Monday, March 07, 2005

Well, the kite festival at Zilker was rescheduled for next Sunday (the 13th), so now none of you lazy bastards have an excuse for not showing up.
I spent large parts of my weekend sleeping, so I should be rested up, but unfortunately my schedule got all messed up, so I couldn't fall asleep last night until 2:00 a.m. and I'm exhausted today.
Crackbass had his birthday celebration this weekend, and lots of fun people came out to celebrate for drinks on Friday at the San Jose. The evening ended, as usual, with Jeff, Mandy, Andy, Rami, and I sitting around the Wilsons backyard, drinking whiskey and exchanging stories of debauchery.
I got up around 1:00 p.m. Saturday with a stabbing pain in my head and muscles that felt like they had been run over with a mack truck. I wandered around a couple of music stores Saturday afternoon buying vinyl albums and banjo picks, and had dinner with the Wilsons and Judy (another one of my delightful neighbors) Saturday night. About midnight on Saturday Reed Shaw showed up at my house to show me pictures of the trip he had just returned from (in Mexico) and to listen to some of the records I had bought.
Sunday it rained a lot, but I went out with Bart and Jeff to buy some more records and trade paperbacks at Austin Books (we used to call them graphic novels, but they're basically just really long comic books- they were on sale this weekend).
I bought Arcade Fire's first album, Funeral, this weekend, which I had read some raving reviews about, but I was a little bit underwhelmed. I mean, the album is definitely not bad, but I guess I just found it fairly derivative. I think that music which is new and truly unique should typically be an acquired taste rather than something you can sing and hum along to the first time you hear it. Maybe I'm just pining for the days of The Pixies, Primus, or Jane's Addiction, when you would listen to an album for the first time squinting and scratching your head, trying to figure out what the artist was up to, and then gradually, as you figured it out, you would come to love the music. This is the feeling that I primarily get from classic jazz records nowadays (although, ironically, rarely from modern jazz). Arcade Fire, while a decent band, doesn't seem to be really doing anything new. I know I sound like a whiney old something or other, but I hold firm in my belief that too much of the "new" music which is coming out today simply involves recycled mixtures of older styles. If the rockers out there can't come up with anything new, then rock is dead and it's time to move on. If it's going to stay alive, rock music shouldn't be about feeling comfortable and reminiscing- it should be about breaking new ground and finding new voices. Otherwise, it's played out as an art form and today's kids should start looking elsewhere for a sound to define themselves. Maybe breakbeat latin bossanova will be tomorrow's punk. I don't know. I just feel bad for all of these kids out there who should have some new stuff of their own, but instead just get a bunch of bands who are standing on the shoulders of their predecessors (and, yes, I know that back in high school we listened to a lot of bands that recycled stuff, too, but there was some original stuff out there, and it just feels like the originality of rock music dwindles more and more each decade).


The League said...

looking for breakbeat latin bossanova ?

Try Senor Conconut!

Sigmund Bloom said...

rock will never be dead as long as ween exists.

The League said...

I am not sure how relevant this is, but at one point, Jason owned a copy of Def Leppard's "Hysteria". And I owned a copy of the "Dukes of Hazzard" soundtrack.

CrackBass said...

however many times you say you dont want to sound liek a grumpy old man, it still wont prevent you from doing so...despite your concerns that everyone sounds like the pixies (you made teh same claim about modest mouse, whom you hgated, and now love) i dont recall many bands playing with an accordian, as do the fire. PS - Senor Coconut rocks!

also, what is your stance on crack?

J.S. said...

you just love all things targeted toward teenagers, Crackbass (thus his song, "Teen Idol"). and just b/c i'm old and grumpy doesn't mean i'm wrong.
i don't think Crack has too much to worry about in terms of sounding derivative. no one sounds like Crack.

Anonymous said...

DOKTOR PALKA in das Haus--

I have become a big Arcade Fire fan. Have to disagree with you on the Fire....Sorry, Steans.
And I'm as big a music snob as they come.
I think they have a good sound.
Especially the first 2 songs on that albuma,and . C'mon....a tribute to the first dog in space! ("Laika" sounds like it could be a Pixies song. Not that bands should aim be derivative, but at least its the Pixies and not Blink 182)
And the shift in "Wake Up" where it sounds like "You can't hurry Love". Great stuff.

I just burned 2 Modest Mouse CDs....they have some good stuff, but overall I'm not impressed.
Other recent purchases/thefts:
1. Pulp- His N Hers.....This band had 3 brilliant albums. Better than Oasis.
2. Loretta Lynn- Van Lear Rose
Not bad. Not great
3. Iron $ Wine- Our Endless Numbered Days. Very low key, Southern Gothic. Me likey likey.
4. Bright Eyes- I'm Wide Awake It's Morning.....having heard all the hype, I deciced to check it out. Lyrically strong, although his wavery, fickle voice can be a little annoying....for some reason he reminds me of the lead singer of the Dead Milkmen.

The Dead THERE was a band!!!!!

"I thought I left you Sri Lanka
Working the desk at the sex


Anonymous said...


And sadly, there will never be another Fields of the Nephilim.

I still own a copy of "Pyromania" and "High and Dry"
as well as "Fair Warning" and
"GnR Lies".
Def Leppard is nothing to be ashamed of...Winger is a different story....

What ever happened to CINDERELLA?


J.S. said...

Everyone wants to be the Pixies, nowadays. I watched some documentary on Trio the other night about the Pixies which had people like David Bowie and Bono talking about how much THEY were influenced by the Pixies. If dudes like that are singing their praises, you can bet that the hungry little guys in the trenches are anxious to ride their coat tails. By the way, although they're both derivative, Modest Mouse is still better than Arcade Fire!!