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What renaissance?

Tuesday, June 7th, 2011

David Hajdu at The New Republic continues to demonstrate his own mixture of research-rich, understanding-poor column writing, this time taking on what he call the “Renaissance of Pop Collaboration”. Hajdu, it seems, has just discovered the mix of mini-inspiration and profit-driven collaboration used to create most pop records (I call it mini-inspiration because it generally consists of writers and/or performers creating one section of a song, and counting on another writer/performer’s mini-inspiration to complete the rest). Hajdu gets all his facts right, but doesn’t seem to realize that this is something that’s been going on for a long time and has been one of the distinguishing characteristics of pop music for a decade or more. He also makes the somewhat bizarre assertion that Katy Perry is “coat-tailing” Kanye West on “E.T.” Or is it West who’s coat-tailing Perry? Is coat-tailing even a word? Whatever the case, Hajdu seems to operate under the impression that one or the other needs help from a bigger name to get a hit, even though Perry has just become the first performer ever to spend an entire year in the top ten, and West is probably the most important rapper of the last decade (he also fails to mention, or doesn’t realize, that the original album version of “E.T.” doesn’t include West’s rap).

I wonder what makes Hajdu consider this a renaissance, though, as opposed to an entirely new way of making records. Songwriting collaboration is nothing new, of course, but the classic songwriting partners whom Hajdu seems to be evoking by the term renaissance didn’t work in anything like the manner most pop songwriters do today. Though many songwriters and producers work together on a regular basis, and there are production/songwriting teams such as The Neptunes, Stargate, and The Smeezingtons, true songwriting partnerships are rare. Add to that the fact that many performers, once they attach themselves to a track, often bring in their own writers, or song doctors for hire, to help create their parts. And don’t forget those classic writing teams of the past worked face to face, whereas today many tracks are created by email or on shared servers, without the various contributors ever coming into physical contact with one another (B.o.B. and Hayley Williams of Paramore, who had a huge collaborative hit with “Airplanes”, first met when they performed the song on an awards show several months after it was released).

In the last paragraph, Hajdu seems to imply that this form of collaboration is a good thing, or at least that it fits the party music that currently dominates the charts. He doesn’t seem to consider the opposite possibility, that this simplistic music is a direct result of the logistics of modern record production. It’s much easier, after all, to write a party anthem from a distance than it would be to write something more involved and serious in intent. The difficulties of long distance songwriting may help expand and diversify songwriting in some ways, but it may also hamper the creation of more sustained, organic work, the kind that results from a writer sitting down and creating an entire song herself. As opposed, that is, to creating a hook to be attached to someone else’s bridge to connect to someone else’s verse to be laid over a beat that’s been sitting on a producer’s hard drive for six months, that closes with a coda another producer conceived on his laptop during a cross country flight two years ago, based on a sample from a record first released in 1973. There are advantages to both techniques, and certainly the more modern method results in records that are full of fresh and often startling musical ideas. I’m just not sure they’re filled with much thought, and without thought there’s no such thing as a renaissance.

What price Hollywood?

Tuesday, March 8th, 2011

I’ve never been terribly impressed by David Hajdu’s writing. His book Positively Fourth Street, about Dylan, Baez, Richard Farina, and Greenwich Village in the early sixties wasn’t bad, and had some great anecdotes, but his last book, The Ten-Cent Plague, about the comic book scare of the early ’50s, managed to take a fascinating story full of brilliant eccentrics and make it as dull as a high school social studies text. Now Hajdu has a regular column in The New Republic on music, a subject about which he seems to possess a great deal of information but next to zero knowledge.

His latest column, on Randy Newman’s Oscar win for “We Belong Together” from Toy Story 3, may be his worst yet. To suggest that a man who has been scoring motion pictures for over thirty years, who in doing so continues a family tradition (three of Newman’s uncles worked as composers in Hollywood), is somehow trapped and forced into a business that belittles his artistry is so insulting as to be beyond belief. Newman himself would no doubt shrug a comment like this off; he’s heard it all before, and worse. Of course he’s written bad scores, and scored bad movies (one of which, Leatherheads, I saw just the other night—Newman even makes an appearance as a speakeasy piano player), and he would be the first to admit that his Hollywood songwriting isn’t his best. But Newman, who is notorious for his long spells of writer’s block, has often pointed out that he loves the work, and that if it wasn’t for Hollywood he might not be writing music at all.

Hajdu is one those cultural leftovers who still believes that all pop art is based on trash (as opposed to merely containing trash, which can be said of work at any levels) and that any actual value it may possess is an accident, like a child babbling nonsense who suddenly says something beyond its years. Trying to prove his point, he fudges the lyrics to “We Belong Together”. Trying to prove how pedestrian they are, he quotes “Sincerely, from the bottom of my heart/I just can’t take it/When we’re apart … The day I met you/Was the luckiest day of my life/And I bet you feel the same…”

Banal enough, to be sure, but Hajdu makes it seem even worse by leaving off the final throwaway line, uttered by Newman with a perfect tone of ironic self-doubt: “At least, I hope you do”. It’s a trick Newman has pulled many times before, but it works, and no one but Newman would dare to put a line like that in a feel-good buddy song (and just about no company but Pixar would allow him to do it). At times it seems as if Newman is the last in a tradition of sophisticated, witty Hollywood songwriters (if only Newman was as prolific). A group who often, as Hajdu points out, wrote trash themselves. Hajdu seems to think he’s doing Newman a favor, but all he does is condescend.

Just their imagination

Tuesday, February 15th, 2011

Simon Reynolds:

all these sounds from Euro and club music and the more commercial end of techno, it’s almost like a second B-Boys on E moment, except i doubt E has anything to do with it… it’s not a trend driven by the streets, it’s coming from producers, from their lack of imagination and their desire/need for international sales… so it’s more like a second Hip House moment… rapping figures as part of the hit-maker’s arsenal in the same way as it did for C+C Music Factory

These seems off to me, even though in part I agree with it. There’s no doubt that the injection of recycled Euro-disco into hip-hop is a producer-driven phenomenon—street-driven hip-hop at the moment is more along the lines of crankin’, jerkin, and dougie-ing. But I don’t see what lack of imagination has to do with it. In fact, it may well be the opposite, the practice of individual imagination being, at the moment, more important than organic cultural influences, at least in a commercial sense. Whatever you may believe about hip-hop as music, as culture it’s already past its prime, and though it’s still the dominant commercial form (at least as far as radio is concerned), and it’s not as decrepit in a cultural sense as rock and roll, and may even throw up a few surprises in the years to come, it’s feeling its age. So producers are looking for anything that will juice it up and get it’s blood flowing again. Euro-disco, mimimalist and ambient techno, ’50s rock and doo-wop, even classical and operatic influences.

In some ways it reminds me of the state of swing music in the late ’40s and early ’50s, when A&R men searched through Italian, Cuban, and Brazilian styles, country, folk, blues, even the burgeoning R&B, doo-wop, and rock and roll movements, for anything that would inject some life into a genre that had obviously run out of steam. A lot of terrible music came out of that period, but also a lot of amazing, hybrid records that are as startling today, perhaps even more so, as they were at the time. So although I agree things are bad, I wouldn’t blame the producers. As for the streets, they’ll take over again in time. They always do.

Summary Judgement: Born This Way

Friday, February 11th, 2011

First things first: I was afraid this would be either a big self-help ballad or too much of a message song. It’s not. It’s a celebration, as it should be. I’ll hold off on saying anything else until I review it next week. In the meantime, here are a few reactions.

Ann Powers:

Though nowhere near as compelling as the work Gaga has done with RedOne, “Born This Way” throws a lot into its four minutes: a clacking hint of dubstep, the thump of Hi-NRG disco, a breakdown that borrows from the Latin dance floor that Garibay has previously visited with Enrique Iglesias. Mainstreaming diversity may be Gaga’s favorite political cause, but it’s something that music effortlessly accomplishes — at least in the good old utopian space of the sweaty club.

David Hadju:

If only “Born This Way,” the song, was as well-made as its hype. The song is a mess: catchy and inflated, musically, and deeply, even dangerously mixed up lyrically. “I’m beautiful in my way,” Lady Gaga sings, “‘Cause God makes no mistakes. I’m on the right track, baby. I was born this way.” Crafted as a fight song of self-pride, “Born This Way” is already widely talked about as a gay anthem. Elton John, in his cover-story interview in the current Rolling Stone, calls it “the anthem that’s going to obliterate ‘I Will Survive.’ I can’t think of how huge it’s going to be.” That’s great to hear, because I’ve been tired of “I Will Survive” for 20 years now.

The Guardian:

Born This Way is a thumping, almost disco anthem that stomps along until the chorus crashes in with the weight of a discarded meat dress. Lyrically, it’s all love yourself whoever you are and “don’t be a drag, just be a queen”. Within the ridiculously camp musical context, the lyrics sound a lot less heavy-handed than it would suggest. One suspects it will probably shift a few copies.

Rob Sheffield:

I have to admit, I was expecting something more ponderous — Gaga laboring to prove she’s a Serious Artist who can get away with arty indulgences. I assumed that a couple of years of mega-fame would make the Lady sound more full of herself. But there’s no dicking around here, no piano solos or Gregorian-chant interludes. Instead, she gets right down to unabashed pop kicks, because no matter how much inspiration she takes from the arty downtown scene she came from, her pet project has been revitalizing the Top 40. So she takes on Britney, Rihanna, Katy, Ke$ha and the rest of the radio queens, pimping her we-are-all-superstars message with a voice that reminds everyone who got this party started in the first place. That’s what makes “Born This Way” sound so audacious and so amazing.

About time

Monday, February 7th, 2011

The 2011 releases in the Library of America have just been announced, and include some amazing stuff. More Philip Roth, plus Ambrose Bierce, Kurt Vonnegut, a humor collection put together by Andy Borowitz, and most important as far as I’m concerned, Pauline Kael. Since all of Kael’s books except her first, I Lost It At the Movies, are currently out of print, this is a real godsend for those who missed her the first time around. She was one of the greatest critics of the 20th century, and for anyone who’s interested in pop culture criticism, essential. But chances are I don’t have to tell you that.

Oh, and LOA is finally going to release e-books, as well. I assume they’ll just be individual works, not the full collections, but it’s still a big step in the right direction

I love you because you’re such a joke

Thursday, February 3rd, 2011

One of the odd things about pop music (music in general, really) is that it’s possible for someone to love the work of a particular musician even while getting it wrong. Take this obit of The White Stripes as an example: once you get past the hyperbole of the headline (“The White Stripes: Music’s Last Great Rock Band?”), you find an article by a writer who believes that their best songs were little more than nonsense and that their most serious and most pretentious moments were nothing but jokes. That’s why he loves them, because he thinks they made fun of the idea that anyone takes this stuff seriously. He comes that close to saying that they were great because they were awful. Anybody who really thinks about what this piece is saying, especially when you consider the headline, would be completely confused. No wonder so many people think critics are self-important, self-deluded idiots.

A word of advice

Tuesday, February 1st, 2011

Dude, don’t be putting down yacht rock if you can’t tell the difference between the bland (Phil Collins, Hall & Oates, Feist, Grizzly Bear) and the quiet but intense (James Blake, Destroyer). Notice he doesn’t mention Steely Dan or Fleetwood Mac, who would blow his whole argument, such as it is, out of the water.

Critics! Bah!

Friday, January 28th, 2011

I’ll read just about anything on the history and future of criticism, but I’ll be damned if I can figure out what the point is of this piece in The Awl. I’m not even sure it has a point other than “Don’t worry about critics having too much power, they get old and die just like everybody else”. It makes a lot of historical references, some of which seem to contradict the point, and that jumble gossip columnists with political pundits with critics (he may as well be comparing sportswriters with garden columnists). If the author has any opinion about criticism itself, its actual purpose and importance and role in the arts and popular culture, there’s no mention of it, so I have no idea whether he’s for critics having long careers or against it. And then I see that the author is a student, and I think he’ll learn, he’ll grow out of it, he’ll realize there’s more to it than that (he may even learn how to write), but I also think, why the hell did the Awl publish this? What kind of connections does this kid have? And how long will his tenure as a critic be?

Anger can be power

Friday, January 28th, 2011

Alfred Soto at Humanizing the Vacuum performs a public service by reprinting part of an essay by Neil Tennant of Pet Shop Boys that appeared in Details in 1992, about the power and importance and positive aspects of hatred.

When people are told about Coke – “It’s the real thing” – they should think, “No, it’s a hideous soft drink that is fantastically unhealthy to drink, full of sugar that turns into glucose that turns into fat.” …And they should hate the people who represent that. They should hate Michael Jackson for trying to foist Pepsi onto them, to make them fat victims of their own society. They should hate more. Hate Pepsi, hate Coca-Cola, hate Michael Jackson. Hate George Bush. And think about the alternatives. That’s another good thing about hatred. It makes you think about the alternatives.

It reminds me of my favorite quote from Pauline Kael: “Has it ever occurred to you that caring for others brings a bite to the voice?” All those people who complain about snark should remember that it doesn’t always come from a jaded cynicism (though too often it does), but also from a deep and real hatred and anger on the part of people who actually care about what’s going on in the arts, in the culture, and in the world. Just remember that the next time I mention Glee.

Compare and contrast

Friday, January 28th, 2011

Although I welcomed the arrival of Popdust, I’ve been a little put off by the reality—a little too jokey and snarky, a little too concerned with trivialities. Any new endeavor needs time to find itself, though, and the site has taken a big step in that direction this week with a correspondence between popduster (and former Idolator) Maura Johnston and LA Times music critic Ann Powers comparing the new videos from Avril Lavigne and P!nk, and the message the two artists are sending to young women (Johnston’s opening post is here; Powers’s reply here). It’s somewhat unfair—Lavigne has always been a bit of a fraud, and P!nk has certainly never kept her feminism a secret—but it’s good to see nonetheless. More of the same sort, please.