Friday, April 29, 2005
I'm not sure if this is pathetic or not, but the coolest thing that's happened today is that I touched something Pharrell is going to touch. Actually, I burned him a CD. (Should have put one of my tracks on it, damn!) Memo to aspiring artists: if you're going to blatantly replay a Neptunes track and then try and sneak it by your label, do not do it with "Grindin'," for fuck's sake. Oh, and also, if you do this anyway, at least have the song not suck donkeys. Sheesh. OK, we brought in a musicologist to confirm that, yes, this is definitely a replay of "Grindin'," but we did not really need to. Meanwhile, Miss Clap is preparing for a confab with Kofi Annan. So jealous! ADDENDUM: And don't even ask about Ce Ce Peniston. Good lord.
posted by Mike B. at 4:27 PM
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So this is certainly encouraging, although, Manohla, I'm not sure Hitchhiker's was ever hip, was it? Maybe for a brief few seconds...
posted by Mike B. at 11:08 AM
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Thursday, April 28, 2005
Because I have no time but am easily amused, here is a link to Gaylord Palms. You can take the Tour de Fromage!
posted by Mike B. at 4:59 PM
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New Flagpole reviews: Louis XIV, Decembrists, and some dude whose name I forget. Uh, discuss. Also, sorry so little posting. Eek.
posted by Mike B. at 11:52 AM
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Thursday, April 21, 2005
Today is the day when I listen to NoMeansNo, when I should be listening to the Dirty Projectors. They are fantastic, and they are on tour, although not in my neck of the woods, grump grump. Chris, are you gonna see 'em?
posted by Mike B. at 11:27 AM
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Wednesday, April 20, 2005
Despite the snark directed towards it on the ILM thread from whence it came, this WSJ article on the origins of shouting "Freebird" is actually fairly good. Although I do think you should try and yell more relevent things at shows, like, "Finish the fucking song!"
posted by Mike B. at 11:12 AM
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Tuesday, April 19, 2005
Can I just say how proud I am to be the #1 hit on a Google search for "long-nailed vixens"? I beat porn sites! That's always an achievement, albeit a confusing one. Plus, it's associated with Ted Leo, and if you search for all of that together, you've got yourself a Googlewhack.
posted by Mike B. at 6:28 PM
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Incidentally, since I seem to get one or two hits a day, still, for my Fiona Apple post (from this--thanks Casper!), people might be interested in reading this Slate article, which also explains why the label might be making the right decision, albeit from a different perspective.
posted by Mike B. at 3:55 PM
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This is a really good article and you should read it. It's from the NYT magazine and is about the romanticization of depression and our odd impulse to preserve it. (Although the author does not acknowledge some obvious sources, I assume this is rectified in the book.) It tangentially addresses some of the issues I'm concerned with here at clap clap blog, which I may expand on later, but you can probably figure it out. Please note the bit about Sisyphus' triumph being his continued hopefulness. Also please note the history of melancholy. There is one thing I'd like to add, though. To me, what typifies depression is that it's not only sadness but sadness mixed with disgust--disgust with your surroundings, disgust with your fellow humans, but, more than anything else, disgust with yourself. This is why people who go through major trauma do not, as the author says, tend to be depressed at the time. In this situation, there is a clear outside agent causing your misery, and so you feel it is out of your control to a certain degree. With depression, it's your inability to control your body and your mind, these things you should ostensibly have agency over, that causes that disgust and that further depression, that deepened sadness. It's that moment of being unable to pull yourself out of that trough that marks the tipping point between grief and depression. It is a self-involvement that hates how self-involved it is, although the degree to which the subject expresses or reveals this to the outside world is both culturally determined and often a way of dealing with the depression that's more or less successful. To me, depression absolutely precludes creation. It is true that, as the author notes, mania can be a great motor of creation, but depression leaves you with the wrong kind of self-centeredness, one that seeks to rid itself of the intense inward focus but lacks the ability to do so. This is not an aid to creation but a hinderance. A rudimentary understanding of the disease should leave us profoundly suspicious of anyone claiming to make true depressive art. But I do think these conceptions still dominate our cultural discussions, and I think that criticism can determine politics, so, you know. Whoops, I just did like four large jumps there, sorry. ADDENDUM: I meant to put something in there about disgust as a primary cultural value. So, uh, pretend like I did. Whatever. God I'm depressed. (Just kidding.) Existentialism and postmodernism: cursed by the young to appear stupid.
posted by Mike B. at 3:32 PM
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I am currently reviewing Kasabian, and...well...I think I like them. Is that so wrong of me? What's the general view? Give me your thoughts, internerd community. Also, this very morning I wrote outlines for 4 major blog posts. I just need time to write them, grr.
posted by Mike B. at 10:39 AM
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Monday, April 18, 2005
More me on UK Singles Jukebox, plus more other people. I totally disagree with Joe on Kim Lian, and apparently I was in a bad mood when I wrote all this up, because the 5 I paired with my fair-to-good NIN review John Seroff put next to an almost entirely negative one. (I also stole most of it from Janine, sorry.) Next week's should be great though. Helen Love!
posted by Mike B. at 10:22 AM
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Friday, April 15, 2005
Lady Sov's inspiration? (Usual rapidshare deal, scroll to the bottom and click "Free.")
posted by Mike B. at 1:32 PM
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Q: How can Annie make us all love her more? A: Play her first US show with a live fucking band.Yes, that's right, a live band. We showed up last night somewhat reluctantly, assuming we'd see Annie do 2 or 3 songs to a backing track, but when we espied the stage, there they were: instruments! Awesome. This is not to say there weren't minuses to the whole experience. The sound wasn't great (Annie's vocals in particular were too low), the band was sorta loose (Annie said it was only their fifth show), and the place was crowded with people who seemed, at times, only vaguely interested in seeing Annie play. Also, the promised open bar failed to materialize. But these were more than made up for by the pluses. For one, her band is called the Anniemals! Obvious but awesome! For another: new song! New freakin' song! It was called "The Wedding," had a great little live groove, and featured Annie doing things like, "Will you be mine? I do" (point) "I do" (point) "I do!" The band was much tighter on this than they were on almost anything else, and it sounded fantastic. I don't know why, but I got kind of a Kill Bill vibe from it. They started off with the intro from the album, and jammed it out a little, which was interesting--made it sound a bit psyche or something. I don't recall the exact setlist, but Matthew should have it posted as soon as he gets home. (He also has the best comparison for "The Wedding," which I won't spoil here.) They did not play "Me + 1" or "Greatest Hit" and some of the songs were a bit less killer than I'd like them to be (most especially "Come Together," which will hopefully tighten up a lot before her proper tour, because, man) but "Chewing Gum" was reconfigured and really, really good. The really cute, enthusiastic keyboardist actually sang the first half of the verses through a vocoder, and the more sedate keybordist/guitarist doubled her vocoded on the chorus. The band as a whole was very Nordic, in the modern sense--the aforementioned sedate keyboardist/guitarist had a blonde ponytail and a gotee and a flannel shirt rolled up to reveal tatoos--and very good. There was some backing track going on, but it did seem to be mainly live. This is good--I think if the Scissor Sisters have proved anything, it's that a good live act goes a long way. And then she left, and we all yelled for "Heartbeat," and she came back on and played "Heartbeat!" Man. So yeah. I'll definitely see her again when she comes back, and I assume the set she'll play then will top this one, but this gig will have a special place in my little fanboy heart.
posted by Mike B. at 10:19 AM
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Thursday, April 14, 2005
Dude, $20 says Paglia was responsible for this one.
posted by Mike B. at 2:18 PM
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Things I am really enjoying right now: 1) The James Rabbit blog, which Matthew linked to today, is just a wonderful little look into the process of musical creation, and is certainly something I'd do here all the time if I wasn't afraid it would bore the hell out of y'all. The songs are good too, but wow! That blog! 2) This article on the Fiery Furnaces by Nashville Scene writer Jonathan Marx. I'm mentioned in it, but I think it's one of the best summations of the band I've read, and he makes a number of very good points. Well worth a read. (Note: this was not why I was complaining about Nashville yesterday.) 3) The forthcoming !!! covers disc, which has the Magnetic Fields' "Take Ecstacy With Me" on one side and Nate Dogg's "Get Up" on the other. I've never been the biggest !!! fan--actually, at one point I despised them--but this is good. I think they really benefit from having a pop song's focus. The Magnetic Fields cover is particularly interesting because of the way they use layering and effects to evoke the echoy, distant feel of the original track, but the Nate Dogg cover is fantastic too, starting groovy and slowly crossfading to noisy.
posted by Mike B. at 11:29 AM
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Wednesday, April 13, 2005
Wait, what we were doing here? Oh yeah, that's right. Blogging. Look for some of that later this week, assuming work lets up any. Alternately, please call up Nashville and tell them to stop fucking bothering me. Anyone in Nashville will do, except maybe these guys. In other news, I think I have tardanive dyskenesia, which kind of sucks. Stupid medication. (IMPORTANT NOTE TO MY PARENTS: I DO NOT HAVE TARDANIVE DYSKENESIA, EVEN THOUGH I'M SPELLING IT WRONG. DO NOT BE ALARMED.) Also, my name is brought up in this Dissensus thread that dredges up a lot of old debates that I won a long time ago. (NOTE TO DISSENSUS: HAHAHA, JUST KIDDING, YOU GUYS TOTALLY RULED.) I'll be replying to it in some way at some point somewhere.
posted by Mike B. at 6:34 PM
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Blah blah blah, Wednesday, new Flagpole reviews, you know the drill. I do Beck and LCD Soundsystem. I shouldn't be selling these short, though--I'm pretty happy with my take on each, Beck as sad party, LCD Soundsystem as too LCD Soundsystemy.
posted by Mike B. at 1:32 PM
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Monday, April 11, 2005
I make my debut on the UK Singles Jukebox and an almost worrisome number of my comments get used. So, you know, check it out. The Juliet and Freeloaders songs really are good.
posted by Mike B. at 10:55 AM
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Friday, April 08, 2005
Once again, Hillary is right. "Trapped in the Closet" is absolutely fantastic, and I don't particularly like R. Kelly. (Although this has inspired me to get "Feelin On Yo Booty (Remix)" and that's pretty spectacular too.) Just straight narration sung-spoken over a decent enough backing, and a great little story.
posted by Mike B. at 5:34 PM
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If you really want to make the "pop music sucks now" argument to me, please do not make it on the basis that there is nothing like Elvis, or the Beatles, or the Clash, or the Human League, or Nirvana in the charts these days, because on all of these counts, you would be wrong. No, if you really want to make your case, point out that there is nothing like " Rasputin" on the charts right now. Because you would be right, and I would totally admit that we need more things like that. Really, the only thing I can think of is "We Didn't Start the Fire" and that was 15 years ago. UPDATE: MP3 can be found here. (Bottom of page, click "free.") It's sort of the best song ever. UPDATE2: Also, the chorus melody is clearly a minor-key variation on "Itsy Bitsy Teeny Tiny Little Polka Dot Bikini," which is like some sort of grand slam of novelty-song chains of being. I'll have to remember that for when I write my exhaustive history of the novelty song.
posted by Mike B. at 12:24 PM
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This is from the Decembrists' press pack. It's the first thing, actually. I don't know if I'll have the space to put it in my review, but I wanted to point it out. I will present it here as a dialogue between it and me. DECEMBRISTS' PRESS PACK: The Decembrists know that the pyschology of a culture at war is complex... ME: *bang* Ow! *whoomp* Ow! DECEMBRISTS' PRESS PACK: ...that historical archetypes can inform the masses on current events far better than the evening news... ME: *slam* Christ! *crack* Ow! And so forth.
posted by Mike B. at 12:14 PM
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Thursday, April 07, 2005
From that Paglia interview: Her celebration of these poems -- each reprinted and electrically interpreted -- is paired with a blistering critique of what she sees as the cultural and academic forces that have conspired to undermine our enjoyment of poetry, lessening its importance in the process. She demands reform and believes it will be up to graduate students and poets themselves to lead the way. So, basically, poetry is fucked. Incidentally, I think we're not "paying attention to the word" (what?) because it's a blog. The whole point is to not spend too much time with the dictionary. There are other forms in which to do that. Like when it's 6 am and you're really fucked up and talking to some dude and you bust out with "hyperreal" and "solfege" and he's all, whoah.
posted by Mike B. at 5:43 PM
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Miss Clap on that Scissor Sisters / George Michael / Beatles mashup: Her: My jaw dropped. It was truth and beauty. Me: Well, I'm glad you liked it. Her: I more than liked it. I found God.
posted by Mike B. at 11:54 AM
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Wednesday, April 06, 2005
It is such a beautiful day outside that I'm not going to get mad about the comments being down. I am just going to turn on Blogger's and have done with it. Click on the time to leave one. Damn, it's a beautiful day. Too bad I had a whole post about sadness almost done, now it feels dated. Eh, I'll just wait for the next rainy day, I suppose. ADDENDUM: Well, it woulda been nicer if Shake Shack hadn't had some sort of angry mob scene outside, thus scaring us off, but the dumpling place was pretty awesome too. Still: no pumpkin pie concrete for me today, more's the pity. (Also, I shouldn't have gone to the Shake Shack link, what with its delicious picture of a delicious sundae and aggggghhhhmmm.)
posted by Mike B. at 1:55 PM
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As we roll into day three of clap clap blog's "nothin' but reviews from other places," I give you the new Flagpole set: Brooke Valentine and Run the Road, both of which I really liked. I also found myself really liking the Fiery Furnaces' "Smelling Cigarettes" this morning, unexpectedly--it's a great little story. EP was putting me in a much better mood than anything I'd been listneing to previously was. (It also made me miss Eleanor songs, which I hope are more numerous on the new disc(s).) ...oops, Flagpole's down for some reason. Well, watch this space. UPDATE: Yay, back up.
posted by Mike B. at 10:18 AM
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Tuesday, April 05, 2005
And yes, the moral of the below is, "you think I'm wordy and overblown now..."
posted by Mike B. at 6:43 PM
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Because I haven't given you anything substantial in a while, it's time to recycle! Here's the first major letter I wrote to Pitchfork more than 2 years ago, about a very early WATW entry that now appears to be unlinkable. First thing is my response to the Ott portion, followed by my response to his response. Enjoy, or something. ********* Chris Ott writes of The Temptations' "Ball of Confusion": "What reason, exactly, do white people have to be ironic?" Well, Chris, white people don't have to have a "reason" to be ironic, because it's not an emotion, it's a form of expression, and a form of expression is only valid insofar as it successfully communicates the point a writer is trying to make and/or provokes a reaction in the reader, depending on what school of criticism you're siding with. Black people have reasons to be ironic, white people have reasons to be ironic, and George Bush has reasons to be ironic. Sad but true. Indeed, despite his attempt to avoid the "incestuous load of posturing" of white music, Chris' comments are a pretty good demonstration of why indie-rock criticism always ends up being so incestuous: it funnels its political concerns through culture rather than actually directing them at politics, and then it commits the even worse crime of trying to apply cultural standards to politics. This all makes for a self-enclosed discourse that looks a lot like post-revolutionary France: in a context where basic needs are not being met (in this case, for mainstream cultural voices we can respect and political efficacy) there rises up an ethic of purity that declares song A better than song B because song B has committed a certain crime, often the empty one of "hypocrisy," which I'm guessing is what you're implying by saying that "Ball of Confusion" is a better song than "Anarchy in the UK" purely because the former was written and performed by black people. But even if you grant that this is a valid critical assesment, it's a symptom of privileging cultural standards over political ones. If you look at it from a political standpoint, you have to ask: what was the meaning the song was trying to convey, and to whom did it convey this to? In this case, the message was that white hippies' dreams of universal harmony/love/justice were belied by the fact that most American blacks felt little solidarity with them, since the hippies ignored the very real differences between their respective groups and triedto pretend as if everyone could be magically equal if you just decided they were. But wouldn't this message have been far more effective if it was conveyed by white people, to white people? Weren't they the ones who really needed to be told this? The audience for Temptations records probably knew this already, and so it just reified the existing status quo. I'm not saying that it makes it a bad song--I'm just saying that if you're going to try and apply political standards to it, it DOES make it look like a worse song. Rather than engaging in the kind of "my form of political expression could beat up your form of political expression" we see in Ott's entry, it seems more valuable to me to open up the ways in which cultural expression is read in order to bring out the political meanings contained within and shout them into the mainstream conversation. To claim that a large group of people don't have the "reason" to use irony, a primary political tool, seems less of a democratic move and more of a autocratic obsession with "purity" that will only serve to further entrench the status quo. And is that what Ott really wants? ******************************* > Have you ever considered that "culture" is merely a nice word for a given > society's prejudices? Ah, but which society, which culture, and which prejudices? (I'm not entirely sure what bearing this has on my original point, but I'll bite nevertheless. Maybe I should be more clearer in pointing out that by "culture" I didn't mean the "way of life" thing that we get taught in high school social studies, I meant "the output of individual artistic production"? At any rate, I'll use "artistic expression" instead of "culture" and maybe that'll be clearer.) Within a given society (generally defined as a nation-state these days), there are, in fact, many different cultures that have very different prejudices. So the average Pitchfork reader probably has the prejudice that Republicans are dumb, and the average wrestling fan probably has the prejudice that George Bush is great. But even within these cultures, there goes on arguments over what the prejudices should be, and these arguments can sometimes result in a realignment of the assumptions. So, for instance, in the indie scene, there was effectively an argument over whether or not we should be prejudiced against synthesizers. And through a combination of bands putting out albums with synths, critics reviving old artists who used synths in a good way, and the nostalgia cycle, that prejudice was overturned, and we now think synths are cool. Great. When you bring it up to the societal level, things get even more interesting. There's a mainstream culture, and then there are a number of subcultures. But contrary to what popular opinion would have you believe, the mainstream and the underground are hardly at war; in reality, there is a complex and ambiguous love/hate relationship between the two wherein each borrows from and overruns the other. So, for instance, 70's punk is a reaction to the mainstream rock of the time. Punk becomes hardcore; one of the seminal hardcore bands, Black Flag, makes an album (My War) heavily influenced by mainstream metal; My War is picked up by sludge-minded musicians in Seattle who go on to form a local music scene around the sound; and the mainstream picks up grunge, bringing it to kids in far-flung places who might otherwise never have heard it. It's an argument, and it's a big part of why I like culture/art so much, and why I'd like to see it have more of a political impact--as I suspect you would, too, judging from your comments on the Temptations song. The problem here is that you're blithely positing "culture" as a received, immutable set, THE prejudices. But it's not. Most of us learn to recognize and reconsider these things that are received information in our youth, and a big way we do that is through artistic expression. But to cynically say that only black people can REALLY be ironic is a tragic stance; it cuts off avenues forchange ("Oh well, we're white and we can't do anything"), and while it's fine to take that stance, there doesn't really seem much point in participating in music or criticism or political action or anything like that if that's your attitude. I mean, maybe the Beatles shouldn't have been making pop records while people were suffering. But should the Temptations have been making records, then? Should either of us be sitting here, e-mailing each other, while people are suffering in the world? When you start to critique the "value" of art, you get into some weird places, especially when that critique of art comes through art. Me, I think it's kind of useful for there to be a bunch of commonly-recognized sets of shared assumptions out there; it lets us communicate without starting from scratch every time. But that's me. > I don't think we see eye to eye on the utility of ironic expression; for me > true irony simultaneously communicates tacit understanding of an incongruous > situation and invalidates or at least undercuts the reasons for that > situation via insightful contradiction. In my opinion, whites have never > seen an incongruous situation, as they've made the rules since long before > pop music existed. But again, you seem to be effectively denying the ability of an entire group of people to do something. You have seen evidence of some white person finding something incongruous at some point in your life, haven't you? I mean: Mark Twain? Socrates? Emma Goldman? Johnny Rotten, as you said? I'm just a little confused here. Do you mean something other than "whites"? Or are you implying that white people don't have the right, from the point of view of justice, to use a technique that primarily relies on utilizing a position of powerlessness? Like I said before, I think it comes down to judging artistic expression by political standards. In this case, you're confounding groups (political entities) with individuals (cultural). As groups, certainly whites owe much to black people, and I am in favor of affirmative action, etc. But because groups operate in the political arena, it's a complex problem when you try and bring itdown to the personal (i.e., artistic) level, because of cross-cutting cleavages. Does a black man owe anything to white women for historical, sexist oppression? Do black people owe anything to Native Americans? Do Americans, regardless of race, owe anything to Afghanis, or Kosovars? How do we sort all of these things out? Well, through politics and group action, and while it never works out perfectly, to try and calculate at an individual level who owes who what is nearly impossible. And it is at this individual level that artistic expression operates. So while I think that white people should unquestionably work as a group to correct historical injustices against all kinds of groups, I don't think that all individual white people should be deprived of a means of expression simply because they are members of an oppressor group; indeed, doing this would actually prevent white people from engaging in political action that could (given their place on the top of the power structure) prevent them from working to correct injustices. Is that a good thing? The reason I really like cultural production, and the reason I'm lobbying critics to expand their interpretations of political expression rather than limiting it as you seem to be doing, is that it builds up all these individual instances of expression into a large conversation. So while, in politics, groups need to speak with one voice to be effective (witness the unfortunate success of the Christian Coalition), art exists as an argument between individuals, in which conflicting opinions and norms can co-exist without limiting the effectiveness of any of those arguments. I think if we're more effectively able to tease out these arguments--without necessarily judging them--and building on them, maybe we can achieve something more productive than the tragic situation you seem to be describing. Or maybe not. But it'll be fun along the way. You seem to be defining "irony" as a variation on its new, bastardized popular understanding, but what you really seem to mean by it is (to use more shiveringly horrible bastardized terms) "cognitive dissonance" or "subversion"--that is, if people could just see the truth behind their horrible situation, the masses would rise up in glorious revolution etc. But that assumes that people don't realize the truth, whereas I tend to suspect that they know and don't care, or know and don't feel the need to get quite so worked up about it, or know and have a different interpretation from yours (or the Temptations'). It also assumes that, even if people don't know the truth, subversion/cognitive dissonance will have some productive effect which, as I argued in my original message, might not be the case. For instance, In _No Logo_ Naomi Klein concludes a description of Adbusters' activities by expressing doubt that "jamming" a message really creates a mind-blowing "cognitive dissonance" because, well, people experience that kind of cognitive dissonance everyday, simply by changing television channels. We don't go, "Whoa! The news is suddenly a show about robots! What's up with that?" so why would changing a Marlboro ad to read "CANCER" make us stop smoking? Humans have an amazing ability to recognize incongruous situations, and then process them or ignorethem. What you're talking about seems just like juxtaposition, a classical rhetorical technique. ("These welfare queens are picking up their unemployment checks in limos while good honest farmers starve!") But maybe I'm not addressing your argument clearly enough. I sense that we do, in fact, share similar views on the place of irony in our current culture. It's been taken from a powerful, rigorous, and intellectually challenging technique to a simple synonym for "sarcasm." Irony used to be a strategy wherein someone without power would use that position, and the fact that listeners would underestimate the speaker's intelligence, in order to break through the usual assumptions and make the audience really engage with the argument being made--to, say, flatter the reader's intelligence to encourage thought, or to make an argument they know is wrong in order to get the reader to refute it and possibly draw further connections. Now, however, most users of irony have no faith in their audience, and instead of letting the audience think for itself, comedians and lyric writers and columnists employ a standardized series of winks that lets the audience know that they're not REALLY inferior--in fact, they'reprobably smarter than you, and since it's just sarcasm now, the point they're trying to make isn't something you have to work for, but rather glaringly obvious, so just agree with it and move on. Right? And the fact that these winks have become so standardized means that when you DON'T employ them, even when you really shouldn't, the reader is now far more likely to think that you're just being dumb and there's no point in taking you seriously. You look at this debased technique, look at the way the primarily white creators of mainstream culture (and certainly underground culture as well) have abused it, and figure it's high time to just write this one off--to tell 'em that they've abused the privilege and they've got to leave it to others from now on. I think I disagree. If rehabilitating irony is a critical project you want to undertake, there are probably better ways to go about it: you could pick out examples from the past, as you do with the Temptations, and instead of being a grumpy indie kid and going on about so-many-people-do-this-badly-no-one-should-do-it-at-all, you could more clearly delineate (as you have in your response to me) the way irony is being used, and how it could be used better; you could write reviews that incorporate irony as persuasive technique; etc. But I still think you're wrong to limit it to just white people. Certainly whites are wholly responsible for the formation of the business end of pop music, but the role black culture (and, from the 20's on, black people) played in the artistic production is undeniable, and there is an important difference. Similarly undeniable is that fact that much of it was made by poor whites, or bydisenfranchised white women, or by white homosexuals, etc. etc. etc. The cross-cutting cleavages that I mention above are an important consideration, I feel. If you want to say "whites shouldn't use irony badly anymore," that's one thing, but to say that they--poor, gay, whatever--just shouldn't use it is, I think, a little too tragic of a stance.
posted by Mike B. at 6:19 PM
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Hey, I've got a piece in the Voice. Whee. It is about Tori Amos' new album slash book. For a second opinion, read Amy's piece in the Sun. Er, if you're a subscriber. If not, go buy it already.
posted by Mike B. at 10:57 AM
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Monday, April 04, 2005
How great is it that in this live performance of "Since U Been Gone" the one guitarist is playing a Jazzmaster! That's fantastic. Also, what's up with the one skinny rock dude trying to sing backup? He looks as overwhelmed as a plumber after a bean convention. Uh, or something.
posted by Mike B. at 12:04 PM
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Brooke Valentine review is up at Stylus. I may or may not post about how pissed off I was at the LCD Soundsystem show later in the day.
posted by Mike B. at 11:30 AM
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Friday, April 01, 2005
Highlights from last night's dinner with Ar, the (now) 1o-year-old: ******************************** Ar: You wanna know my nickname at school? R: What's your nickname at school? Ar: [very dramatically] The tiger.******************************* [playing 20 questions] R: Is it a person? Me: No. R: Is it a place? Me: Yes. Ar: Is it CNN? **************************** [to me] Ar: You don't have to listen to this. It's girl stuff. [A story involving dirty underwear that, true to form, I do not listen to.]
posted by Mike B. at 11:12 AM
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I know you all check Fluxblog daily, but you should really check out today's post. Two very pretty, and unexpected, little gems.
posted by Mike B. at 11:04 AM
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