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Oct 312007
 

Last night, I listened to that Robert Plant/Allison Kraus thing. I actually happen to think it sounds really great. They’re streaming it on their website. For a long time, I’ve wondered if I’m going to let Zeppelin back into my life. Does the fact that this may be the album that does it make me part of the problem, an effete, middlebrow urban hipster? Maybe. Maybe not. See Mark Wahlberg in the YouTube clip above for the rest of my response.

Let’s get down to it: Who is/are your favorite lyricists and why?

And while I understand Mr. Mod’s Byrds antipathy to some degree, I loaded a bunch of their stuff on my iTunes last night. Far as I’m concerned, “Feel a Whole Lot Better” is a perfect song. Agree? Disagree?

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Loser Rock

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Sep 172007
 


For many on RTH, Loser Rock is the ultimate musical bete noire. On the face of it, the words “Loser Rock” conjure the image of a broken, simpering man, venting his pain by cradling an acoustic guitar, mousily whispering words of a bottomless yet superficial despair, before finally collapsing in a pile of tears. Or perhaps the term summons the memory a doomed, slovenly, possibly soused twentysomething, howling against the elements, wringing a tortured sound from his Fender Jaguar, while a rhythm section plods along with a distinct lack of commitment.

Here in the halls of rock, Loser Rock can take on mythic proportions, often becoming the convenient scapegoat for the decreased popularity of party-rock, cock-rock… in fact, one could conceivably pin the decline of rock ‘n’ roll in the public sphere at the feet of Loser Rock. The ultimate sin of Loser Rock is that it ultimately encouraged listeners to equate rock with bad times, not good ones. And who honestly wants spend time at that party?

But of course in many ways this characterization of Loser Rock is a straw argument. Re-read the first paragraph; now, do you actually know any well-known musicians who are really like that, and nothing but that? I submit that the likes of The Smiths, Elliott Smith, and Belle and Sebastian are not Loser Rock so much as they are Alone Time Rock. (Paradoxically, The Smiths and Belle and Sebastian’s cult audiences have swelled to the size of their own social sect, practically. Of course, these fans are often cited as part of the problem by the anti-Loser Rockers. But that’s a whole other essay.)


That said, there is something called Loser Rock and it can be a positive or a negative. At its best – when acts like The Replacements, Aimee Mann, Nirvana, and Quasi are firing on all cylinders – Loser Rock owns up to reality. If Winner Rock thrives on the delusion that the odds can be defied (hence its frequent connection with sports), Loser Rock achieves catharsis by facing failure and articulating it accurately and perfectly. Sometimes, shit goes down and it’s best not to pretend otherwise. Loser Rock can allow you to wallow, and sometimes we all need a good wallow. But that’s not the only way. For a time, The Replacements showed us how to turn losing into a good party. Aimee Mann displayed the effectiveness of a precisely worded and dryly delivered summation of a losing situation. Nirvana wedded hopeless desperation to corrosive guitars and a rhythm section that frankly eats Winner Rockers for dinner. Quasi have entire albums that act as the indie-rock equivalent of Peter Finch’s famous Network speech, or perhaps Alec Baldwin’s in Glengarry Glen Ross. Get mad, sons of bitches.

In contrast, it seems to me, Winner Rock as Mr. Moderator defines it, is an almost abstract concept. The Clash addresses its audience as a whole? Doesn’t this tie in with that great band’s worst attribute – their rhetoric? I’m not convinced that Winner Rock is not, in fact, best represented by Survivor and Journey.

One final point, and an olive branch of sorts: An appreciation of Loser Rock does not mean one cannot also listen to Winner Rock. The point is that a person should be able to access a wide variety of emotions in their music collection, if they so choose. One day you might want to hear “Eye of the Tiger.” Another day you might want “Needle in the Hay.” Must every song be connected to “Satisfaction”?

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Sep 142007
 

In a word... cool

Listening to The Singles Collection this evening, I’m reminded just how cool this photo is. Showing a group that is surly, smart, and smart-ass, this pic says nearly all you need to know as to how this band could ensnare the pre-teen me, living in the Philly burbs in the late ’80s.

I know you can’t post photos in the comments section, but links, please. What kind of stuff constitutes your Iconography of Cool.

[Mod. – Tell you what, this is a great topic put forth by Oats. Submit your links and we will see that they get activated and, at least over the weekend, collect and presented. One word of caution: try to send no more than a couple of links that you REALLY care about. Don’t be a wuss and try to cover all possible bases with a post containing 47 examples!]

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Jul 262007
 

Supergroup!

Here’s the latest Beatles-minutia quandary occupying my brain.

When bands want to be George Harrison-esque they’re almost certainly gonna do it via some non-bluesy slide guitar. Examples include Todd Rundgren’s “I Saw the Light”, The Move or ELO’s “Do Ya”, and Jellyfish’s “New Mistake.” Hell, Harrison himself did the job for Badfinger on “Day After Day” (A bit of rock-nerd trivia I only learned today).

But Harrison hardly, if ever, played slide guitar this way when he was in The Beatles. (The main figure in “Something” might be the only instance.) It seems he truly developed this inimitable style in his solo career. It helped that the slide guitar is one of the primary hooks of “My Sweet Lord”. My theory is that “My Sweet Lord” was such a big hit – the first monster smash by a newly ex-Beatle, right? – it was inevitable that the bottleneck stylings would get under the skin of many a pop nerd.

So, this is my question: Does anyone else find it odd that one of the most recognizably Harrison-esque instrumental touches is something he mastered in his post-Beatles career? Should we not therefore give his solo career some extra props?

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Jun 132007
 

We all know songs that become almost intractably linked with their use in cinema: “Layla” in GoodFellas, “Sister Christian” in Boogie Nights. Like that.

I’m also been fascinated by songs that seemingly become de rigueur in trailers. I have trouble hearing The Jackson 5’s “I Want You Back” or Pete Townshend’s “Let My Love Open the Door” without thinking, “Touchstone Pictures proudly presents! Julia Roberts/Drew Barrymore/Kate Hudson!” (The A.V. Club also recently commented on this trend.)

But that’s not what I want to talk about today. Lately, I’ve been obsessed with the song “Trouble with Dreams” by Eels. I became acquainted with this song through the trailer to one of my favorite films of late, Harold Ramis’ The Ice Harvest. Watch it below; the Eels song begins at the 1:36 mark.

Note that this song does not appear in the film The Ice Harvest. (It is, however, on the soundtrack CD.) Nevertheless, one of the key appeals this song holds for me is that captures the film so well, with its holiday-spirited fatalism. In a weird plot twist, the full song might even capture the film better than the trailer, which emphasizes the wacky caper aspects.

Truth be told, this isn’t the first time the trailer-song has found itself elevated somehow. The trailer for Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind featured “Mr. Blue Sky” and probably went some way towards recent re-appreciation of Jeff Lynne (to Epluribus’ delight, no doubt). And again, that song appeared in the trailer and the soundtrack but not the actual film. But many people — certainly many of us who are part of the RTH universe — were already well-acquainted with “Mr. Blue Sky”.

This Eels song is a bit more obscure. I realize it may not appeal to everyone, certainly not if you have an aversion to the Jon Brion School of Pop Production. But it’s too late for me. As far as I’m concerned, The Ice Harvest begat “Trouble with Dreams”; the two are forever linked and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

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May 082007
 

NEW: Sample tracks added!
About 6 years ago, I was sitting with friends in our usual Friday-night watering hole. Usually, most of us rarely ventured anywhere but home after drinks, but this time, a plan was hatched to head to The Bishop’s Collar –- a bar near the Philadelphia Art Museum at that time attempting to make itself the destination spot for alt-country bands. A band we’d heard of, but not seen, called The Drive-By Truckers was playing that night, and if the local alt-weekly rag’s words were worth believing, this bunch would provide some lean, mean trucker-rock -– perfect drinking music.

A cab-drive and pizza-joint-stop later, a bunch of us were crowded into The Bishop’s Collar’s narrow space, not exactly an optimum area for a show. Not too much later, we were ready to go home. We had expected something tough, rowdy and Skynyrd-like. In truth, The Drive-By Truckers seemed like callow, if well-meaning youths.

Several years later, I was back at The Bishop’s Collar with a friend from out of town. The Collar’s days as a live venue had been in the past tense for some time. Said friend shared with me an affinity for some lynchpins of alt-country: Gram Parsons, Wilco, Old 97’s. I mentioned that I had seen The Drive-By Truckers here and how mediocre I found them, and my friend was enthused to find someone who shared his underwhelmed emotions regarding this band. Apparently, a coworker had long tried hard to convince him of the band’s merits, to little avail.

And so, I wryly smiled when I received my assigned Hear Factor CD. Who knew? I don’t think I ever expressed my flatlined reaction to this band on RTH. Listening to the CD, my feelings are more or less confirmed. Granted, The Drive-By Truckers aren’t receiving truckloads of plaudits, but I always felt like the press overrated this second- or third-tier band. Occasionally, you hear something about live prowess or literary and/or conceptual ambitions, but I’ve yet to see or hear concrete evidence.

Apart from some occasional tasty slide-guitar playing (see – better yet, hear “Where the Devil Don’t Stay”), there’s little here to distinguished this from other alt-country bands. Maybe it’s my Jeff Tweedy bias, but there’s a lot here I’ve heard before from Uncle Tupelo. It sounds like The Drive-By Truckers also have two lead singers: one to do the Jay Farrar-style stern-faced ruminations on hard livin’ (“Women Without Whiskey”) and another to handle Tweedy-esque sweet love songs (“My Sweet Annette”).

If I understand the Hear Factor concept correctly, I am supposed to get a sense of living inside someone else’s musical world, or at least part of it. [Ed. – Hey, someone gets it!] I’m not sure who made this mix, though I have a culprit in mind. But this mix confirms that I cannot conceive one would want listen to nothing but certain genres. And alternative-country is one of these genres; others include techno, death-metal, and lo-fi indie rock. All these styles tend to the monochromatic to my ears – a lot of alt-county reminds me of that dusty, ill-flavored coffee you get on Amtrak trains. Mind you, I’m not suggesting the maker of this mix listens only to Amtrak-coffee alt-country.

But I generally need a palette-cleanser after even the best of this genre, perhaps The Beach Boys, John Coltrane, or Blur – something big, ambitious, and filled with colors. It probably says something that my favorite track on this disc is “Goddamn Lonely Love” which has this pretty chord – I’m gonna guess it’s diminished or something, anyway it’s sounds like a Beatles chord to me. What can I say? I need chords like that.

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