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90%

Wednesday, March 10th, 2010

A couple of days ago, Michaelangelo put up a note on his Tumblr blog, quoting a wonderfully pretentious line from the new Ted Leo and the Pharmacists album, The Brutalist Bricks. Sometimes I find myself in the mood for a good piece of pretentious nonsense, so I gave the album a spin on Rhapsody (yes, I know that’s an anachronism–sue me). It more than met any expectations Michael had created. It’s just about the funniest collection of late ’70s new wave cliches I’ve heard since, oh, the late ’70s. I was especially fond of the song that shifts from a Nick Lowe rip into an Elvis Costello rip and then back again. The Jam rip may be even better, since it not only lifts their music, but their overwrought political phrase slinging as well. All that’s missing is a cod reggae track. It’s all so intensely sincere. I haven’t laughed so hard at a record in months.

But then, tonight, I’m looking at The AV Club, and I see they’ve reviewed the album and given it a B+. Hmm. Fair enough, I think, but what kind of B+? An honorable B+, or a somewhat cynical, this gets a fairly high grade because it’s so wonderfully ridiculous B+? I was expecting the latter, but surprisingly, what I got was the former. The reviewer, who I’m not familiar with, considers it a good, if not great album. Even more surprising was the comments section. The AV Club has some the snootiest, most cynical commenters on the web, and in the case of this particular piece of flapdoodle I thought they would deliver their best. Instead I got oodles of Ted Leo love, including sincere comparisons to The Drive-By Truckers (huh?), Yo Lo Tengo (as if), and The Clash (oh, fuck you). I expected cynics, and found fanboys—fanboys who can’t tell the difference between Ted Leo and The Clash.

I’m not upset or surprised by this so much as confused. Actually, I’m not even confused, just stunned once again by further evidence that whoever it was that said 90% of everything is crap was referring to the audience, as well. 90% of the audience is crap. There. I’ve said it, and I’m glad.

(Oh, and critics, too. Don’t forget the critics.)

tilt this shift

Friday, February 26th, 2010

I would like to say just for the record that I am already sick to death of tilt-shift photography and movies (the latest offender to catch my eye is here). Like everybody else, I thought it was cool at first, but there’s too much of it now, and to my way of thinking, by making the world look like a toy or a Lego village or the set of an episode of Thunderbirds, it folds in too neatly with the cutesy, infantile attitude that infects much of current pop culture. It’s a neat technique, and I’m sure somebody somewhere is making art with it, but if they are I haven’t seen it.

“…it’s got too many notes…”

Friday, February 5th, 2010

Despite the sheer level of bombast and confused—and confusing—showmanship displayed at this year’s Grammy awards, there was nothing about the show that could be considered controversial. In fact, with its largest audience since 2004, the program can be considered, in business terms at least, a stunning success. But where there isn’t controversy, you can be sure that someone in the news business will create some, and sure enough, here comes MTV, that bastion of journalistic integrity, doing their best to maintain what is now a week long debate over Taylor Swift’s inability to hit certain notes in the chorus of “Rhiannon”, and whether that inability invalidates her entire career.

Just to keep the debate humming, and no doubt to keep his client’s name in the papers (as if she needed the publicity), the owner of Swift’s label, Scott Borchetta, gave an interview providing a defense that ran along the lines of the importance of emotion over technical proficiency, and in the process took a swipe at American Idol. This brought out Kelly Clarkson, who quite rightly felt insulted, though she made it clear that her beef was with Borchetta, and not Swift herself. Swift, meanwhile, with wisdom beyond her years, has kept her mouth shut about the whole thing.

What many of those currently following this apparently meaningless debate may not realize is that it isn’t new. For well over a year, country blogs have been full of comments about Swift’s occasionally erratic pitch in live performance, and the debate has moved pretty much along the same lines it has on MTV over the last week: she can’t sing and her music sucks vs. she can too sing vs. she can’t sing but it doesn’t matter because her records are still great.

My own opinion is that despite obvious technical limitations, Swift is still an excellent vocalist, and an even better songwriter. I’m also tempted to say “who cares as long as the records are good?” Except that a lot of people care, and they care for a very important reason: Swift represents the future of country music, and everyone, whether they like it or not, knows it. They also know that that future is going to be a lot different from the present, in ways that many people may not have even realized.

In terms of the current debate, one piece of the future Swift represents is the ultimate collapse, for a time at least, of the cult of the vocalist, which has ruled country for several years now. Listening to the country top ten over the last few years, it’s been impossible not to notice the almost fetishistic attention that is paid to vocals, especially among male singers. Whether it’s the tenor keening of Rascal Flatts, or the craggy baritone of someone like Trace Adkins, vocal perfection and detail is a central part of their records’ appeal. As such, the songs are no longer the point of most country records, but merely the vehicle for various vocal pyrotechnics.

Oddly, less attention seems to be lavished on women’s vocals (women are somewhat out of the picture in country right now, anyway—though they’re making a comeback, there are only nine in the current country top forty—another area where Swift could end up changing things). In the current market, women are required to be either belters or vamps, and little else (the whole redneck woman phase seems to have faded), and the prettier their voices are the better. Carrie Underwood is the obvious reflection of this, and no doubt Swift’s manager was thinking of her when he made his comment about American Idol. The only major exception beside Swift is Miranda Lambert, and even she had to soften her violent ways to finally get to number one; the others are mostly old-timers like Reba McEntire and Martina McBride.

Swift steps away from this completely. Not that her voice isn’t pretty enough, but because her primary focus is on her songs, not her voice. Not that her songs aren’t shaped to her vocal strengths —of course they are. But that’s because she wrote them, not because she chose them to fit her voice or show it off. And this is another area where Swift could have a major impact on current country. When she accepted her first award Sunday night and thanked her record company for letting her put out an album consisting entirely of her own songs, she wasn’t just rambling, she was helping to overturn a major country paradigm. Few country performers, and certainly not teenagers straight out of high school, record their own material, even if they’re capable of writing it. Only major stars who have proved themselves in the marketplace get to do that, and even then few do.

But if Swift does represent sweeping change in the country market, no one in the country establishment is resisting it. They’re well aware that the music has been in the doldrums the last few years, just like the rest of the music industry, only worse. Like every other genre, country album sales are down over 30% the last couple of years, and without the benefit, so far, of catching on digitally to compensate. They desperately need someone like Swift, who, besides selling a lot of records, promises a whole new paradigm for the industry and its audience, something that more traditional performers like Carrie Underwood or Lady Antebellum could never do, despite their sales.

So they’ve given Swift every award they could think of, and more so. Who can blame them? Name another performer who could generate a week of debate among a non-country audience over a couple of bum notes?

This explains so much

Sunday, January 31st, 2010

“Around here, we feel like Putumayo World Music and Whole Foods Market kind of grew up together…”
–Dan Storper, on the Whole Foods blog

A couple of final kicks

Wednesday, December 16th, 2009

I’m about to take them off my RSS feed and my blog roll, but I did want to get one final kick in at the Maura-less Idolator. Two, actually. The first comes from Sasha Frere-Jones, who nailed the situation perfectly the other day when he said Maura had been replaced with “two iPhone apps that crash every hour.”

The other is in reaction to a post by the apps themselves. In a news piece on Nielsen Soundscan’s ranking of the best selling albums of the year and the decade, they make the usual comment about declining album sales, which they finish with “thanks in no small part to the advent of illegal downloading.” Now, I realize that as an all-pop-all-the-time site, they need to spend some time shilling for the major labels, but does that mean they have to be lap dogs for the RIAA, as well? Did they not notice how heavily most critical best of the decade lists are weighted toward the first few years of the oughts (Pitchfork’s top ten of the decade includes only one album made after 2004)? Albums stopped selling because more albums sucked, dimwits. I’ve long been amazed by the fact that the record industry, and therefore too many people who write about the record industry, refuses to make the connection between musical quality and sales. But that sort of thought is beyond the new management of Idolator—who are, after all, paid not to think.

So, goodbye Idolator. You’ve turned into that old house in the middle of the block that used to have really cool, creative people living in it, but is now full of crackheads. Let’s hope somebody bulldozes the place before the addiction spreads.

Rock and roll—it’s an old man’s game

Thursday, December 3rd, 2009

My favorite Grammy category, as far as this year’s nominees go, is Best Solo Rock Vocal Performance:

Beyond Here Lies Nothin’—Bob Dylan
Change In The Weather—John Fogerty
Dreamer—Prince
Working On A Dream—Bruce Springsteen
Fork In The Road—Neil Young

Apparently no one under the age of fifty is allowed to take part in this category—and if it wasn’t for Prince, that number would be sixty. Or is it just that no one under fifty would be caught dead as a rock solo act? As it happens, except for the members of Kings of Leon, all the nominees in the rock categories are over thirty, and most are closer to forty and beyond. And do you really think Kings of Leon would be nominated if they hadn’t sold a couple of million records this year? Not that there aren’t good songs on that list—and the two best are by the two oldest nominees—but, geez, even the Traditional Pop category shows a wider age range.

Here they come

Wednesday, November 25th, 2009

Is it just my imagination, or is pop music starting to become important again? Not important important, you understand. Not aesthetically important, maybe not even culturally important, but important enough that people are starting to pay attention again, get riled up again, get upset again. In the last week, Adam Lambert has stirred up enough controversy to make the national news, Justin Bieber’s tweener fans nearly rioted in Long Island, and everybody who had an award to give gave it to Taylor Swift. On top of this, the CMA awards got their best ratings in four years, and the AMAs their best in seven.

Meanwhile, Miley Cyrus, who struggled to get out of the Disney Ghetto for years, has now been in the top ten for over three months—if it wasn’t for the Black Eyed Peas she’d have been number one for at least a third of that time. BEP’s own album, The E.N.D., with it’s stripped-down, electronic, minimalist sound, was something totally new, at least for them and most of their audience, and yet the singles still managed to hold the number one spot for half the year. And since their reign has ended, we’ve had a different number one every week (some of those were repeaters, but no record has managed to stay on top for more than one week at a time). The audience is itchy. They still want records that are recognizably pop, but they want new pop—and often, decidedly eccentric pop.

In the summer of 2008, I began to wonder if the bottom hadn’t fallen out of pop music. I still think I was right. But now we’re starting to see the next generation crawl up from the ruins, charting their own path onward and upward. For the moment, the torchbearer appears to be Lady GaGa, who has been all over television the last week or so (if they could have found some way to sneak her onto the CMAs, I’m sure they would have). “Bad Romance” is the pop record and video of the year, if only because it marks the point at which the old guard is replaced with the new. You can almost hear the collective sigh from the record labels.

Is it just me, or is it spikey in here?

Wednesday, November 25th, 2009

I’m not a big fashion guy, but when these three photos turned up in my RSS feed, I couldn’t help but notice. I guess everyone’s feeling a little defensive these days.

Spikey

Spikey

Spikier

Spikier

Spikiest

Spikiest

And just as a side note, I’ve finally figured out what Adam Lambert reminds me of: a demented game show host.

Missing the obvious

Monday, November 23rd, 2009

In all the verbiage about how shocking and controversial Adam Lambert’s performance on last night’s American Music Awards was, nobody I know of has stated the obvious: it was terrible. Worse than terrible. Ridiculous. Performances like that are what turned the word “gay” into a pejorative.

As Jed Leland might say, “Oh, brother!”

Friday, November 20th, 2009

The idea of 3,000 tweeners and their parents charging an Abercrombie Kids store to get a glimpse of a fifteen-year-old pop star would seem to be either an image from a long-ago past or the stuff of pop-culture satire, except it just happened in Long Island. One seriously hurt, the police called in, the whole event cancelled, and hours afterwards girls will still hanging out in the mall waiting for their object of affection to show up. I haven’t followed Justin Bieber’s YouTube career, just listened to his singles as they came out, but obviously his fan base is more obesessed than the blandness of the records themselves would lead you to believe. Somebody needs to remind me of the last time teenage girls nearly rioted over a pop star. I tell you, it’s beginning to feel more like the mid-fifties every day, and we all know where that led.