March 9, 2010

Indie vs Alt: A Breakdown of Sorts

It is my humble opinion that 'Indie' and 'Alt' and all the sub-genres spawned by them are a form of subterfuge designed to confuse people over the age of 37

I believe that the terms 'indie' and 'alt', and the multitude of sub-genres spawned by them, are a form of subterfuge designed to confuse people over the age of 35.

38 days until Coachella…

ALT ROCK

Primal Origin: A holy trinity of sorts involving the creation of The Sex Pistols, the release of Patti Smith’s Horses and Lou Reed’s Metal Machine.

Birth: R.E.M.

Favorite Son: Kurt Kobain

Aesthetic: Multi-culturalism fused with junk culture.

Source of Angst: Drug use, depression, the environment (and of course a smattering of teen angst).

Credo: Screw the media, screw the man… Although it’s okay to be famous if you dress down.

Band Names: Single words that bear no meaning, or combination of words that signify nothing.  If all else fails, use of Band Name Generator is acceptable.

Fan base: Liberal Arts Majors

Fan base aesthetic: Boys: Skater chic.  Girls: Nylon magazine.

Life blood: Shows in Clubs (preferably crappy ones) because Music Festivals no longer feel authentic.

Minor Dieties: Ska, Post-Punk, Skater-Punk, Pop-Punk

Harbinger of Doom: Coldplay

INDIE ROCK

Primal Origin : Velvet Underground

Birth: Elliot Smith

Favorite Son: Jack White

Source of Angst: Whiny vocals focused on lost love, mean parents and other teenage issues.

Aesthetic: DIY.  Urge to shun everything prefab, safe and or typical.

Credo: It’s not cool to make money.  Bands should either be unsigned or with a label that no one’s ever heard of.

Band Names: If using just a noun and an adjective, the adjective should have no realistic meaning when paired with the noun.  Other names can be vague phrases from a book,  or a combination of words that makes absolutely no sense but sounds mysterious, deep, and/or like an inside joke.

Fan base: Known as “Indians” they typically discover a life changing band approximately three times a year.

Fan base aesthetic: Guys should look homeless.  Girls should be very cute and otherwise out of the guys’ league.

Lifeblood: Outdoor music festivals.

Minor Dieties: Shoe-gaze/dream pop , lo-fi, and math rock.

Harbinger of Doom: Modest Mouse and Death Cab for Cutie sign big deals

March 8, 2010

Trivial Pursuits…

39 days to go…  Why are Damon Albarn and I not bffs?

Damon Albarn Trivia

He owns a small percentage of a pub called Kaffebarinn in Reykjavik.

He has a tattoo (a heart with “Mum” written on it) on his arm.

He likes cats.

Like the rest of the band, he used to do Tae Kwon Do (a martial art involving kicking).

The bead necklace he always wears was a present from his mother when he was six, and is supposed to protect him.

He once lied about his A-level results to his parents to get into drama school (East 15, London, which he left prematurely as he thought it was too pretentious).

He grew up in a 14th century bakery.

He lost his virginity to a woman called Jane when he was 15.

He’s a Labour supporter and has spoken to Tony Blair about winning votes from young people.

He’s supposed to be quite good at Italian cooking.

He writes poetry.

Kristen Buckley Trivia

Once worked at the White Horse Tavern, the famed pub where poet Dylan Thomas drank himself to death. She does not own the pub.

She has a tattoo (sans heart) that reads τοκαλον on her arm, which means ‘highest beauty’ in Greek)

She likes dogs but enjoys her cats who are very doglike.

She used to do Tae Kwon Do (which is also called the way of punching and kicking)

She lost all of her bead necklaces that were intended to protect her.  Insead prays to an array of Saints for intercession though she is an admitted agnostic.

Once pretended to be her mother in order to transfer into Music and Art High School in NYC (she ended up being allowed to take afternoon theory and improv classes).

Grew up in a home that had the worst rat infestation in New Jersey history.

Did not lose her virginity to a woman called Jane at the age of 15.

Is a Democrat and used to trick-or-treat at Richard Nixon’s house, where instead of candy she would receive pens with his name engraved on them.

Used to be quite good at Italian cooking until her boyfriend moved in and began cooking, thus sapping all her talents in that department, though she can still roast a mean chicken.

She writes books and movies but only reads poetry.

March 4, 2010

On Happiness

43 days to go, and I’m trying to figure out if we can put a blow up mattress in the Element because the idea of a tent is filling me with dread…

Today I watched some footage from Coachella 09, and I was stuck by how genuinely excited the fans seemed.  They were just so overwhelmed by the urge to celebrate…  In truth, I can’t remember the last time I felt giddy, unrestrainable joy. Even when I sold my first screenplay, which was a pretty life altering moment, my happiness was mingled with the realization that I was now in the enviable predicament that all writer’s face: I was only as good as my last piece of work.  So while I was amazed that I had actually sold a script, I was at the same time daunted by the fact that I had to deliver on a re-write – and do it in 6 weeks.

My mother says I’ve always been this way, but I do remember being so excited when guitarist Mike Stern would be playing at the 55 Bar.   I couldn’t wait to go to that little basement dive and listen to him wail on a b flat blues like he was the reincarnation of Hendrix himself. The energy was so palpable.  Likewise, attending Police concerts was a very joyous thing to me.   I loved how connected I would feel when Sting did that simple ‘eo-oh-oh’ thing.  It’s like those vowels created a link between us all.  It was very abstract and shamanic and at times, almost magical. Keep reading →

March 3, 2010

Musical Primates

44 days to go and I still don’t know who will be watching the dogs…

Gorillaz is a virtual cartoon-character based hip-hop band created by Damon Albarn (of Blur aka arch nemesis of Oasis) and Jamie Hewlett who I think created Tank Girl (which I never saw or read).  It’s very infectious.  Sort of Buena Vista Social Club meets Mingus Dynasty Band meets Bootsy Collins if I may be so bold.

This is very groovy music to listen to in a club while particularly if you are love with a boy and wondering how your life is going to turn out.  Between the tripped out music and the indifferent vocals, it’s practically French.  Frankly, I love it but as I think about Coachella, I come back to the idea of standing through an entire set.  Here’s the truth, I sit a lot when I write, but the rest of the time I’m on my feet.  In fact, I am constantly on my feet; undoing the dishawasher, going to the supermarket, straightening up, cooking, etc. Honestly, I rarely get any time to sit (pull out the violins now). I’m wondering if I could lobby for some sort of seating section. Keep reading →

March 2, 2010

MUSE n. an instance or period of reflection

"Not only are we playful, we're deep"

45 days to Coachella… (do I really have to do this?)

Muse is one of the main headliners this year so of course I had to spend some time checking them out.  They’re an English pop/power trio who despite being huge in Europe, only gained recognition in the States from their song Supermassive Black Hole (Really? Is that a title? It sounds more like an insult.) on one of the Twilight soundtracks.  They’re songs have good hooks, though sometimes they sound like a cross between Styx and Queen.  Speaking of which, remember Tommy Shaw from Styx? I had a major crush on him…  Actually I think he was sandwiched in between Davie Jones of the Monkees and Johnny Depp (circa 21 Jump Street).  Remember how amazingly cute Johnny Depp was?  I lived for my Sunday night episodes of Jump Street, but god forbid it wasn’t a Johnny Depp centric episode.  I’d sit there just waiting to catch a glimpse of him – and did you ever notice that during those episodes they invariable had him sulking in the station house.   Johnny sulking was better than no Johnny at all…

But I digress.

Muse.  They’re huge in Europe where I’m sure legions of poorly dressed guys in shorts and tube socks pump their fists en masse at their concerts.   Keep reading →

March 1, 2010

My Amygdala and the Hope for Future Social Bonding (through music)

46 days to go…

According to neuroscientist, Daniel Levitin, fourteen is the turning point for all our future musical references.  This explains why I feel intense nostalgia when I hear Elvis Costello, The Police, or the Clash.  According to the experts, fourteen is the start of true self-discovery; when we first start to think our parents are screwed; when life becomes incredibly emotionally charged.

Back then, I would spend hours memorizing lyrics and interpretting meaning to songs, where there probably were none.  As a result, my amygdala and neurotransmitters acted in concert to tag those memories as something important.  The music I listened to during this time became part of my identity.  It allowed me to create unique social bonds, and helped me to become my own person.

These days,  I no longer use music as a vehicle for social bonding,  frankly it would be embarassing if the moms in the parking lot all hung out cranking tunes together.  If nothing else it would horrify our kids.  But, having said that, I’m pleased to admit that I had a bit of a moment the other night while listening to LCD Soundsystem. Keep reading →

February 25, 2010

MuteMath

50 days to go til Coachella

Mutemath

I’ve been hearing about them for the past year or so, every since my friend bassist and Superintendent of Luminous Detail, Jeff Allen called me up and told me I needed to check them out.  But of course, I didn’t check them out.  I kept forgetting their name.  Then every few months when we spoke again, he’d mention them yet again, and I’d always mean to check them out but then I’d get side tracked (kids, work, dogs, etc)… So imagine my surprise when I saw their name on the Coachella lineup!  Jeff has great taste in music in general – except for the time he tried to sell me on some horrendous orchestral CD involving the New York Phil playing Led Zeppelin’s Whole Lotta Love.  Last time we spoke, he actually denied any memory of this, but I’m like an elephant and I remember sitting in his dumpy apartment on 91st Street trying to mask my horror as he pawned it off as good music.  I should probably add he also has a strange affinity for ambient space music – of the two notes every four thousand bar variety, where you’re not sure if you’re listening to music or the hum of a carburator five miles away.  Despite those two minor flaws he has fantastic taste in music, and I looked forward to checking out my MuteMath mix on our Sonos system.  And let me tell you… Keep reading →

February 24, 2010

Neo-Parisian Cool

51 days to go until Coachella…

Charlotte Gainsbourg is officially off the list as well because of the following reasons that only came to light today.

  1. Her mother is English style icon Jane Birkin (whose true claim to fame is that she is the inspiration for the Birkin bag) thus confirming my suspicions that she is only mildly talented and thus the beneficiary of nepotism – something I loathe (unless it involves my children who are supremely talented and I’m not just saying that: They actually are).
  2. She was recently described in Vogue as the ‘guardian of neo- Parisian cool’, when everyone knows the true guardian is really Emilie Simon.
  3. She is getting her own frangrance.  Apparently creative director, Nicolas Ghesquiere (who btw transformed Balenciaga in the best possible sense) has always ‘dreamed’ of doing a perfume with Charlotte .  Really?  Isn’t that just code for ‘they’re sleeping together’, and even if they are not, having a fragrance is so 2005.  I mean Derek Jeter has a fragrance, as does JLo, Beyonce, Britney,  Paris Hilton, Donald Trump…

Coco Chanel would not approve and neither do I.

Next up MUTEMATH:  Now this is hip.

February 23, 2010

The Smiths and How I Reject Their Bullsh*t or: Why I’m Not Going to Hear the Cribs at Coachella

52 days and counting…

Last night my boyfriend took umbrage at my remarks regarding The Cribs.  Apparently, they are ‘brilliant’ and I am simpy misinformed. I believe his exact words were, ‘You will like the Cribs, and you will be seeing the Cribs.”

However, I am not that easily swayed, and have decided to mount an argument in my defense.

I’ll start briefly with the Smiths.  Back in high school, I found them to be annoying.  I didn’t buy their dreary blend of cynicism wrapped up in a cute pop beat bow.  They were like the Jam with pretentious lyrics. In terms of innovation, Elvis Costello was doing a lot more heavy lifting; In terms of excitement, The Specials blew them away in concert.

Like most bands, they broke up over squabbles involving money, and creative differences (namely those of Morrisey and Johnny Marr – the lead guitarist).  Though I suspect Morrissey had to have been a giant pain in the ass.  Anyone who makes a vocal point of abstaining from sex, drugs, alcohol and meat, has to be annoying to be around.  Imagine going on the road with him?  It’s a wonder they lasted for as long as they did.

So, The Smiths break up,  Morrissey goes it alone, campaigning for vegetarianism while his loyal fans dress up like him at his concerts.  It’s all  too wierd for me.  In the meantime, Johnny Marr, wanders around like the Willy Loman of guitarists, playing with The Pretenders (after Honeyman-Scott died), Pet Shop Boys, Talking Heads and Modest Mouse.   Keep reading →