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. |
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