Friday, February 10, 2006
Our Love It Forms a VTwo posts down, I presented a picture of Billy Joel, Christy Brinkley, and a bunch of other guys. I'm not going to reproduce it on this post, because, to be honest, it was weirding me out to click on my blog and see some like 80s version of lastnightsparty show up on my screen. But here is a link to a large version. As I said, I'm fascinated by it; there's just so much going on there. It's one lady, who is also a supermodel, and a bunch of band nerds that are now in rock bands, all male, of course (this was the 80s)--9, to be precise. The lady is quite clearly trashed, having fallen onto something or other (I kept thinking it was a garbage can, for some reason, but it's not) while pincing an empty champagne glass between her thumb and middle finger. Her posture reminds me of this, actually: ...except with her head and legs propped up. All the dudes who aren't married to her are doing the thing where they're carefully avoiding the center of gravity, pretending they're not interested, that there's not a really hot drunk girl supine before them. Even the dude on which she is obliviously resting her head is managing to do this, which is quite impressive. All except blondie, who has taken what might delicately be called the opposite tack, placing himself between Christy's legs (or "gams" as they seem to demand to be called) and taking a fairly friendly grasp of her right calf, which is of course sculpted and lovely and reflective of the very pleasant way calves (all calves, really) fit into hands. I have always felt that there's no such expression as a leer, that it's just a handy way of summing up a whole attitude, but if what's floating above that dude's shirt, which is actually a baseball jersey with his band's logo on it (!), isn't a leer, I don't know what is. And above all this, figuratively and literally, is Christy's either current or soon-to-be husband, Billy. He's the only person in the photo not smiling and not looking at the camera. He refuses to be distracted from doing what he's doing, although you could make a series of guesses at what that is and not be right. At first blush he simply appears to be extending his hand in order to help Christy back to her feet, but then you look up and you see his mouth open as if he's saying something, something that is undoubtledly along the lines of "C'mon, honey, it's time to go," at which point you examine the hand again and notice it's less offering assistance and more beckoning. But Christy isn't acknowledging him at all--she's not awknowledging anything except the camera, as is her tendency, you'd imagine. But nor is Billy acknowledging blondie, the dude between his lady's legs, which is also indicative: the conflict here is not between the two men, it's between the man and the woman. The man is using guilt, and the woman is using avoidance. It's a lovely photo just as a photo, and although I don't know a damn thing about art, it seems like it's classically composed: you could draw an offcenter triangle there and pretty well contain the major action in the frame, and your eye is led around all sorts of places. It somewhat reminds me of this: Aside from its function as an image outside of context (aside from knowing that Joel and Brinkley are romantically involved, without which knowledge he could easily be her father or brother), it's interesting even beyond the fact that you can see the end of their marriage here even as it's a situation (drunken revelry) that would be more typically associated with courtship and the conflict more clearly at play, jealousy, did not seem to be a factor in their divorce, although what the hell do I know. No, the most interesting contextual thing about this picture is the way it perfectly represents an oft-overlooked aspect of the Billy Joel oeuvre. He's known for his more ridiculous, over-the-top stuff, but a crucial element of the Joel persona is the air of defeat that clings to him even when he's playing, you know, like a dozen sold-out shows at MSG in a row. He's a loner, but not in that cool way--more in the way you see in this picture, where the dark cloud above his head manages to maintain structural integrity even in a situation where everyone is having a rollicking good time. It's a dark cloud that seems reflective of an eternal dissatisfaction, a feeling that nothing he ever does is really good enough, and so that air of defeat is less imposed from outside as it is with your stock Willy Loman types and more burbling up uncomfortably from within. It's an emotion that can repulsive, but when it's expressed in the right context, it cuts right to the heart of pop's bad mood, the most well-known modern example of which is Blur's "Country House."The other bit of context springs from the guys surrounding Joel and Brinkley (if we're following the classical composition thing, blondie is an ancilliary character, dude in the white shirt with the nerd glasses is like the dude behind the window, and boy would I love to know his deal, and everyone else is actually background, like they should be furniture or drapes or something), who are all members of an apparently Blues Hammer-type band called The Nighthawks, and if you look at the page this picture comes from, you will see that the only description is "With Christy Brinkley and Billy Joel." In a sea of unremarkable (and even somewhat embarassing) performance photos, you have this one picture that's utterly amazing, and all you have to say about it is "With Christy Brinkley and Billy Joel"? Unfuckingbelievable.
posted by Mike B. at 4:59 PM
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Morrissey - Suedehead (Sparks Remix)My first impulse is to explain the goodness of this song by saying that it takes Morrissey and puts him in a Sparks context. But that isn't really sufficient; recent DFA remixes have demonstrated quite well that simply applying your style to a preexisting piece of music in no way guarantees good results, even if the style in question is a good one. Certainly Sparks are working their recent sound here, symphonic not only with its melodic instrumentation but with its percussive as well, but still working somehow (and in this way unlike some of their more recent material) as electronic music in a way that, say, P. Glass' cover of Aphex Twin songs don't. Mr. James was reworking art-music tropes in a dance-music context (eek!) whereas Sparks are reconfiguring pop-electronic tropes in the orchestral form, in the process coming as close to film scores of the 30s as they do to, say, Handel. I think the abstract frisson of this particular track comes not from Sparks applying their template to any old "that's not like Sparks!" genre, but a specific one: over-emotive acoustic balladry. You can hear those sort of songs with string arrangements, but not like this one; indeed, what's noticable is that they're working with a track that already has a string arrangement and simply by giving it a different one makes it sound new. Maybe it's just the beat or the sharp edges, but my guess is that it's clearest in the contrapuntal breakdown that comes around the four-minute mark. Sparks layers Moz's vocals in an ingneous and fascinating way, creating both melodic and linguistic relations that weren't there before, but what's significant is that they're so layered, you can't make out the all the words. This is something you could never see Morrissey doing, but it works remarkably well, and results in a quite unique piece of music. So in the end, I think the success should be ascribed not only to the choice of genre, but to the particular member of that genre they're focusing on. It's a great song, but in a way it could be most any Morrissey song; what matters is the way Sparks, by chopping up the vocals, highlights certain tendencies of the source (in this case, the hidden harmonic relations in the vocals) and its connections with the remixers. ( Buy Future Retro, from which this track was taken) ( Buy Viva Hate, which contains the original "Suedehead")
posted by Mike B. at 4:27 PM
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Wednesday, February 08, 2006
Two things in Flagpole this week: a Belle and Sebastian review, and a piece on Billy Joel's first-person love songs and the productive role of bathos in realist art. Give that one a read, at least, I think it turned out very well. (I love the picture above, by the way--I've never seen it before but the whole scenario fits kind of perfectly with what I'm talking about. There's a bigger version here if you really want to appreciate the expression on Billy's face. It's amazing.)
posted by Mike B. at 10:57 AM
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Tuesday, February 07, 2006
Here are some of the many reasons you need to watch the video for Miranda's "Don" right now: 1) Hot girls in nurses' outfits. 2) The nurses' outfits apparently involve short skirts, which is as customary in Argentina as it is in 80s hair-metal videos. 3) The hot girls in nurses outfits with short skirts doing a synchronized dance involving bedpans on sticks. 4) And then another one with just their hands around the singer's head. It's a syncronized finger dance. I want to learn it. 5) The singer looks either like Noel Gallagher if he grew up as a nerd or Mr. Bean if he was trying to be sexy. 6) Another dude looks like someone from an Australian new-wave band. This doesn't sound impressive, but it is in context. 7) THE VISUALS FOR THE GUITAR SOLO WHICH INVOLVE A CHURCH HALLWAY, A CAPE, AND GLOWING. Man, now I really want to know what the hell they're saying. I am going to attempt to "embed" it here. Wish me luck.
posted by Mike B. at 6:09 PM
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Writing About Music is Like Writing About Politicsor,I Don't Care What You Say Anymore, This is My LifeOne of the nice things about getting to the point as a writer where you can reasonably assume people are familiar with your outlook that I can say things like what I am about to say and people will know I'm not being glib or ironic: the infamous "42 page document" that is the Justice Department's January 2006 white paper laying out their justification for the NSA's warrantless wiretapping program, a/k/a " Legal Authorities Supporting the Activities of the National Security Agency Described by the President," is, despite the clunky title, one of the best pieces of criticism written in the past several years. (At least in the way awards shows seem to mean "best," but that's still kinda best.) Oh sure, the writing's not the best, but that's the sad dictates of the medium of white papers; as a piece of criticism, though, it's amazing. Doubt that it's criticism? It's doing close readings of a series of texts in order to justify a particular theoretical point of view--of course it's criticism! There's a narrative, an unstated but clearly present ideological point of view, a dense mass of jargon and uncontextualized referents, and like 23 footnotes. There's no bibliography, sure, but that just intimidates a popular audience anyway. Partially it's like criticism in that it's entertaining if you know the context (the first section heading after "Summary" is "The Attacks of September 11, 2001," which is like the administration's version of Marxist rhetoric at this point, invoked without explanation in the assumption that everyone knows what it means so many times that it's ceased to mean anything, so now it's just an in-joke), but mainly it's like criticism in that it processes a mountain of selective evidence through an ideological filter in order to prove a counterintuitive proposition, like "revolution is good" or "pop culture is bad" or "punk was basically Situationism," suggesting that if Greil Marcus really wanted to be making bank, he'd apply for a job as a government lawyer. ("I am particularly proud to have worked on the critical project that made rock music discursively valid" or maybe "You are the punkest governor ever!") What's all over this document, as indeed it is all over the administration as a whole, is a serious anxiety of influence. Everything is presented in terms of a conscious break with the past (" pre 9/11 mind set,"), even though they're well aware of history and indeed in many ways are just referring to supposedly outmoded ideas[1], in order to create a kind of messianic atmosphere that meshes perfectly with modern political imagery. They're misinterpreting what's come before and rejecting it, and in the process making something new that sure seems a lot like what's come before. That's administration policy, but one of the reasons why this white paper is such an amazing document is the way it distills this philosophy. It's practically a manifesto, except that instead of saying "this needs to change," they're saying "this has already changed, without you knowing it, and it's time to embrace the consequences of that; if we seemed too extreme, it was only because we were the avant-garde, recognizing and acting before everyone else did." It's not just that this 1978 law, FISA, should be overturned; it already has been, through the inevitable march of history and the actions of a few brave forward-looking individuals. (The only way to make Dick Cheney not evil is to regard him as sort of a Cassandra without the curse, tragedy turned grim necessity through the liberal application of power--or, maybe, a one-man Leninist vanguard.[2]) In this way it's just another data point illustrating the way the right has embraced the left's cherished ethos of rebellion. Sometimes it looks like paternalism but in this white paper it's clear it's more "we're gonna do what we want, we don't care about your rules." And this sells because Rock Won. Rock Won because it gave individualism an updated images, of course, but that updated image included something new: an idea of rebellion being a good in an of itself. Times were, America's concern was preserving the republic against destruction, and that simply doing this would preserve freedom. Now the idea is that individualism is best preserved by preventing anyone from bothering you in any way, even if that restricts their or even your freedom. Because you're the rebel: you're the one that's got to stay within a zone of opportunity so you can accomplish the big things you have to do. The right has benefited immeasurably from the pervasive and appealing idea that simply doing the opposite of what's established is positive. This was an effective idea for the left back when what was established was fairly conservative, but they've stuck with it so much that it's starting to eat itself as leftist ideas become established. But the right is eating itself too: the administration's policy now bears little resemblence to actual conservativism. They've rebelled so much they've actually moved beyond core American values to something older than America itself. They're referring to the Constitution in this document but not in their ideology. That's why it's such an amazing distillation: it's taking everything you could marshall aginst their position and using it as ammunition. It's especially impressive in that they actually invoke the War Powers Resolution, the sort of shot heard 'round the world of the issue they're pushing right now, i.e. Presidential power. Even more, what's been progressively done to that resolution by succeeding Presidents is almost exactly analogous to what they're trying to do to FISA. It's like bringing up the elephant in the room and then using it to trample over everyone else. There is an absolute lack of shame, the hallmark of the rebel, but also the nuclear option in political discourse, especially when dealing with things like FISA and the War Powers Resolution that were specifically ennacted in response to behavior that we as a nation decided we were ashamed about. Rock Won. I know it's dangerous to compare things to criticism because it makes it sound like you're trying to minimize them by implying that they could be most properly grasped as examples of a pattern most suited for analysis by college professors. But that's not what I'm doing. I'm trying to elevate criticism here by showing how it's nearly identical to politics. When you look at a political text like this one, you are looking at something that is performative, something that merely by putting together words makes something happen. In this case, it's not as clear-cut an example as it is with a piece of legislation, the ultimate performative text, but it is trying to get a number of things to happen, like not get the President impeached (which is another reason why it's such an amazing document). But this is the case with all criticism; you're trying to massage an idea into existence that will then get out there into the world and influence people's behavior. When people say that art is political, I think that they mean it exists in some sort of political context (although I think they really just mean "historical context") or makes some sort of political statement, but that's not really the main way that statement is true. It's maybe better to say that art is politics, in that it works the way politics way--through discourse rather than actions, and if you're doing the crit-nerd thing of seeing art objects as texts with an idea to push, there's no denying that those ideas end up influencing other artists in the same way that criticism does, or in the same way that legislation influences everyone. Sometimes they even get a little anxious about it. [1] Or, of course, referring to an idealized past--"America wants somebody to restore honor and dignity to the White House"--but honestly, I think that's either background, lazy default, or, um, pre-9/11 rhetoric, not the main stuff, which is very going-forward.
posted by Mike B. at 1:09 PM
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I am linking to the Jukebox thing mostly just to let you know that there will be posts coming today, probably of a political bent. I am most certainly not linking to it so you can admire the quality of my writing, because hoo boy [insert me waving my hand in front of my nose like I just laid a stinker], do I look like an ignoramus. In my defense, the internet was down in my apartment to my building, so I had to walk to the public library and rush to get all my blurbs done in the 30 minutes they gave me to use the computer. And...I was distracted by ice cream? Sure, that's why I messed up the one entry I actually had planned out ahead of time, argh. Anyway, don't let those fools scare you away from the Kapanga track in particular--in my eyes, the first sentence of Dom's blurb reads as a ringing endorsement! And I guess if anyone wants to explain why "You Got the Love" sounds so hollow to me when I can't get enough of "Everytime We Touch," please do.
posted by Mike B. at 10:43 AM
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