and certainly a lot quieter than the intro, hushed really, and I hear an added autoharp, although maybe I just missed that before.
This leads into the fifth (!) break of the song, which I'm going to pretty obviously call the "Pirate Break." It's very tense, featuring at the outset only a plunked, augmented piano triad on the first beat and very light, distantly miked hand percussion--maybe some muted guitar strings being struck, or a foot setting and releasing the piano resonator. It builds by adding a gong, another piano chiming a different chord on the first beat and then adding another one on the third.
We then have a quick change into what feels like, to me, a whole different break, given the way it less dissipates the energy of the Pirate Break and more just totally ignores it, like a cross-cut between men with knives in their teeth climbing up the side of a ship and sailors calmly enjoying the ocean breeze. This being the breeze part, let's call it the "Sailing Break." It's really a piano solo, with the left hand playing the verse progression and the right hand soloing over it. The only interesting thing here is the way the sort of haphazard, out-of-time soloing recalls Matt's guitar soloing technique (most on display in "Paw Paw Tree"), but aside from that, let's move on.
We have now come to almost the end of the song and have only six more sections left. Which is sort of funny, but I think it's fair to say in regards to this song. At any rate, first comes a verse/chorus pair, with not much change, although the piano does ride the chord a bit before going into the riff and then the chorus. There might also be a bit more slide, and the whistle riff is more muted in the chorus, and there's a bass double on the main riff as we go back into the verse.
This final verse is simply fantastic. It totally abandons the riff and instead centers on the main chord until it jumps up at the very end. The various string instruments describe the tonal with little slide dips down and back up at the end of every bar, and halfway through the piano drops in, really riding the chord, and the percussion builds. Then everything stops but continues to resonate through the final bar of the chorus, which Eleanor sings a capella, before crashing in once on "boat" and then pausing for about a bar and a half. I love this because it was the only thing besides the intro that really struck me the first few times I listened to the song (after Matthew posted it), but somehow, hearing the ending, and the subsequent resolution in the final chorus, made me want to hear the rest of the story, to figure it out. It's that simultaneous reduction and build, and that great pause 8 minutes into a 9 minute song where there really aren't many breaks just nails it home, especially as the vocal line reduces to subtle variations on the same pitch and Eleanor delivers it very forcefully, with the same resolve we hear in the character. More on this later, obviously.
Then the vocal part of the song concludes with a final chorus, again with not a whole lot of musical variation from previous choruses, but with a very strong delivery on the vocals.
Then there's pretty much a crash cut into our seventh break of the song, the "Stringy Break," which consists almost wholly of a semi-atonal left-hand piano riff shadowed by a two-step melody done on synth strings. Both riffs are doubled for a while by other sounds.
Finally, there's the eighth and last break of the song, the "Wander Break," which as the name suggests pretty much totally consists of a synth line wandering around.
In chart form:
0:00-0:30 Intro
0:31-1:31 Intro Verse
1:32-1:39 Break 1 (Verse Break)
1:40-2:17 Break 2 (Keystone Kops Break)
2:18-2:31 Break 1 recapitulation
2:32-3:06 Verse 1
3:07-3:13 Chorus
3:14-3:49 Verse 2
3:50-3:56 Chorus
3:57-4:20 Verse 3
4:21-4:55 Break 3 (Matt Break)
4:56-5:23 Break 4 (Bittersweet Drinking Break)
5:24-6:10 Intro recapitulation
6:11-6:19 Verse 4
6:20-6:50 Break 5 (Pirate Break)
6:51-7:17 Break 6 (Sailing Break)
7:18-7:26 Verse 5
7:27-7:34 Chorus
7:35-8:06 Verse 6
8:07-8:13 Chorus
8:14-8:47 Break 7 (Stringy Break)
8:48-9:09 Break 8 (Wander Break)
Some notes on all this:
The transitions here seem less overdubbed or edited-together than mostly organic, almost orchestral in their way. They might indeed require a conductor to accomplish (especially the first four minutes or so), but they could be done. Moreso than a lot of other rock songs that might claim to be, this achieves a kind of classically structured interestingness.
There's about four or five minutes here when they're really only circling around the same two chords, which is odd, and lends the song some of its woozy, drifting character, a fact that goes along well with the subject matter.
I should be concentrating more on when particular synth patches reemerge, as I think this would be interesting.
ANALYSIS
A pretty straightforward and uninterrupted story here, really. We open with Eleanor's character going out to her cargo ship on a sailboat called a sunfish (in the midst of a remarkably wonderful line, "pink wine in the Labor Day sunshine / I'm sliding the sunfish up through the wakes"), negotiating the disturbance made by the larger ship unsurely, and worried about this, because she does not want to look unskilled before her crew, and doubtless some of this unsureness is caused by nervousness as much as by physics. When she makes it on board everyone is indolent and drinking; she sneaks a peak at their cooler and sees that they have way too much alcohol to be healthy, so presumably she disposes of some of it.
They sail through the Taiwan strait past Taipei, and knowing that their destination is Hong Kong ("old H.K.") , this means they are going West, and thus could be coming from either somewhere like Japan/Korea or North America. It is Eleanor's first time captaining a ship, and it is actually going very well, and she is filled with a kind of idealistic pride. This has already manifested itself in the pragmatic-but-also-kinda-snooty move of stowing the alcohol, and further crops up in her insistence that a crewmember turn off some porno in order to properly appreciate the beauty of the ocean in the morning, even as she herself has some scotch. But this is all OK, as she has won the respect of her mates during previous voyages, and indeed, everything goes remarkably smoothly.
Eleanor is, as it happens, from Grand Rapids, MI (or claiming to be so for the purposes of the voyage).
Then at the end of the third verse (which, notice, has no matching chorus), we get a sudden jarring interruption: something, undetected by radar, is coming up on her ship on the starboard side.
Then we have a quick break to Matt, who while drinking some drink involving Triple Sec in the belowdecks of his own boat, recalls standing on shore and trying to pick up a girl there waving goodbye (which is kind of caddish!). He asks her who she knows on the ship and she suddenly sneers at him and replies, "I don't know no one there yet but just wait see what you get."
There are two possible interpretations of this. One is that she's merely reacting to the sexism inherent in Matt's caddish question, i.e. that she must simply know someone on board, she can't be involved with it in some way. Instead, she is, like Eleanor was, a prospective captain, or at least crewmember.
The other option is that she's actually an advance scout for the pirates, one of whom may have stowed away on Eleanor's ship in order to disable the radar so as to make the pirates' ship undetected in its approach. Thus she doesn't know anyone on the ship yet, but she will as soon as the pirates board it.
After this nice little jump in location (to Matt's ship) and then time (back to when the ship was boarding), we jump back to Eleanor's ship but also backwards in time slightly, to show what they were doing when the pirates attacked, specifically "pop[ping] the top" of some alcohol. I like this part very much, because for all the pride and beauty we see in an ocean voyage in the first three verses, we now have a taste of the loneliness and isolation such voyages entail. And so the traditional drinking song cry of "we'll never go home" has both a positive meaning, i.e. that they're having such a good time that they'll never go home, and a negative one, i.e. that they can never go home. And it's also an odd premonition of what's about to happen, since they will, indeed, never go home.
And so we hit the fourth verse with a restatement of the third verse of the pirate ship approaching, and then a quick jump into the ominous break that would seem to represent the pirate's boarding of the ship, followed by the placid break meant to represent the crew's drunken obliviousness to said boarding. They capture the crew and beat two of the men to enforce order, kick over Eleanor and threaten her with death unless she cooperates. But she refuses, and after making this defiant statement, we have a pause and then a cut to the revelation that the pirates do, in fact, kill her, and apparently sink her boat as well. I love the way this is handled, mainly because of the various implications of the captain in this familiar-ish scenario being a woman. So the blueberries in question could be literal, or they could be a metaphor for her choice of death over rape; she is sad and cold, but she has kept her honor.
A few questions here. First, is the captain necessarily a woman? S/he is never explicitly referred to as such, and of course it would be a critical error to simply assume and shit. But it's more fun this way, so I'm going to go ahead and assume.
Second, was the captain's choice really the honorable thing to do? In many ways it could be seen as reflective of that sort of prissy idealism evidenced earlier in the voyage: she is not the only person being threatened with death here. It's "you and your men." So by refusing to cooperate, she once again self-righteously sacrifices her crew's happiness for some abstract value like honor or beauty. But they're still dead.
CONTEXT
I'm pretty convinced that this takes place in the present day, given the references to the pirates being Asian and this being a relatively modern phenomenon, as well as the modern Sunfish sailboat. I'm also pretty sure that chronologically it's either the last or second-to-last song in the story, depending on how much of "Paw Paw Tree" you want to incorporate. This song basically reflects the final end of Eleanor's character. Unless it's all a fantasy. Which we'll discuss later.
I think given what I mention above about whether the captain's actions are actually morally defensible, it seems reasonable to assume that this character is an older (or, I guess, fantasy) version of the one seen in "Straight Street." There, frustrated by shady business practices that she was unable to play along with, arguably because of the traditional business-world bias towards women, she finds this very rewarding form of physical labor and sticks with it long enough to be a captain, but her idealized view of the profession leads her to make some stupid judgments, and once again her inability to practically compromise her values is her downfall.
What the hell is Matt's character doing in here? I think I'm going to assume that this is just one of those random coincidences, that years after he lost touch with Eleanor he just happens to be on a dock where her ship is leaving, and he maybe or maybe not talks to an associate of the pirates that will eventually kill her. But you could also assume that either she or he is projecting himself into this scenario as an almost-but-not-quite savior, which is mainly only valid if you assume that the girl is a pirate and the whole thing is part of a story or fantasy on the part of the younger Eleanor.
At any rate, this is definitely related to the Eleanor we see in "Chris Michaels" and "Blancheflower" and maybe "Spainolated." She's from Michigan and is taking a load of Michigan blueberries to Hong Kong, in what's interestingly enough the reverse of the journey taken by the ship in Quay Cur, which is hijacked somewhere in the Pacific and ends up in North America before returning to Europe.
This will all tie together later, but for now, let's move on to the next song. ('Til the break of dawn...)
posted by Mike B. at 7:56 AM
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You wouldn't think a show called Amish in the City could really be any good. But you'd be surprised! Here are a few reasons why it's worth watching:
1) The idea is that 5 Amish kids are living in a house with 5 "city kids" as they generally refer to them. One of the first things they do is all go to the grocery store together. One of the Amish boys requests fatback and the spacey vegetarian girl (who, by the way, seems to honestly think that cows come from outer space) says, "Ew, that's so unhealthy."
AMISH KID: Abraham Lincoln ate fatback every morning.
VEGETARIAN GIRL: Well, I bet he died at, like, thirty.
AMISH KID: I don't think that's why he died.
2) Who knew that a bunch of Amish people seeing the ocean for the first time could be so touching? But it was! They were all so excited and cute.
3) Three words: Mose! Mose! Mose! Mose is awesome. He's the doughy, dorky Amish guy, and I just want to make an album with him or something. At one point he's in a hot tub (for the first time!) and really grooving on the fact that the jets are puffing up his big, baggy black swim trunks. "So," he says, "I thought to heck with it. I was underwater, no one could see me anyway..." He goes to take off his shorts and you start to worry that they're showing Blind Date there on the farm, but then you see that under his swim trunks he's still wearing underwear! And he's kind of paddling around the hot tub in his briefs and it's remarkably endearing.
4) At the end of the second day (Mose almost drowns) the city kids are making fun of the Amish kids. So, of course, their "challenge" the next day is for the city kids to put on Amish clothes and go out in public.
Now, there's probably a logical place to go at this point, somewhere to really drive the point home. But do the producers send them to that place? No they do not. They send them to a go-cart track. To race go-karts. In their Amish clothes.
At this point, I realized I really liked the show.
It did drag a bit in the last 15 minutes as it descended into Real World-style squabbling over chores, and maybe it'd be better at a half hour. But, it's sort of hard to complain when you've got that many points in your favor, and besides, as long as I get a little more Mose, I'm good.
POSTSCRIPT: I do feel like kind of a dingus for watching this instead of the early part of the evening's Democratic Convention coverage, but whatever, I'll see the Sharpton speech online. Edwards' speech was excellent, and I did catch that l-i-v-e.
posted by Mike B. at 7:42 AM
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Tuesday, July 27, 2004
"I SNUCK A DRINK IN THE CAR, SMASHED THE CORPORATE STATE, AND HAD AN EARLY SUPPER AT THE SIZZLER IN YONKERS": MY PARTLY-CLOUDY AFTERNOON WITH THE DARK TWIN OF INDIE
About a month back, our band got an offer to play a festival just north of the city. The pitch for this was that it was with a bunch of other bands from the college we'd all gone to, and apparently there were various connections to people we knew. So we said yes. It seemed like a fine idea. We already knew a few alum bands in the city (in my circles I'd actually heard graduates of the college in question called a mafia, we seemed to be so pervasive), and they were all plying various versions of indie rock, some of which I like more than others, but all quality of some sort or other. Plus, we were getting a little tired, I think, of the routine of city clubs[1], which, nice as they are, don't have the same feel somehow as a good basement or loft crowded with kids. I guess I pictured something like a VFW hall, or a crappy garage somewhere, with the cops lurking just outside the property line.
When we started to get a little more information about the event so we could start promoting it, the picture began to change. The promoter--who was the funny-but-weird combination of obviously young and overly professional ("what's your draw like these days?")--sent us a link to the festival's site, and while I won't post it here, suffice to say we started to get a better idea of what kind of festival it was when we saw the phrase "interband collaborations" on the descriptions page and "jugband" on the performers page. Oh yes oh yes: we were playing a jambands festival. Confirmation followed; I forwarded the info to a friend who has roots in said community and he replied with a description of the promoter's reputation (who, in fairness, is 19) that was, shall we say, less than glowing, and included the phrase "hippie shit." And so there it was. We had signed up to play a jambands show.
Upon realizing this, we were a bit annoyed and a bit dismayed but mainly amused and intrigued; our aesthetic fits into the jambands thing in a tangental way--our Venn Diagram circle probably intersects with the hippie one about 180 degrees away from where the Flaming Lips' does, but it's a similar kind of thing--but that's not really our thing, man. So it was a surprise, but we were still planning on renting a van and bringing people up with us.
But then we got another update e-mail, and it included the immortal words: "No Alcohol, No Drugs."
Now, the thing about music is that you can put up with a lot of crap if the two above things are involved; indeed, whole genres are based on this phenomenon. So we could ask people in good faith to get up, get in a van, ride an hour to Westchester, and listen to hippie shit if we all got to hang around and drink while we were doing it. But without drinking? No friend in good conscience would ask such a thing. So our draw would be, uh, kind of low.
But listen: we haven't reached the final fact yet, the one that turns this whole experience from "Well, you're just being picky," to "Oh. Oh. I'm sorry." Because why, you might ask, would there be no drugs or alcohol at a hippie festival? Are there really such things as straightedge hippies? Ah, but no, of course there wasn't. Because, you see, a quick scan of the address of and directions to said event revealed that, in all likelihood, this was not at a club. Nor a hall. Nor a public space of some sort. No, said event appeared to be taking place at the promoter's parents' house.
In--wait for it... Scarsdale.
And so we got up Saturday morning around 9, showered, gathered in the LES around 11, and set off to drive upstate. It started off all normal--turn onto Houston, get onto the FDR, cross the 3rd Avenue bridge, get onto the Major Deegan expressway. But then it got weird. Maybe a brief description of the location-narrowing process we underwent will help you picture what this was like.
Imagine one of the richest counties in the country, Westchester county.
Now, imagine getting off the parkway into one of the richest towns in the country, Scarsdale.
Imagine driving through Scarsdale, which is an incredibly affluent suburb. Imagine driving through the wooded lanes and past the very expensive houses.
Now imagine turning off one of these wooded lanes onto a suburban cul-de-sac. Imagine the houses that line this cul-de-sac. You know what they look like.
Imagine parking the car on this cul-de-sac and walking up the driveway of one of these big, rich homes. Imagine walking into the yard and seeing a bunch of canopies and couches in the yard, and lights and equipment on the porch.
This was where we were playing.
In truth, it wasn't so bad; our set went OK, despite some technical problems, and we got a good reception. Really, if there's a lesson to be learned from the whole experience, it's that even if you're dreading a gig, if you're a decent band, people will respond well to you, and playing live music is rarely not fun; there are very few gigs not worth playing, especially in areas you haven't been in before. So it was really, honestly, fine.
This does not change the fact, however, that the whole context was absolutely insane.
The two most insane things were probably the first things we saw there in the driveway: the promoter's vehicle (I want to say SUV, but maybe I've just imposed that in retrospect) and, next to it, a portapotty. In a backyard. Now, that's obviously insane. The insanity of the car, on the other hand, lay mainly in its bumper crop of bumper stickers, and oh, I wish I had a picture. I guess it's partially because of my lack of exposure to the scene, but there was something about the particular combo--the Phish "1983-2004 no regrets" sticker, the venue sticker that boasted "the best bands, the kindest sound," the private school sticker, the very weathered "Free Tibet" sticker, etc. It was like a joke that was real!
We'd arrived about an hour and a half before our set time, so after loading in we mainly hung out in our cars, I think because the situation freaked us out so much. Plus in the car we could listen to our own damn music. As there was no alcohol allowed inside the grounds, the bassist's friends had brought some beers in an ice bucket (very classy) and the two other members went on a supply run and came back with vodka and orange juice and plastic cups. We sipped in the car. It was weird--it felt like being teenage again. Well, if I had done that stuff when I was a teenager. This was the impression I got, though. And honestly, it was 1 in the afternoon--we didn't need to have anything to drink. But, again, like teenagers, there was something about being told not to...
Eventually we found out that the first band had canceled--for some odd reason, cough--and that we were the openers. All right. So we set up as they attempted to set up, using what looked like very new equipment that they didn't entirely know how to use. Also, they miked our amps. On the porch. In the backyard. The guitarist's sister came in and told her that the cover had been $12. I guess they had to make up the money for the portapotty rental somehow. I did a mic check and after babbling for a while settled on a high-pitched noise that fluctuated slightly. Someone from another band yelled "Test, test!" and I yelled, "Don't you fucking tell me how to soundcheck."
We started playing. Someone was videotaping. A dog ran on stage. The drummer busted through the head of the kick midway through the first song and used duct tape to patch it up every once in a while. It was not his kick drum, but meh. I couldn't see who was there because the tarp was in the way. This meant, I guess, that they only saw up to my chest. Meh again. Afterwards the dad came up to us and told we had "a mellow sound." The guitarist and drummer nodded and sipped their screwdrivers. It was weird.
But it did get me thinking about jambands. Really, if you're indie, there's no reason not to like jambands. Well, aside from the music, of course. But there are a host of things the indie mentality values that the jambands scene has in spades. A non-corporate business structure: check. A community-based promotion and distribution model: check. No sell-outs: check. Being totally "for the kids": check. Bands form organically, make the music they want to make uncompromisingly, get signed and distributed by independent labels, tour relentlessly in largely non-corporate venues, build up a fanbase through hard work, get written up in grassroots publications as well as independently-owned ones, and maybe find wider fame and success. What's there to complain about? They've acheived amazing popular success without much of any compromise to either the mainstream or corporations. Jambands constitute probably the largest independent music movement in our time. Why wouldn't you want to emulate it?
Well...because the music's bad, right?
There's a tension in most white subcultural movements, jambands and indie included, between social value and aesthetic value, between community and quality. Do you value something purely because its members are good people and the way they make music lines up with your value system, or because the music is really good? There seems to be a certain agreement that decent music made the wrong way is somehow "tainted;" not very good music made the right way gets more of a pass. Obviously a combination of the two would be a home run, but given how rarely this happens, which do you favor?
Jambands fully endorse the former, the community model. If you can get up there on stage and lay down a decent groove, and if you're good people trying hard, well, you're doing OK. You might not be wildly successful, but you'll be able to do reasonably well, I think. Because the music itself doesn't matter to the experience so much as the simple fact that music is being made, and that people are listening to it, and dancing, and all in this place together and seeing each other.
Indie, on the other hand, leaves it unresolved. For every band that gets a good reception because the people in it are good friends or interesting characters or supportive of other bands, there's someone to accuse them of being merely "trendy;"for every band whose uber-indie image is a grabber, there's someone to point out that they're not actually very good. But, similarly, for every band with a great set of songs, there's someone to accuse them of having the wrong production style, or the wrong label, or the wrong style. Now, you could argue that it's this tension that produces a lot of the good that comes from indie, that by having this social endorsement in place it can work in tandem with people who look for musical quality to rise up the best-of-the-best, that elusive home-run combo of the right values and the best songs. Maybe the fact that there's the option to favor one or the other that allows indie to thrive in so many different directions and to be of such interest to so many people, relatively speaking. (It is a style that seems to emphasize suffering over dancing, so how big are you really going to get? Even goth's avoided this one.)
But you could also argue that it's what's holding indie bands back, that by their social status and reach depending in part upon their adherence to the scene creed, it encourages process over product. That by having some value assigned to you simply because you are a noise band who employ muted vocals but at the same time throwing you into a critical context that does value content over context, it invites the wrong kind of activity, the kind of activity that can in the end be detrimental to a scene. It's this odd combination of morality and high standards that makes indie such a weird beast, the insistence on both an absolute morality and a totally arbitrary aesthetic taste that makes its waters so difficult to negotiate without succumbing to the urge to make a load of crap.
Oh yes, the third part of the title. After we packed everything up, we went to the Sizzler in Yonkers for Meal. We ordered at the checkout, we got chicken wings and fried creamed corn at the all-you-can-eat buffet, we saw senior citizens taking advantage of the $10 steak-and-buffet deal, we said "Sizzler!" in a particular way numerous times. It was pretty awesome.
[1] We did recently play a festival in the city, but the setting of that is the subject for another post of the restaurant-review variety.
posted by Mike B. at 3:41 PM
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"'Love is a hat-lead field?' This superintelligent panda can't transcribe Belinda Carlisle worth a good goddamn!"
Hi, folks. First: thanks for coming! Second: stuff's half-done but will be coming later today. Check back in the afternoon. I promise I won't hurt the panda. He's just a little logey today.
posted by Mike B. at 11:10 AM
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ROCK 'N' ROLL BON MOTS #016
You wouldn't think Lightning Bolt would be a good thing to listen to in the morning while getting ready for work. But man, it sure is!
Although, as I found out, less of a good thing to listen to while shaving, especially while shaving off 8 days' worth of facial hair. But how can I not shave against the grain when he's doing those bitchin' hammer-ons?!?!?!
posted by Mike B. at 11:08 AM
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Monday, July 26, 2004
The Fiery Furnaces on the Fiery Furnaces. Written, I am informed, as a parody of academic-rock-crit style. I'm not so sure, the end of the 3rd and 5th paragraphs aside (yes yes "triumphant assault on notoriety and money" and "the classic applicable" and "doubly debilitated by our enabling example" obvs). Thoughts?
posted by Mike B. at 11:10 AM
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