They left out the bit about the plastic glasses: “As a style label indie is not particularly useful, although it does carry connotations of sensitive, somewhat introspective personas who generally lack strong vocal projection.”Grove Music Guide.
I know Pazz and Jop’s so Wednesday but I just wanted to clarify the comments attributed below: It’s not that comfort itself is a bad thingif it was, “One Touch” would have been left out of my top 10 in favor of that aggravating Le Tigre full-length. It’s more this: The job, the full-time, well-paying gig ($50k+, according to the critic from one of Ohio’s dailieshe mentioned his salary during a particularly obtuse aside in his flawed, poorly written thesis on hard rockplus all the free CDs, demos, and singles that cross these people’s desks on a regular basis) of many of these voters is not only to confer their knowledge on the Creed-purchasing public: It is also, in part, to seek out things they might not already be cognizant of in hope of, perhaps, finding thingsnew bands, old bands reissued, one-off tracks on white-label compilations of powerpopthat they can then tell their readership about. Isn’t that what good reporting is? Shouldn’t those writers who are in the full-time employ of ‘music criticism’ make at least the slightest effort to go out and experience new things, or, hell, even peek inside a package from an unfamiliar PR company’s address? Or has the idea of market populismaffirming tastes on a constant basis, stroking and soothing the individual and the masses until the entire populace fusses only because their bellies are full of too much candytaken over rock writing as well? (I have a feeling the answer to that question isn’t “no, and it never will.”)
FROM THE “SUDDENLY THE REAL LIFE ROCK TOP TEN DOESN’T LOOK SO BAD” FILE: Metafilter users weigh in on worst band ever, results split between “all boy bands” and Creed. Be sure to seek out the post where Scott Stapp’s vocal stylings are compared to those of ‘Sebastion [sic!!!!] Bach’.
Proof that anger is so 10 September: Fred Durst renounces hatred, calls on listeners to love, lays ground for new Cure-inspired Limp Bizkit record, inspires more middle-finger waving (this time from, well, me). “Give peace a chance”? Please tell me that won’t be the next benefit record to come out of the events of the past few weeks. (Does anyone else ache for those ten or so days where none of the celebrities had come out of the woodwork to offer their no doubt marketing-inspired ‘opinions’? Just shut the fuck up and write a check, thanks.)
Clear Channel’s List of Songs With Objectionable Lyrics: A response to the events of September 11 focuses on the lyrics of 150 or so radio standards, including “all songs by Rage Against the Machine.” Lyric-broadcasting in times like this, where sensitivities are a bit higher than usual, is definitely a delicate balancing actI had more than a few “is this okay?” moments during a radio program I hosted on Saturday but on the flip side, I’ve been listening to the Temple of the Dog album all week (it kicks off with the currently blacklisted “Say Hello 2 Heaven”), and it’s been one of the few calming popcultural artifacts in my orbit. It’s the crassly stitched-together “disaster specials” (AC staples like Don Henley’s “New York Minute” or C. Dion’s “My Bleeding Heart Will Forever And Ever Go On, Even Though I Claim To Have Retired” with special news footage layered over the instrumental bits) that are completely abhorrent, capitalizing on last week’s events through emotion-jerking that can be teased as “lighting up the phone lines and coming up after “Alone” by Heart,” or squeezed between the traffic report and (the not banned!) “Let Me Blow Your Mind.”
Stuffing MTV’s ballot box: Interscope Records teaches fans how to disable cookies and vote over and over again for “My Way” and some Fred Durst-shepherded band called Puddle of Mudd. The possibly great thing about this article: There might be fewer Durst-ciples walking the world than previously estimated. (You do remember the it’s-not-payola ‘experiment’ that initially got their cover of “Faith” on the radio, yes?) The unsurprising thing about this article: A few years ago, I ran into a friend who was temping for Sony. I asked him what he was doing, and he hesitated, looked at me sorta sheepishly, and said, “I’m dialing 1-800-Dial-MTV over and over again.” Apparently, the gig paid pretty welllooks like Interscope has found a way to lower costs, uh, I mean, “fire up the fans.” Either way, the bottom line will surely look pretty sweet at year’s end, making Durst the perfect poster boy for everything Tom Frank has been talking about since Paw inked their first record deal.
A Five Word Review of the New Michael Jackson Single, Which Has A Title That Is Too Eighth Grade Yearbook Lame To Even Consider Posting Here, Not To Mention A Celebrity Cameo And A Snooze-A-Rific Beat:
“The Girl Is Mine ’01”
For points of comparison: Across the Atlantic and a few hours later, I spun a couple of records for the benefit of Philadelphia rock-types taking a breather from the U.S. Maple showreaction highlights included seven (seven!) people making joyful noise when i opened my second set with Van Halen’s “Panama,” satisfied grins at the opening lick of “Bathroom Wall,” and waves of somewhat shocked recognition passing over peoples’ faces when they realized the inspiration for The Grace Period‘s “Fuck Amen.” And I don’t know about you, Tom, but putting on “Overload”which I’ve done every week before this one since I only just received my copies of “One Touch”makes people dance for me, even without the benefit of any Stateside radio airplay (unless you count my Saturday afternoon radio stints).
Everything old is new again once again: I await Christina Aguilera’s next video, in which she runs amok, dodging an army of angry principals and wreaking havoc in her high school while singing about the ways in which she’s not gonna take it anymore. (Props to Andy W. for the initial connection.)