Saturday, December 30, 2006

This Year...NOT!


TEN! NINE! EIGHT!...

No, I will not reveal my great idea for the world's greatest band ever (woops, let that part slip!) this year. But I will say a few words and also post Ross of Love's 2006 mix.

Year-end thoughts:

I dislike my tone but like the ideas in a few of the previous comments. I feel this is something I should explore further. When I get back home, I'll tie some of my own ideas about THE STATE OF THINGS (though I wouldn't claim to be able to accurately depict that...more my impressions of the limited publications/sites/etc. I pay attention to) to crises in ethnographic filmmaking practices. The point being that many of these ideas transcend discipline.

"Taking this shit seriously" seems like an obvious idea, but I haven't really thought about it in the context of what I do (even if I've been trying to do it). It's alarming to consider that pop music as of 2007 has so few significant intellectual havens, be they in academia (essentially non-existent) or on the internet, where the best one can hope for is a disparate patchwork of blogs and sites, but not really a unified sense of community, despite the perceived COMMUNITY of music writers/thinkers that, for instance, Idolator is pandering to. But you'd have to be some kinda asshole to want to be in that club!

Toward a pop anthropology -- well, that won't work, exactly, because we (the writers n' thinkers n' listeners) aren't on the outside looking in, even if a lot of writers would like to position themselves outside. Or, more appropriately, at a clinical or sarcastic distance. Presumably, we write/think about whatever it is we're listening to because it is WORTH DOING. If it wasn't worth doing, you'd figure we'd stop doing it. "Whatever" is always invalid as a critical response. Snickering (alone) is not analysis. Sarcasm (alone) is not analysis. Sarcasm is not irony. Sarcasm is not satire. Nothing is "meta," because meta is a PREFIX that requires context.

Anyway. Idolator has just posted this:

- Lily Allen has declared war on people who bought Paris Hilton's Paris, saying "People cheesy enough to buy albums like that should be killed." No word on whether or not people who also bought Alright, Still would get away with just being maimed.


Idolator offers no follow-up. As simple news reportage, this is insufficient -- Idolator has characteristically covered their bases by not responding to Lily Allen's attack and then attacking her to make sure that there's a nice blanket of bile.

What do the editors of Idolator think of Paris Hilton's new album? On November 21st they ran a post on Paris vomiting on stage at a Jay-Z performance with the headline: "Not Even Paris Hilton Can Stomach Paris Hilton's Music." On September 20th, they reported:

Paris Hilton's SoundScans have dropped into the four-digit range. No wonder she gave that homeless guy money yesterday--he can totally go to Best Buy and goose her sales tallies a bit.


September 7th - "news story" about a DUI. And then, closer to the release date, we get Idolator's editorial swipes that align them pretty much in Lily Allen's camp of shitheads.

Septmeber 6th, this idiotic review is considered to be the "most apt" assessment of Paris.

September 5th, an article on the Banksy stunt that covers its bases, throwing shit equally at all parties involved. The motivations behind the Banksy stunt are "brain-bending." The headline: "Paris Hilton's Album Finally Considered a Work of Art."

August 29th, we finally get the one and only Idolator word on Paris:

Considering that Hilton's public-exposure level is just below that of Hassan Nasrallah's, [selling 75,000 copies in the first week] is a total disaster, right?

Not exactly. While we won't have confirmed numbers until later in the afternoon, the fact that Hilton came even close to the 75,000 mark is pretty astounding. Sure, industry watchdogs will point out that just about anyone can make it to the Top 10 with an ample marketing budgeting these days, and that next week's sales will probably experience an unholy drop-off, and that these are the sort of high-cost, low-payoff projects that are killing the majors. But look at it this way: A woman whose only prior music experience was dating a second-tier Backstreet Boy--and whose curiosity-object album could easily have been downloaded for free--still sold more copies in its first week than the last Slayer and Obie Trice efforts, and came close to beating Johnny Cash's American V debut. The lesson here: If you really want to get people out to the stores, make sure you get them a TV gig in which they can give handjobs to farm animals.


That is the ONLY comment Idolator ever made on Paris Hilton's album. (Also, Nick Carter was a first-tier Backstreet Boy, FACT-CHECKERS PLZ.) There is no musical analysis, no social analysis, and no real opinion about the album itself stated one way or the other. And then a few months later they have the nerve to take a swipe at Lily Allen for essentially saying the same thing!

And hey, I signed up for this gig. I emailed my info out for their poll and submitted my ballot. But simply choosing not to participate is an easy out -- why not get Paris's album some positive coverage on the site? Even if it's considered "contrarian" (which it isn't -- although it IS contrary to the above series of bullshit assumptions about Paris and her music that make no effort whatsoever at any sort of justification...that's just the way it is).

But I imagine that Idolator are such shameless panderers that they'll print Frank's comments about Paris and proceed to do precisely nothing about the tone or general aims of their site, since the main goal seems to be patting as many readers on the back as possible. Or maybe they'll offer an insufficient quasi-apologetic response to the ideas presented as a one time only deal (to cover their Frank base) and then print another safely sarcastic headline.

But I can't keep holding Idolator up as a sole example of these tendencies, because Idolator is a symptom of a greater poison in conversation, the assumption that everything's "understood" already. Any significant changes to what is understood (e.g. in 2006, Beyonce is great but Paris and Lindsay and Ashlee are MANUFAKSHURED TRASH) drip in slowly enough to keep the nasty and dishonest tone intact. In 2007 we could all be lovin' us some P-Hilt at a distance (like what seems to be a turnaround on "My Humps" after so many people's vitriolic reception, but no love for Fergie yet) but it won't change the fact that everything's a goddamn joke, and worse you don't even have to tell us what the punchline is because we know it already. Paris and Scott Storch walk into a recording studio...

OH SIX! Year-end mix for OH SIX dut duh-duh dut dut party times. Ross has 'em up at Mincetapes, here's the link.

Actually, I'm gonna post 'em here, too. All mixmaking credit goes to Ross of Love, located this way.

OH SIX PART I

OH SIX PART II

EDIT: Y'all should also check out the last post, where there's an innarestin if heated convo happening in the comments.

EDIT 2: WE SHARE OUR MOTHER'S DUFF WTF!!!!!!! SEXY/CAT!!!!!!


Friday, December 22, 2006

Skye Friday: TAKIN' IT TO THE (EXPERIENTIAL) EXTREME!



Yes, it's back back back. And not 'cuz of a nice placeholder post at SkyeSpace. Today we have a guest blogger, my composer friend Ian, who has done a VERY in-depth analysis of Skye's cover of "Wild World." And when I say VERY, I mean FIFTEEN PAGE ACADEMIC ESSAY very. We've talked about a lot of this privately, and I think this is a great place to get some of these ideas floating. What I like best about this essay is that it carries on some of the technical analysis that's happened on places like the teenpop thread. Anyway, enough of my blabbin', y'all got a ways to go.

(A note on footnotes/endnotes: All footnotes and endnotes will be placed at the end of the essay for obvious reasons. There are some great footnotes, which suffer in this format from being put all the way at the bottom of the post, but that's life, as Amy Diamond says.)

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Covering a Basis: Tactics of experiential manipulation in Skye Sweetnam’s cover of “Wild World”

In popular music culture, performing original songs will gain you a certain extra level of artistic credibility, for better or worse. This same expectation is not placed upon classical music ensembles, most of which exclusively perform works not written by members of the ensemble. However, even though less such exclusivity exists among pop ensembles, the popular music idiom does permit many more possibilities in terms of re-interpreting a non-original work. A pop group may actually be more equipped to re-create a song to its full artistic potential than a classical ensemble, because further experimentation – what would be considered over-deviation in classical music – is almost what is expected of a good cover. To put it another way: fewer parameters of music must be changed in the classical tradition before the work is considered an arrangement or even a new piece. Many more parameters may be altered in the pop tradition for a song still to be considered a uniquely inspired performance of an existing work. Pop groups have more liberty to provide an answer to the question, “Why should I listen to this version instead of the original?”

In spite of this expanded freedom, it is rare that one comes across a pop cover that truly understands this opportunity and capitalizes on it. Most covers will simply change the style of a song; a more radical interpretation will re-write some harmonies, or even lyrics. But beyond these simple devices there is a whole world of possibilities to be exploited when deciding how to re-interpret a work. One of those possibilities is the idea of taking advantage of an audience’s familiarity with a previous version – and an audience’s expected reactions to that version – and using these associations to craft a cover that uses its self-referentiality to create an entirely new aesthetic experience with much of the same material. While the style- and harmony-related tactics mentioned above attempt to re-tool a song for a fresh audience, this alternative method attempts to play to the sympathies of a similar audience to that of the original, but more directly and viscerally. An innovative example of this second method is Skye Sweetnam’s cover of the Cat Stevens song “Wild World”, released in 2003 as a B-side on the single Billy S.

The interpretation Sweetnam offers of Stevens’ 1970 hit can almost be viewed as an effectual “pop art” rendering of the original. An audience’s sense of the original song’s nuances is heightened through the intensification of musical parameters surrounding those nuances; what is revolutionary about Sweetnam’s “Wild World” is which of those parameters she intensifies and in what ways. Sweetnam’s elucidation of the experiential extremes of the original song creates a special intensity to audience members accustomed to the original, thus triggering a very familiar reaction to what these audience members had heretofore assumed was a communally-crafted experience with “Wild World” (i.e. an experience crafted due to common societal reactions to and appraisals of the song’s materials, and not a result of the music itself). Because of this illumination, Sweetnam’s cover effectively serves as a rather advanced experiential analysis of the original. On top of this, Sweetnam adds her own advanced tactics (or rather, the advanced tactics of the modern pop genres) of intensifying experiential time to further augment her version’s appeal on a level less associated with past experiences, in combination with an appeal to the “subjective set” (to be defined momentarily) of factors of musical cohesion.

A few definitions of terms are in order: Karlheinz Stockhausen defines “experiential time” in his seminal 1955 article, “Structure and Experiential Time”:

By experiential time we mean the following: when we hear a piece of music, processes of alteration follow each other at varying speeds; we have now more time to grasp alterations, now less…. In all perception we have to do only with variable alterations that have a particular structure; these various time-structures we experience qualitatively through various concepts (parameters). A repetition has the smallest degree of alteration, a wholly surprising event the greatest.[1]


Experiential time is the concept of how a given piece of music increases or decreases its grasp of an audience’s attention, either over the duration of the work or at a more local level. These local levels of experiential time are primarily what this paper will be concerned with.

Another influential thesis provides us with terms for this analysis: James Tenney’s META (+) HODOS. Tenney presents an overview, adopted from Gestalt theory, of factors that may be manipulated to affect how local units (i.e. moments, motifs, or ideas) of music cohere or segregate. These include proximity, similarity, intensity, repetition, objective set and subjective set. Tenney defines the latter two terms with the following passage:

Objective set will refer to expectations or anticipations arising during a musical experience which are produced by prior events occurring within the same piece, while subjective set would refer to expectations or anticipations which are the result of experiences previous to those that are occasioned by the particular piece of music now being considered.[2]


To rephrase: “Objective set” refers to expectations generated by one’s experience with the current performance of the piece itself; “subjective set” refers to expectations generated by an audience’s experiences, musical or otherwise, prior to hearing the piece. It is, obviously, “subjective set” that we will be most concerned with here. The following analysis assumes that the audience discussed has enough experience with Stevens’ original version to make the described subconscious connections.[3]

Perhaps the most basic differences between the two versions of “Wild World” are also personified by the basic differences between the over-arching styles of the two artists: the laid-back, peace-movement-influenced crooning of Stevens against the [girl]power-driven vocals and beats of Sweetnam. It is in examining this disparity that the most fundamental liberties in Sweetnam’s version become apparent: first, the accelerated tempo and intensified key, and second, the way the pulse is constructed, both rhythmically and texturally (the question of the construction of the pulse has severe experiential connotations).

In addressing the former consideration, we find that Sweetnam’s cover proceeds at about 1.12 times the tempo of the original. The audience is thrust immediately into a faster rate of absorption than it expects from the Stevens “Wild World”; Sweetnam has intensified one parameter of the music so as to give the illusion that time is passing more quickly than in the original. This is confirmed if we assume that since it is (in terms of basic material) the same song, the same amount of information will be transmitted (as we will later discover, Sweetnam actually transmits a fair amount more information). Stockhausen explains this concept:

The greater the temporal density of unexpected alteration – the information content – the more time we need to grasp events, and the less time we have for reflection, the quicker time passes; the lower the effective density of alteration…, the less time the senses need to react, so that greater intervals of experiential time lie between the processes, and the slower time passes.[4][5]


An equal amount of information being experienced in a shortened time-frame will, by this definition, lead to the effective acceleration of time. This effect is strengthened by the anticipation of the expected amount of information (as well as what is expected to be the tempo) in the subjective set.

The subject of key is also in play, albeit with a much smaller effect. Stevens’ original version is performed in the key of A minor, while Sweetnam presents the song four semitones higher, in C-sharp minor. The general intensity of pitch increases to the upward direction, and the change of a major third found here is a substantial intensification of the key. Its effect on an audience and on the subjective set, however, is less substantial. It affects those with excellent pitch memory that can notice the difference between the keys upon hearing Sweetnam’s cover, and it also affects those who may be listening to the two versions consecutively. This effect, however, is lost within seconds as one reorients to the key of the current version. The first few bars of the cover do provide a contrast that intensifies the material for the audience, but this contrast is not nearly as significant nor as enduring as the tempo modification, for while one may also become oriented to the tempo, this does not slow the experiential pace of information until much later in the song, far later than the point at which the effect of the new key has been lost.[6]

It is in the construction of the pulse that we find Sweetnam more acutely toying with Stockhausen’s “density of alteration”. In the original version, the pulse finds virtually no significant accentuation; there is simply Stevens’ guitar strumming at a somewhat uniform intensity level throughout the verse. While the percussive strumming sounds do occur in places that accentuate the beat, the accentuation is quite low-key, reflecting the overall style of the song. If one were to imagine a graph of the intensity of the accompaniment over time, we would see few “peaks” in the Stevens version; it would be more of a straight line. What Sweetnam offers is a re-interpretation of the pulse and beat structure that simultaneously achieves two seemingly disparate aims. The accompaniment in each bar is based upon driving towards beats two and four (a familiar convention of the rock genre) through an increase of the audience’s sense of anticipation of those beats.[7] But what is simultaneously being executed if we look deeper into the texture is a sixteenth-note subdivision of the pulse, which constantly drives the attention of the listener forward. The effect gained by this dichotomy is similar to that of a passenger on a moving motorboat viewing evenly spaced events along the land; the passenger’s focus is drawn to each individual event, but the boat’s course keeps him from dwelling and constantly drives him towards his next point of interest.

More specifically: The most obvious factors that draw attention to beats two and four are: 1) the actual accents on those beats created by the handclaps and bass drum, and 2) the “reverse cymbal” effect whose intensity constantly rises towards each respective beat in terms of both dynamic (volume) and sound-complexity (since it is a reversal of an actual cymbal hit, the further along in the sound it goes, the further it leads towards the most reverberations in the sound). This cymbal effect deserves most of the credit for the audience’s heightened sense of anticipation. The aforementioned sixteenth-note meter is created by a combination of the guitar strumming (in, obviously, a much more regular pattern than in the original Stevens) and the occasional repeated bass note in the same rhythm. Of the eight sixteenth-notes required for two beats, seven are actually articulated: the first five leading to and landing on beat two, and the final two before beat three, which are only articulated by a pitchless strumming of the guitar. Though only one sixteenth-note is omitted, the effect is considerable: a discontinuation of the ongoing subdivision at that precise moment draws attention back to the last significant event, in this case beat two or four. While seven out of the eight notes are enough to make the listener cognizant of the continuing subdivision (i.e. enough to “keep the boat moving”), the one small omission directs attention backwards significantly (enough to “focus on shore”). Also significantly adding to this effect is the sudden dropout of the surrounding instrumental texture for three to four sixteenth notes.

This is the first clear example of Sweetnam using her cover as an analysis. Where Stevens’s accompaniment diminishes the effect of the pulse, Sweetnam’s amplifies it, providing the audience up front with a reaction they may have had subconsciously to the original. Her transparent presentation of the effect of the pulse excites a listener that remembers it as a personal intuitive perception from a past experience with the old version. The lack of an articulated subdivision immediately after beats two and four, this “dropping off a cliff” feeling the listener has for a split second, also harkens to (and is consciously reminiscent of) another section of the song: the refrain, which provides Sweetnam with her greatest opportunity to capitalize on the subjective set. The refrain of “Wild World” is (as it is with most pop songs) the most well-known, most quoted section of the original song. Stevens crafts it effectively: a simple, catchy opening line and melody (on “Oo, baby, baby it’s a wild world”), followed by the first independent melodic instrumental line of the song – the descending guitar figure, the most driving force yet encountered, which leads heavily towards the downbeat of the following bar. That downbeat, however, is not as emphasized as beat two, creating an excellent sense of anticipation (as described earlier) for the duration of beat one. Sweetnam’s cognizance of the significant nature of these ideas (in comparison with the rest of the song) is readily apparent in her experiential re-interpretation of them.

When one is privately recalling a favorite, enjoyed, or even loathed song through singing it to oneself, the instrumental and vocal parts are(at least audibly) replaced by a monophonic line; certain lesser factors are omitted as a result of necessity, preference, or memory (or lack thereof). Sweetnam’s treatment of the refrain exploits this idea in order to provide her audience with a more personal rendition by emphasizing these most “remembered” aspects of the work; she highlights the parts the listener is most likely to remember (and therefore sing to him/herself) and presents them in full orchestration. She begins, on one level, with the general heightening of energy of the refrain, much as Stevens does in his version. Where Stevens adds a drum set and a slightly more involved guitar part, Sweetnam offers a general increase in volume, a more driving percussion section (the sixteenth-note meter is now unbroken in the drum set, and on a more reverberation-able cymbal) and a double-tracked, harmonized vocal part.[8]

I would argue that two most significant and famous ideas (or, as Tenney would call them, “clangs”[9]) in the original refrain are the aforementioned descending guitar line and the emphasized beat two that immediately follows. Sweetnam places a special emphasis on these factors that is not found (to this degree) in the original Stevens version. The descending guitar line is vocalized by Sweetnam with “na na nas”, and harmonized in thirds. This is similar to the previously mentioned double-tracked vocals on the lyrics throughout the refrain. The actual vocalization of the guitar line relates it immediately to the subjective set of an acquainted audience (the use of a familiar onomatopoeia aids this cause), while the added harmonization (in essence an orchestration of a direct appeal to the subjective set) ratchets the parametric intensity of the figure to a very exciting point. The aspect of experientialism is considerably enhanced through these two techniques: a direct appeal to the subjective set, and an intensification that propels that appeal.

It is in re-interpreting the second of the previously mentioned significant ideas of the refrain, the emphasized beat two after the guitar line, that Sweetnam crafts her most skillful empirical exposition. On the first refrain of the original, and in the first phrase of each following refrain, Stevens places a bass note on beat one of the measure in question, giving the guitar line from the previous bar a tangible and audible destination. On the second phrase in later instances of the refrain, Stevens removes this note, further emphasizing beat two by adding a level of anticipation that directs attention towards the next substantial musical event (it does not direct attention backwards, as Sweetnam’s earlier discussed omission of one subdivision note in the verse, since the guitar line has more of a leading quality and is not locally powerful enough to command attention from such an omission). This may very well be the single most distinctive aspect about “Wild World”, no matter which version is discussed. Sweetnam takes this de-emphasized beat to the next level, placing it on every instance of the refrain, and putting more emphasis on beat two by adding a guitar pickup figure slightly beforehand, along with a very audible drawn breath to prepare for the following lyrics. This appeals to the subjective set in a different way; not so much capitalizing on an audience’s familiarity with the song, but capitalizing on the general association of drawn breath with anticipation. She is again taking a musical idea that Stevens at first hinted at and later emphasized subtly, and altering it so as to become the main focus of attention, not only at its instance in the refrain, but as a sort of Grundgestalt[10] throughout the cover (its magnification in the breakdown [bridge] section will be discussed later on).

In her re-interpretation of the descending guitar line and the de-emphasized beat that follows, Sweetnam is again musically providing experiential analysis of the original work. Her combined subjective presentation and parametric intensification of the guitar line exploit her audience’s experiential history with the work, as does her emphasis of the previously comparatively understated de-emphasized beat. A low-level experiential analysis of Sweetnam’s cover would in effect mirror a deeper-level analysis of the original. To simplify, Sweetnam takes the subtle things from Stevens’ version and turns them into blatant things in her own, but her selection of which factors to emphasize and in just what way to accomplish that emphasis shows a sophisticated understanding of musicological factors of listening.

It is, however, in this superb appeal to the subjective set that Sweetnam falters somewhat in her handling of the objective set. Stevens crafts a progressive presentation of this de-emphasized beat idea: In the first refrain there is no de-emphasized beat, in the second refrain (second phrase) he removes the bass note and leaves only a soft cymbal strike on the downbeat, and in the third and fourth refrains he removes the cymbal, and the only articulated force that drives to the second beat is his guttural “and I” before the band comes in again. As he provides less and less articulation of beat one, more and more anticipation of beat two is palpable. Sweetnam, however, does not vary in any refrain or any phrase how she handles this de-emphasized beat. As a result, the element of surprise and anticipation (and consequently the degree of alteration) decreases with each passing refrain. While Sweetnam expertly re-interpreted this idea, she could have done much more to cultivate it within the context of her version in order to engross a listener even further. The aspect of experientialism, aided by further development, could have achieved a series of new, more exciting levels.

Other, lesser ways in which Sweetnam appeals to the subjective set include the following: firstly, her vocal style, with its (far) greater degree of pitch fluctuation and vocal inflection than Stevens’, creates an increase in energy that pervades the entire song. It is true that this is more indicative of Sweetnam’s genre than of a conscious decision, but the effect remains nonetheless.

Secondly, the melodic aspect of the IV-V progression in the minor key of the verse that ends the refrain is doubled at the octave. Stevens merely places more weight on the bass notes; Sweetnam’s accentuation of this figure has more presence to an audience, and adds drive to what is already an encapsulating gesture.

Thirdly, there is the issue of the ending of Sweetnam’s version. Stevens ends with the final words in the refrain (“child, girl”) and lets the decay of the last instrumental notes fade, offering a sense of closure in the diminishing sound. Sweetnam’s ends much more abruptly; after “child, girl” (of which “girl” is only sung by the harmony track) there is nothing. It can be argued that this is not an appeal to the subjective set, but I would go farther and argue that it is simply an ineffective one, and an ineffective ending altogether. While one may say that it provides a bookend to a song that began as abruptly, I believe that while the beginning is sudden, it still contains a strong introductory element (and lasts a full measure). Sweetnam’s cover ends no differently than any of the refrains in her version, and leaves the audience with an almost total lack of closure, especially considering the lack of fulfillment of the phrase. This is another area where more development of materials found in the objective set would have better served the purpose Sweetnam desired, no matter what that purpose was.

Fourthly, Sweetnam fashions another excellent inducement of the subjective set by using phrase ambiguities in select areas of the cover. After the eight drum hits that begin the piece, the structure follows that of Stevens’. Sweetnam replaces Stevens’ opening “la la las” with “fa la las” , using the sense of force created by the articulation of an “F” sound to drive the phrase forward. Stevens begins with two phrases of this idea, ending each on the downbeat of a bar. In Sweetnam’s interpretation, she enacts the same structure, while simultaneously beginning a second identical phrase offset by a beat so that it ends on beat two of the final measure, one beat after the first phrase. Not only does this ambiguity shake the expectation of a listener and therefore increase the sense of anticipation, it also foreshadows the emphasis of beat two that will become so important in later sections of the song.

The entire introductory section is also comprised of material that foreshadows the breakdown/bridge that follows the second verse. What is particularly interesting about this breakdown is that it puts to use both the subjective and objective sets toward a common goal. The breakdown uses the aforementioned phrase ambiguity in much the same way that the introduction does, only in this instance it does not wait for the second phrase to introduce the offset portion; the ambiguity is ubiquitous and more integral to the structure. It also expands the idea of a de-emphasized beat, dropping accompanimental figures on beats two, three and four in the first two bars, essentially magnifying the de-emphasized beat idea. This, at first, appears to be purely a utilization of the objective set, taking a prevalent idea from the song’s refrain (and, to a lesser extent, introduction) and expanding upon it in a developmental section. Considering, however, that the very idea of this de-emphasized beat is highly dependent on and totally avails itself of the subjective set, this factor cannot be ignored in discussing the effectiveness of this section of the work. On a surface level, it is the objective set that makes the breakdown so successful, but the factors used objectively are wholly influenced by previous decisions that appeal to an audience’s prior prejudices.

This extraordinary approach to covering songs merits further discussion. Sweetnam has used tactics that, if pursued in more detail by other artists, could offer an entirely new way of thinking about re-interpreting songs with which the general public is familiar, and about re-shaping a listener’s reaction not only to his or her favorite music, but to his or her self. This can be, as Sweetnam has demonstrated, accomplished through careful thought or analysis of just what about the energies of an original song gratifies an audience, and crafting of the local energies of a cover to compellingly draw attention to those subtle fluctuations (or, in an interesting twist, attempt to break down or work against the experiential cycles of the original!). Compared to the original, Sweetnam’s “Wild World” is the next level; a sort of “rate of rate of change” graph of Stevens’ experiential patterns. Were Sweetnam to have pushed her empirical scrutiny to an even higher degree, the effect on an audience could be stunning, although the actual music, becoming more and more stretched by these sophisticated parametric alterations, might become so disparate from the original as to limit the number of listeners that would actually take the time to comprehend these new levels. To reconcile this consideration would be a balance that only a truly thoughtful and experienced musician could achieve, but such an accomplishment could provide a very clear window into the future of popular music.



NOTES:
[1]Stockhausen, Karlheinz. “Structure and Experiential Time.” Die Reihe 2 (1955): 64-74.

[2] Tenney, James. “META (+) HODOS: A Phenomenology of Twentieth-Century Musical Materials and an Approach to the Study of Form.” New Orleans: Inter-American Institute for Musical Research, 1964.

[3] I realize the apparent cultural disparity between the genre of music I am analyzing and the intensely academic theories I am using to analyze it. I believe that a) it is perfectly logical and fruitful to apply Stockhausen’s and Tenney’s theories on music to the popular genre, and b) that these ideas are not too obscure for a pop audience generally unfamiliar with musical academia to grasp. While it is certainly true that, in general, pop artists are not concerned (at least consciously) with the tactics I am describing, the same could certainly be said for many of the composers analyzed by such theorists as Stockhausen and Tenney. A musical outcome does not necessarily reflect the artist’s intention, and vice versa. Regardless, theorists dealing with audience perception must be primarily concerned with the outcome.


[4]See note [1].

[5]A slightly different but no less compelling discussion of these issues can be found in Gerard Grisey’s article “Tempus ex Machina”. (Grisey, Gerard. “Tempus ex Machina: A composer’s reflections on musical time.” Contemporary Music Review 2 (1987): 239-275.)

[6] Here might be well placed a mention of the literal opening bars of the song: eight accented snare and bass drum eighth-notes followed immediately and abruptly by the “actual” introduction. This acts, marvelously, as a simultaneous obfuscator and de-obfuscator of the principles above: a de-obfuscator in that it presents, in its most basic form, the tempo of the song, “priming” the audience for what should be expected, and an obfuscator in that it is such an obscure, startling introduction when compared to the Stevens version that any “priming” effect it may have had is assuredly lost to its peculiarity; it may even leave the listener less prepared to accept the new tempo than had it been omitted.

[7]Along with heightened anticipation comes both a level of expectation and a level of anticipation of whether that expectation will be fulfilled, along with (to a smaller extent) both levels of this second anticipation, along with both levels of this third anticipation, and so forth. This layering of anticipations has an accelerating effect on experiential time; time seems to go faster.

[8] It is significant that the refrain is the only part of the song (excluding the climactic final verse) that is harmonized; as the part of the original piece most likely be mimicked by the audience, its parametric intensity is increased in the vocal part (with a more involved harmony) in order to further evoke that aspect of experientialism.

[9] See note [2], p. 13.

[10] Grundgestalt: “Fundamental concept underlying a musical work, the features of which influence and determine specific ideas within the work itself.”
(Epstein, David. Beyond Orpheus: Studies in Musical Structure. Cambridge: The MIT Press, 1979.)


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Thursday, December 21, 2006

Music from 2007 will steal most of its ideas from 1910

When was the last time I actually read an email from a PR company? (I mean no great disrespect to PR writers, but I do get about ten of these damn things a day.)

Bubblegum Legends 1910 Fruitgum Co. dispel myths in blog

For immediate release
December 20, 2006

LOS ANGELES- For nearly forty years, the soul of bubblegum music has been schizophrenically split. On one side, the producers, songwriters and studio cats who pulled the strings and made most of the money. On the other, the teenage garage rock players who went out on the road bearing the name of a hit band, even if they didn't always know "their" latest tune. They got the glory, but didn't get to write the history.

Now one of those garage-turned-bubblegum bands has crawled out of the pink mists of time to tell their own story. Floyd Marcus, original drummer of the 1910 Fruitgum Company ("Simon Says," "1-2-3 Red Light") is now blogging at the Bubblegum University website in hopes of setting the record straight. In his first post, Floyd describes a triumphant fill-in gig for the Vanilla Fudge, when the initially angry crowd was won over by the raw rock power of the "bubblegum" combo. Future entries will explore the band's formation, studio and road tales and answers to fans' questions.

Floyd Marcus says, "I didn't realize how much wrong information was out there about the band. I'm back, involved again and I can't wait to finally tell the real story. We were a real band, played great, and had crazy experiences on and off the road. We're grateful to Bubblegum University for the soapbox and want our fans to know if they ask the questions, we will answer them!"

The 1910 Fruitgum Company has reformed with original members, and performs frequently in the Eastern U.S. For more about the 1910 Fruitgum Company, visit their website

http://www.1910fruitgumcompany.com/

Bubblegum University (your sticky pink think tank) is a website run by Kim Cooper, co-editor of the bubblegum bible "Bubblegum Music is the Naked Truth" and writer of liner notes for "The Best of the 1910 Fruitgum Co."

http://www.bubblegum-music.com


Haven't checked this out yet (just got home and opened my email) but sounds interesting. There's at least one Kim Cooper link on the sidebar already.

EDIT: The 1910 blog post is here. Not as exciting as I'd hoped, but a good excuse to plug the site again.




Tuesday, December 19, 2006

Thank the Voice

...For postponing what might be the single greatest post in the history of this blog (excluding an upcoming guest essay on Skye Sweetnam's cover of "Wild World") so that I can pick apart an article on Disney-pop. Not that angry about it, but it's so detached and flippant that I actually think I hate it MORE than an average lazy article about it. Or maybe I'm just itchin' to blog what with the GREATEST IDEA OF ALL TIME waiting in the wings like a buncha hyperactive hyperglycemic SUPERSTARS (hint hint hint hint).

Anyway, here's the link to the piece by Lindsey Thomas. Creepy old man, ATTACK!

The teenage heroes of The Cheetah Girls 2, a Disney Channel movie about an aspiring girl group, are clearly destined to live in the spotlight, though it might be shining down on a stripper pole.


Creepy old men, indeed. Y'know, invoking a mythical lecherous audience hiding in the shadows, even as a jokey aside, doesn't somehow absolve you from saying creepy things yourself. Granted, she's just talking about their names, but STILL.

As for the vacantly inspirational [High School Musical] soundtrack, with sales reaching 3.3 million units as of December 1, it's poised to be the best-selling album of 2006.


"Vacantly inspirational!" --Village Voice...I really hate this condescending tone, and it peeks out just enough all through this piece to really rub me the wrong way. It's also apparent in some recent pieces in the Times about Jingle Ball (which apparently had record low sales, a fact that wasn't mentioned in either the preview or follow-up). If you're gonna make an argument for vacancy, make it, but don't act like it's understood is all I'm saying.

Disney has long been a factory for teen pop stars, but Britney and Justin's roles as normal, everyday students were never put on display. Today you'll be hard-pressed to find a Disney Channel character who doesn't have to worry about the occasional science project.


GRARGH. Britney and Justin are not from the "Disney factory" -- they obviously have a history with Disney, but there IS a Disney factory, which isn't mentioned even once in this article. That factory is actually a relatively recent phenomenon, and dates back to 2002 at the absolute earliest, but essentially it's been running at full steam for a little over two years. Hollywood Records gets about ZERO mention in any of these crapped out trend pieces, and it's absolutely the center of the story, if we're talking about "well, gee, how did this even happen?"

As for that last part, has this person even seen the "Baby One More Time" video? First shot: TAPPING PENCIL DURING A TEST WAITING FOR THE BELL! Britney's got academic woes, too!

But the lack of creativity isn't as important as the content. Song after song delivers the same message: Push the limits; live out your dreams; let nothing stand in your way.


That bit follows a comparison along the lines of Grease : HSM :: "Hannah Montana" : "Jem" :: Cheetah Girls : Josie and the Pussycats. Which makes a few major errors in setting up a foundation for unoriginality, including but not limited to: (1) High School Musical might be BETTER than Grease to the extent that it isn't fetishizing and wimpifying a whole pop culture era, and is perhaps a significant document of its OWN era, although it might not be a version of this era that most non-Disney-friendly people are going to want to acknowledge; (2) Cheetah Girls are nothing at all like Josie and the Pussycats -- plus, there WAS a J&TP recently (feat. Kay Hanley), and it was awesome; (3) I don't remember "Jem" at all, I suppose that could be a fair comparison, but it's not like the idea is unprecendented.

If the girls attract any creepy old dudes, it's purely incidental. The ladies are gunning for the same demographic that used to fall for prefab boybands and now wants nothing more than completely fictional groups and scripted drama that's only as scandalous as your average homeroom spat.


Well, they don't attract me because their music sucks.

Also,



And diversity? From the look of their press photos, they've achieved the same racially ambiguous, honey-colored glow that Mariah Carey's been rocking for years.


Repeating myself but what the hell...why do so many writers think that by merely suggesting (or winking at) some sinister monolothic marketing system they'll somehow be off the hook for the racist/sexist things that come out of their own mouths? Maybe I'm reading too much into this quote, but I don't think that Mariah's "racial ambiguity" was planned. (Not even that ambiguous -- it's not listed under "honey-colored" on the chart, but Mariah's mother is Irish-American and her father is Afro-Venezuelan, according to Wiki.

OK, I'm done with this, stay tuned for tomorrow's post that will probably change the world.

EDIT: Other Disney related things while I'm pokin' around this post, Ashley Tisdale offering some solo clips on her Myspace. Underwhelmed, but I'll reserve judgment for the full songs.

Also, my Aly/AJ prediction is RIGHT ON THE MONEY if "Greatest Time of Year" peaks (online) this week. It's at #3, in just the way I described! Who wants to start a betting pool?


Saturday, December 16, 2006

Dementites hang from the ceiling


Glaring omission from this week's installment, h/t Ross, check the ABBA FOIL.

Startin' where I left off more or less...somehow I will find in these files the ALL CHICKEN version of "In the Mood." I think I'll eliminate all paragraph breaks, since it's Saturday night and I'm feelin' kinda crazy.

"15, 16, 17, that's...JAILBAIT!" Duly noted. "The Ballad of Jim and Tammy Faye"...by TAMMY FAYE. Is this fer real?? Oh yes. The hour of reckoning, plastic Jesus glued to the dashboard of my car song. Homer n' Jethro sing about Jim n' Tammy. (What are the chances I'll find "Slap 'er Down Agin Pa" in here? Hmmmm...) While I'm waiting for the next one to load, I'll do a preemptive plug for a GREAT essay coming soon by SOMEONE AWESOME about Skye's cover of "Wild World." I guarantee its greatness without even having read it -- it's THAT GOOD. And it will also singlehandedly bring back SKYE FRIDAYS. Nov. 15, 1987: Nothin' sez Xmas like CHRISTMAS AT GROUND ZERO. This used to be my favorite original Weird Al song (except "One More Minute"), a good double header with "Not This Year"! Never noticed that the siren in the background is in tune. Sounds particularly Roger Rabbitish on this one. Stock market woes = more requests for "Tale of the Ticker," from the '29 crash: "Oh, the market's not so good today, your stock looks kinda sick/ In fact they all drop down a point each time the tickers tick/ We'll have to have more margin now, there isn't any doubt/ So you better dash with a load of cash or we'll have to sell you out." Send me to glory in a GLAD bag. What, generic brand's not good enough for ya? Aly and AJ send their holiday greetings (unrelated). It was a CRASH, it was the MARKET CRASH! Yeesh. The Great Cosmos from the Northern Neck of Verginia, who gets Demeeeeeeented with his sheep, requests "The Scotsman." Harry's jock strap, Harry's jock strap, it's brand new, it's brand new. A "funny country rap" that's not very funny. Sounds like Julie Brown (actually Barbie and the Big Cheese), song about a pitbull, BITE HIS BUTT YOU STUPID MUTT. "Yabba Dabba Doo Time," Rocky and Bullwinkle synth-pop remix ("Hey Rocky" by Boris Badenuff), long lost disc "Cohen at the Telephone" from around WWI. "If I have any more of your impoitenance, I'll tell the manager about you!" There's a hole in the middle of it all -- I'll make beelions and beelions with the book contract and a TV show with the government funding for looking for the nothing in the void where the bang caused the hole in the middle of it all. Assuming the theory holds. "Filk music" is folk music with sci-fi elements. Better than "freak-folk," I guess. "Deteriorata" still kind of creeps me out. GIVE UP. Impoitenant joiks. "It's in the book." He loves her and she loves him and he loves him and I love them and he loves them and she loves them...can you dig it? Reminds me of Napoleon XVI (It IS him, I knew it!). George Smilovici is the guest. I'm tough! I do punk yoga! That's where you stand on someone ELSE'S head! My mum never tucks me into bed, she STAPLES me in! Sings "You Are So Average to Me." Plays "King Tut." Y-O-D-A Yoda, Reverend Paywell (give them evangelists hell, haw!). FUNNY FIVE: (5) Bitchin' Camaro, (4) They're Coming to Take Me Away, (3) Elvis Is Everywhere, (2) GAH STAR TREK SPOOFS MUST DIE (1) NO NO NO NO STAR TREKKIN' STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP.

OK, parag break. November 22, 1987. Still no "In the Mood." Starts with a White Collar Holler ("like on the chain gang"...uh huh). The Frantics, who are not funny at all. Gas station washroom. Nope, can't do it. I'll listen to "Girl Fight Tonight" and then go to bed.


Friday, December 15, 2006

Chaffukah

Wow, my life is so much easier all of a sudden. I think I'll go out to dinner to celebrate.

1. EMP proposal THE WAR ON LINDSAY has been received, will update in January and post the synopsis if I don't get accepted. Methinks I mayn't, but who knows.

2. Applications finished. I think I could manage a B+ on the paper I gussied up now!

3. Xmas Xard from Metal Mike Saunders received. Hello Kitty!

4. Tower Records purchases make me feel guilty since I keep buying 'em for myself, but it's a once in a lifetime opportunity! I won't even tell you what obscenely low price I paid for the four-CD Bananarama set in a lovely wooden box, normally priced at $60 (which is a huge rip-off, but whatever). Arthur Russell and Rachel Stevens for $5, Ross and co. beat me to Robyn, though. No sign of Marit, but I picked up the Ark for Emily and Paris for me. There were five copies left. Missed my opportunity to pick up the Beavis and Butthead set, drat.

5. THE WAR ON LINDSAY: THE REALITY continues. Rehab? AA? This is news? OK, I'm gonna say it one more time: LINDSAY LOHAN IS A FUCKING ROCK STAR!!!!!

6. All top ten lists sent to various media institutions that I feel kinda weird contributing to. And to think at this time last year, one of my dreams was to pitch a review to the Voice. Siiiigh.

7. Speaking of which, Stylus singles were published this week, kinda weird for a while and then pretty bland for the big ones. I think they should have done (or should do) a Jukebox feature where they share the top 200 or entries from the final tally spreadsheet (which is a beautiful monstrosity to behold), and then have a contributor pick not one of the top 200, but the one track that was most royally SCREWED by the IGNORANCE AND TERRIBLE TASTE of everyone else. Tough call between "Nothing in This World" and that Kim-Lian single.

8. Oh wait, that wasn't my point. The following are singles that one person voted for in their top twenty, namely me:

♥ Veronicas - 4ever (I guess maybe MAYBE it's because people viewed it as '05, though I doubt it)
♥ The Ark - One of Us Is Gonna Die Young (no one voted for "Clamour for Glamour," either)
♥ Hannah Montana - Who Said I Got Nerve? (probably because this song doesn't exist, but no one voted for anything else, either. I understand this a bit more, but not...)
♥ Hilary Duff - Play with Fire (gets better every time I listen to it)
♥ Britney Spears - And Then We Kiss (arguable single status, UNLIKE BRITNEY AMIRITE FELLAS)
♥ Girl Authority - Hollaback Girl (not a single, whatever)

But I am NOT the only person to vote for "Not This Year" by Aly and AJ. So hello to Charles Merwin. No one voted for "Rush," though. Thought maybe there'd be at least ONE taker. I counted it as '05 because I'd fully known how good it was with time to spare last year, but I was having...issues.

9. History of Jop is getting a little too close for comfort. In 2003 I started my first blog and wrote some very silly things. Also some stuff I still like.


Thursday, December 14, 2006

Since I can't post it yet...

[EDIT: There's been some confusion about the proposal I posted. It's by Cynthia Fuchs, who proposed but didn't present "Selling Lindsay Lohan" at last year's conference.]

I'll just say that my EMP proposal did not look like this:


""All Over the Floor": Selling Lindsay Lohan"
I carry the weight of the world on my shoulders family in crisis that only grows older.
--Lindsay Lohan, "Confessions of a Broken Heart (Daughter To Father)"

I was sick. Everyone was scared. And I was scared too.
--Lindsay Lohan, Vanity Fair (January 2006)

Paparazzi showdowns, car crashes, drugs and eating disorder rumors, abusive dad stories, performances with animatronic cars, pole dances with Kate Moss. It seems the only shameful pop star event of the past year not involving 19-year-old Lindsay Lohan was the SNL hoedown. The erstwhile adorable star has made it her career business of late to expose every bit of personal scandal and upset (including refutations of said exposure, as in the January 2006 Vanity Fair v. Teen People stories on her bulimia). This paper considers the Lohan meltdown as constructed in her music and especially, her music videos (say, "Rumors" and "Confessions of a Broken Heart") and television appearances. The paper considers the deployment of "shame" as an oddly commercial marketing strategy, remaking chaos and abuse into a story of vulnerability, victimization, and -- perhaps eventually -- some measure of triumph. The story, of course, is not new: celebrity is often narrated as ambition-defeat-redemption. However, the Lohan version is premised on the "problem" of her family life and acting out.

And so, no matter the "quality" of her performances or songs, she compels attention and repulsion through the sped-up ritual of shame. As the seeming personal is here made excruciatingly public, Lohan is not even a guilty pleasure. She is, instead, an extreme case study in contemporary marketing strategies.


Lots of questions here, but it's way too late and I actually had even more important things to do this week, too (which isn't to downplay EMP's importance, I just mean it's been quite a week...capped off with possibly vicariously interviewing a DISNEY POP SENSATION, except this person's album is on Warner for some reason!).


Sunday, December 10, 2006

...I Married a Robot!

5/11/10 EDIT: WHOEVER KEEPS FILING DMCA COMPLAINTS PLEASE NOTE THAT THERE IS NO COPYRIGHTED MATERIAL IN THIS POST WHATSOEVER. I WILL TAKE FURTHER ACTION IF THIS POST IS TAKEN DOWN FRIVOLOUSLY AGAIN.

I absolutely cannot stop listening to "Robot Song" by Margaret Berger. Emily and I listened to it about ten times in the car on the way up to New Haven yesterday, and I had a moment in the car where I thought I'd need to rush up to my friend's room and say "Gawd I've needed to blog the whole car ride!" Which I didn't 'cuz it'd be so rude. But I'll try to write about this here in a way that won't completely hinder my ability to review it elsewhere later.

There are two key things that we discovered in re-listening to it in the car. The first general point is that Margaret Berger has created an entire sci-fi universe in this song; it unfolds how I imagine a Philip K. Dick story might (except I've never read him). Notice how Berger immediately establishes a familiar parallel universe, very much like our own, where her unspeakable love has very specific implications to different family members -- Mom and sisters hear that she's in love with someone, while Dad can't even know that much. So we might be in a sub-Sirkian [EDIT: pseudo-Sirkian? sci-Sirk?] melodrama. The conversational lightness of this first verse is crucial; it's kind of a bait and switch on first listen, since "Dad can't find out I love a robot" doesn't exactly scream TAKE THIS VERY SERIOUSLY. But, like any good melodrama, Berger knows exactly when to hit the right "serious" notes, and the impact is kind of staggering; I am genuinely moved every time I listen to this song. The second verse is also important, especially upon relistening and understanding the framework of the song, because she (1) more directly explains that her love is forbidden in her society and (2) tells us that she has finally decided to leave the robot; I imagine them meeting in a park, self-conscious at first and darting their eyes around looking for judgmental passersby, and when the coast is clear they just hold each other as the world around them dissolves, like Gatsby's final contact with Daisy Buchanan during their first affair (guess what I read this weekend).

The second major revelation is that "Robot Song" is a DUET! The first verse is directed at "you," i.e. the robot, and she stops addressing him when she first shouts her despair to the heavens -- I'M IN LOVE WITH A ROBOT! (And arguably even more heart-breaking -- and I didn't hear it the first time or two -- is the next line: "Come to get me when the stars die." Heart-breaking for a few reasons, aside from the obvious impact of it, one being the very precise phrasing, "come to get me" over the more common "come and get me." It's little touches like this that sell the drama almost unconsciously, along with her performance, which incidentally might be the only time on this album I'm ever truly moved by her singing...it's as if she doesn't trust how gorgeous her voice is unadorned and unprocessed; there's too much fussing and shoving down the vocals and filtering them through Julian Casablancas's telephone. Also, again the implied "you" in "come to get me" is the robo-lover, which allows for an eerie literal interpretation, since presumably the robot will be "alive" when the stars have died and all prejudiced humans have been wiped off the face of the earth. At which point he will find her and shut off his own microprocessors, since, duh, this is the greatest sci-fi Romeo and Juliet ever told!)

Anyway, important to the duet idea is that the robot answers her! "You're the only one who makes me feel a thing" is first sung not by Berger-unadorned, but Berger-roboprocessed, and when she swallows the repetition ("You're the only one that makes me feel a thing, you're the only [one who] ohhhhh") you could hear it (as I sort of hear it) as the closest reaction an android might have to weeping, getting its circuits crossed and skipping like a record. Berger herself will sing this line sans robo-voice in the final chorus (and its meaning changes when she sings it, since the crisis of "feeling a thing" probably differs from human to robot -- another example of the power and resilience of the universe she's created in this song), after which the robot chimes in for a final epitaph on their romance: "Another time, another place, another world..."

Stunning. Since "Robot Song" isn't officially a single now but could conceivably be released as one later, I'm very reluctantly keeping it off my list this year, where, can't believe I'm sayin' it but, it might kick "4ever" out of its secure place, thus leaving the Veronicas very mad at me, enough to subsequently exact their revenge in a juvenile way they find funny but will be more hurtful and meanspirited a prank/punishment than any decent person would deem appropriate...but if it does get released in early 2007 it's right up there at #1 until something else tries to knock it down.

EDIT: A couple of obsessive edits and a big hello to MobileRobotics.org.

Monday, December 04, 2006

The BRIETLES!

Before anyone says differently, Brie Larson DID, in fact, just record her own version of "A Day in the Life."

BRIETLEMANIA!

She seems to have forgotten about the crescendo freak out part. Or maybe it was so mindblowing that my speakers instinctively shut themselves off to spare my weary cranium. OK back to Margaret Berger.


Saturday, December 02, 2006

Crammmmmm

Gah, I HATE cramming in singles and albums for year-end consideration, totally throws all perception of everything else completely outta whack. Like I know I might regret putting Margaret Berger at #10 on albums (and nuthin on singles!), because I've only had a chance to listen to it like two and half times. I also realize that I forgot about Beyonce, who might have made 15-20 on albums. Haven't heard the Cassie album, but I love both the released singles. Ditto Bertine Zetlitz. Haven't heard the new Bob Dylan, haven't listened to Joanna Newsom's Y's enough to know where I stand and kept it off my list. Forgot about Man Man (probably wouldn't make my top 20), meaning I forget what the heck all of it even sounds like! Lost my digital copy. Here was my final tally:

  1. Marit Larsen - Under the Surface
  2. The Ark - State of the Ark
  3. Paris Hilton - Paris
  4. The Veronicas - Secret Life Of...
  5. Amy Diamond - Still Me Still Now
  6. Fergie - The Dutchess
  7. My Chemical Romance - The Black Parade
  8. Phoenix - It's Never Been Like That
  9. BWO - Halcyon Days
  10. Margaret Berger – Pretty Scary Silver Fairy
  11. Girl Talk - Night Ripper
  12. Pink - I'm Not Dead
  13. Miranda! - Sin Restricionnes
  14. Marie Serneholt - Enjoy the Ride
  15. Dixie Chicks - Taking the Long Way
  16. Lillix - Inside the Hollow
  17. Fefe Dobson – Sunday Love
  18. Arctic Monkeys – Whatever Yadda Yadda Yadda
  19. LCD Soundsystem - 45:33
  20. Devo 2.0 – Devo 2.0
Would probably switch out Arctic Monkeys for B'Day in a pinch, not sure if Miranda! counts (again), might MAYBE might include Hannah Montana 'round 20, although it works better as an EP with her best stuff + Everlife tune and maybe the Click Five one which shouldn't count cuz it's so damn old.

REALLY like Margaret Berger now but it might be fleeting, or hey it might be a Rachel Stevens thing where I smack myself much later for not fully getting how great it is (I hadn't heard RS before year-end deadlines last year, but it might be my #2 of 2005 at this point, altho I still have a soft spot for that Busdriver album). But I'm guessing it will fade a bit with time. Gwen was very disappointing, but it's certainly batshit in places.

Other things..."45:33" might count as a single, but that looks like an album length to me. Not even sure I love it all that much, but I've listened to it enough to put it on the list. Still missing two songs or so from Fefe's album, a physical copy will almost certainly increase my fondness for it. Decided last week some time that I actually quite like the Destroyer album, but need MUCH longer to process it. Still processing (i.e. not ranking) Scott Walker, Killers, Hold Steady, Lupe Fiasco (but I'll probably come down firmly on the side of meh on that one), CSS, Jojo (can't seem to get too far past the first three-four songs). Feel sorta bad not finding the new Mountain Goats in time since last year's was my number one. Hm, forgot MSTRKRFT entirely but I don't think it'd make my 20.

And two pressing 2005-y questions: could I include Marion Raven or Lindsay Lohan, both of whose albums technically I'd heard by deadline in 2005 but hadn't had enough time to process yet? Especially the latter, who would make a top ten-fifteen?

I'll repost finalized singles/albums lists in the second week of January or so, when I've actually processed some of this stuff. Meanwhile, anyone who wants to recommend more music is quite welcome to do so.

OK, gotta finish up a column and applications and the EMP proposal, which I haven't even started and truthfully might still chicken out. Rereading a paper I wrote on Hollywood productions in Latin America last year and I think I'll do a post soon about the fallacies of "Evil Corporations Etc."-type arguments applied to (some) pop productions. Thinking about very real exploitation of a local workforce in outsourced or "runaway" Hollywood productions and about how this is so completely opposed to the streamlined, specialized production of pop music, how misguided it is to compare the "real" Man of film production (say, in Mexico) to the Man perceived to be living in EVIL POP MUSIC WORLD, which is a purely fictitious space. I'm realizing that my concerns that developed throughout my final undergrad year about the film industry aren't "opposed" to my changing tastes in music at all -- it might even be in light of these concerns that I've been able to lighten up a little and shake off some of the idiotic myths on display in, oh, I dunno, Before the Music Dies . The ability to appreciate Titanic for its artistry but also acknowledge the utter destruction of its production has no analogue in pop music: a lot of people want to see an analogue in -- wait for it -- Paris Hilton's album in particular, but it's simply not there. (She's not hurting anyone. Even if she's threatening people, or threatening to people.) Which begs the question, what IS there (and "Nothing! You people are just wrong!" obviously isn't a very satisfying answer)?


Friday, December 01, 2006

Dementia

OK, time to listen to some Dr. Demento to make me forget about Before the Music Dies for a while. I'll probably get kicked off the computer soon. (Got off work early today and am in ILM lurker withdrawal, if ya hadn't noticed. Also, I can't blog at work. If you hadn't noticed that either.)

Steve Martin - "You'll Be a Dentist" - ah, it's movie week! Well, October 14, 1987 was Movie Week. I like this song, had forgotten about the S&M exchange between Steve Martin and Bill Murray.

Tom Lehrer - "Masochism Tango" - dunno what it is about Tom Lehrer that reminds me of Christmas. Sliding down the razor blade of life, maybe. [EDIT: I should clarify, that's the song, "Bright College Days," that I think of that reminds me of Christmas. No idea why.] We had a Tom Lehrer song book that I would try to play songs from, but I can't sightread to save my life, so usually we just kinda sang 'em acapella while I picked out a couple chords here and there. My friend Shawn had this songbook, too.

Julie Brown - "Trapped in the Body of a White Girl" - no "Homecoming Queen's Got a Gun" but kinda funny. I have never heard Lou Reed's "I Wanna Be Black," which Lester Bangs just talked about in an essay I read for a minute or two today.

Hollywood Argyles "Alley Oop" and Jimmy Castor Bunch "Troglodyte" - Remember the former, not the latter, which is kind of a freeform freak-out that sounds like it post-dates Zappa by a couple years (yep 1972).

39 year-old dad and 11-year-old daughter request 40s swing song -- ostensibly a Bing Crosby parody -- "Who Put the Benzedrine in Mrs. Murphy's Ovaltine"? Also, "Who put the Nembutals in Mr. Murphy's overalls?"

Dead Milkmen, "Beach Party Vietnam," never heard this before. "Hey Frankie, ain't you gonna give me yer class ring?" "'Fraid I can't do that Annette!" "Why not?" "Because I don't have any arms!" Ah, very tasteless.

Lame Weight Watchers skit.

My name is Puke-a...uh..."Luka" parody? Yep, "Just don't ask me what I ate." I wouldn't have even gotten this if I hadn't done the P&J polls. "Oh, Puka, did you finish your liver yet?" "Oh, God, please...[retch]" Awful.

Ah yes, ANOTHER "Luka" parody about Bob Uecker (.Ian, feel free to provide a better link, I know him better from "Mr. Belvedere," what with my not knowing anything about baseball). These references are totally lost on me. I can't believe I was alive when this happened. Wow. "Mr. Baseball is his name/ Never made the hall of fame/ Makes good money just the same."

"Ain't Gonna Wash No Dishes Anymore," adorable Shirley Temple song 'bout animal crackers ("gosh oh gee but I have fun/ swallowing animals one by one!"), "Surfin' Bird" by Pee Wee Herman (?) about 2% as good as the Trashmen.

And now, Dementias and Dementites...the Phunny Phive! (5) Julie again with "Homecoming Queen's Got a Gun." So prescient, and ten years before Columb1ne! (4) "Star Trekkin'" (blargh, NERDS I hate this song) (3) Mmmmmaaary from Buffffaloooo New Yoooork requests "Vanna Pick Me a Letter" (2) AUDIO TORTURE CHAMBER, Finnish swing-dirge that apparently uses an English translation of Wittgenstein's Tractatus for lyrics (this isn't actually #2). Secret Santa take note, Tractatus really is my #2! Hey, they cut it off after a minute! Actual #2: "I Want Your Socks," boooooo. (1) Diversion with another lame-ass skit! Then it cuts off, dang.

Oh what the hell, 10/11/87:

Steve Martin - "King Tut" - I think I just sent this to someone for a Halloween mix for wee ones. That and "Split Personality" by Skye Sweetnam. And "Diamonds" by Amy Diamond and "Rasputin" by Boney M, which I think was deemed too mature for 4 year-olds or something.

Song about a trucker by Martin Mull (really?), another song about a trucker, sort of a parody of "Convoy" I guess. Some weirdo on the phone talking about how his dead cat got hit by a cement truck, requests "May the Bird of Paradise Fly Up Your Nose." (Heard that as "Little Bird of Paradise Wipe Your Nose.")

"Living Doll" by Cliff Richards and some people from "The Young Ones" requested as a CHALLENGE, and they found it (of course). "Got miself a cryin' talkin' sleepin' walkin' livin' doll..."

Canned old-timey swing version of "Light My Fire," loony big band song "Ride, Red, Ride," I think ("for those unfamiliar with 'hardcore,' it's a type of music where everything is louder and faster...well, here's what you might call a hardcore classic from 1935!"), lame man-on-the-street skit about the "meaning of death," Jerry Lewis and the "Noisy Eater" (holy jeez this is LONG and AWFUL). Aaaand the roommates finally veto vigorously at the Jewish mother rap. Perhaps I will resume later.

Hey look, I can start my Worst of 2006 list!

The schmucks that made the documentary about EVIL POP STARS performed a stunt where they got a "big name producer" (the guy who co-wrote "You Were Meant for Me" with Jewel, y'know, that huge manufactured teenpop classic, right) and paired him with a model who couldn't/wouldn't sing to create an "instant pop classic."

And...it sucks. It goes to show that (1) Autotune CANNOT FIX A BAD PERFORMANCE. She sings slightly off-key and even after they "fix it up" it sounds slightly off-key (and very poorly sung). (2) Hooks are important. (3) The 45-year-olds who "write the songs for them" (them being Ashlee Simpson, I guess) do NOT write songs that are half as good with other artists. The extent to which Ashlee (for example) can be considered an author of her own songs is ambiguous, but there's a very clear difference in quality between, say, Shanks/DioGuardi/Simpson and Shanks/Wreckers. Not a new thought (or even my own thought) but it bears repeating in light of these results.

Good lord does this make my blood boil, though. Anyone who can't tell the difference in quality between this crap and Paris or Ashlee or Lindsay or Hilary or or or or...is either deaf or SERIOUSLY delusional. Or both.

Anyway, here's the link: OMG MANUFACSHURED

Interest in the film further piqued, but I can't imagine watching it without getting very very angry, possibly agitating myself into insulin shock. Why do I even let it get to me? This has helped me decide to actually submit something to EMP, though (partially at Ross's suggestion), might use this film in some capacity. Basically trying to figure out what "this music" is, why people hate it, who doesn't hate it (and why), who and where on earth these people who don't hate it might be (not that there are really that many of them -- the instant pop stars ain't doin' so hot sales-wise these days) etc. etc. etc. But I'll make it sound better in 250 words. I think I can shoehorn the theme in there somewhere.