Wednesday, January 30, 2008

Twee Funds Terrorism

There was an interesting article in last week's L Magazine, a NY weekly that I only read when there isn't an Onion or Village Voice nearby. Despite one or two things in each article I check out, it's a shitty magazine and represents everything I hate about NYC 18-to-40-year-olds and Manhattan and hipster in general. It's up there with Rolling Stone, Revolver, The Source, every woman's magazine and Alternative Press on my short list of publications that I'd love nothing more than to have a fatwa put on their head(quarter)s.

But conveniently, the article touches upon something that was kind of not discussed much a year or two ago but, like 2Pac being overrated, is now getting addressed in the mainstream; that "indie" isn't an actual viable term in reference to being "independent" or whatever people would idealistically like to think it represented, but a specific aesthetic and marketing niche and nothing more. The motivating force behind the discussion was "Juno", a movie I haven't and will not see until it gets on cable or I see a bootleg of it, like I did with "Napoleon Dynamite". The previews alone (during "The Darjeeling Limited", in a clusterfuck of twee not seen since Belle and Sebastien played an actual knitting factory) hit that nerve I have for hating dramadies that feed "smart" or "clever" adult writing through the mouths of 9th and 10th graders. In theory, there's probably a way to avoid the "Dawson's Creek" effect and actually make that kind of convoluted dialogue seem realistic, but so far only "Life With Mikey" has succeeded in that balance.

There's a line between having believable clever young kids and 27-year-old ex-Scrubs writers using that annoying girl from "Hard Candy" as a conduit for post-modern one-liners.

Now, changes in nomenclature or shifts from ideological premises over time is a predictable part of language and colloquialism, but the term "indie rock" in the last few years has always struck me as kind of absurd. First, very few indie rock bands actually rock or play any sort of music that resembles rock as a genre or theoretical concept. Mark Asch perfectly sums it up in the piece when he opened with:
First, some taxonomy: Juno is not an “indie” movie. Juno is released by Fox Searchlight, a satellite company of the old-school Hollywood studio Twentieth Century Fox, itself a subsidiary of News Corp., whose founder and CEO is Rupert Murdoch. Somewhere along the line, “indie” stopped referring to the circumstances of a film’s production (the real independent films are the ones put out by postage stamp-sized distributors who regularly scramble to get their acquisitions a platform in the form of a week of screenings in any of the already overcrowded small theaters in any of the half-dozen cities in America where it’s possible to turn a profit exhibiting subtitled movies), and became an aesthetic distinction, referring to any movie with affected quirkiness and quippy dialogue. It’s roughly equivalent to how “indie music” now means “non-threatening white people with guitars.” You know, like the Juno soundtrack.

The marketing aspect is something that isn't anything new, although there are still hordes of Modest Mouse fans who don't get it yet and get quite irate when you question their sweaters, and was obvious back when the OC was on the air and the feeding frenzy and litany of articles declaring the mainstreaming of "indie", that was just really the mainstreaming of all music through bittorrenting and a great influx of information. You can wholesale discover an entire genre or sub-genre within a week or two, history and sound and all, if you go to the right sites and have a decent broadband connection. The benefits of this is taking some degree of power out the hands of "tastemakers", although hype has intensified and narrowed a bit, as seen by the fapping about Vampire Weekend right now or that a large segment of people think LCD Soundsystem are good (Pazz & Jop fails.) So with such easy access to 100 years of pop music, the phrase "indie" undergoes a schism. It, like most misused names or terms, shifts and starts to mean something else, in this case, "non-threatening white people with guitars" and a certain annoying sweater/manchild/animal and elementary school-obsessed aesthetic. The other occurance is what the term used to mean, "independant" in stance and DIY-ness, ceases to be included in the definition and is sussed out of the public hive-mind awareness, a lot like "emo" was officially changed to a perjorative and no amount of books revealing the past or inaccuracies of 00's revisionism of the term will change that. The same thing is starting to happen to grind(core) with the flux of deathcore and delusional metalcore/mathcore bands that are claiming to be grind because they and their inbred Long Island/southwestern fanbase don't understand that being spazzy and changing time signatures doesn't make you grind, and that 00's hardcore has no ties to punk whatsoever nullifying any chance of those bastard hybrid bands being "grind" (More on that later).

My stance has been that as a marketing term, "indie" is dishonest and harms most acts since most artists, like TV on the Radio, Animal Collective, DFA1979, M.I.A., The Yeah Yeah Yeahs, and Battles that are actually really good and to be lumped in with something that is, to be realistic, going to be pretty worthless and thrown aside by the next musical trend. LCD Soundsystem's topping of the various critical surveys just reinforced two things to me; The mainstream critics or most 'respected" bloggers and web writers have trite, convoluted, predictable, shitty, bland taste in music and that none of these acts will actually be canonized. It seems to me that, with the bands from the first half of this decade like Death Cab for Cutie and Bright Eyes already out of vogue and critics favor, there's no reason to take most of the bands seriously. Despite people's arguments about favor of post-modern "recontextualizing", most of the bands aren't doing anything anything remotely new, either copying other 00's indie acts (telecasters, ripped off hand-me-down post-punk drums, self-absorbed lit major lyrics and concepts, etc).

Sasha Frere Jones tried to poke a gentle hole in this deflating zephyr a while ago by claiming there wasn't enough blackness or rhythm in the music, the latter of which is true, but the hardest part of writing about art is to communicate ideas through word and informing the reader or listener about theory and technique without coming off pompous or aggressive. Indie rock IS boring and plodding. Indie rock IS musically uninteresting. Indie rock does try to replace good music with experimentation and overloading on inluences, references, and over-wrought instrumentation. As a provocative piece, it worked, but Frere was too easy to refute or draw ire with to have made a real impact and be more than a much-needed discussion piece, like this L Magazine article. His case would've held more water had he focused on the fact that it's a non-existent genre that blankets anything non-emo/metal/punk/hip-hop under itself and is propped up by failed zine writers and pretentious liberal arts graduates. The latter is perhaps the most aggravating feature, self-canonization with little care to revise or debate. Even metal and hip-hop, isolated genres with layers of disparate sub-genres, fans and ideologies, will have massive differences in opinion. I hate mainstream metal and modern death metal, but there's a large contingent of people who also think that sucks as well as a larger record buying public that will fork over $16 for the new Children of Bodom record. Within the umbrella of indie rock, there seems to be only three types of fan, hipsters, twee kids, and your odd hippie/Devendra Banhardt acolyte who keeps his acid tabs in his dusty second-hand copy of Bryter Layter.

I guess my qualm with the whole thing is a lack of discussion or honesty about the music, or what's marketed under the name for the music and. If the trusted critics and beloved writers of the scene have shitty, predictable taste (which, judging by the writer's top 50 for Pitchfork and a few other sites, they do), than how reliable is the canon? Do they really want me to believe people in the future will give two shits about Sound of Silver? Ga Ga Ga Ga is a piece of shit and Roxy Music were never good. Even more insulting is that indie is best pictured as the blob, sucking in whatever is sanitized or bland enough from other genres, like electronica, metal (doom and black metal, but no death or grind. Typical.), hip-hop (the holy hipster grail of Cam'Ron, Clipse, Lil' Wayne, and Ghostface), and etc. Ghostface has 3,000,000 plays on lastfm, and most of those are not from people who wore Wu jackets back in '94. There's an air of "we have now decreed it is cool for you to like this music" in indie, perfectly summed up in the increasing amount of attention hipster-acceptable metal and ironic/shitty revival bands are getting now. The Neurosis/Mastodon show was sponsered by Vice and NME had the balls to declare that "Thrash is back!". Plus, Vice and Pitchfork both have extensive black metal coverage, a clusterfuck of late that I can't really touch upon without overwhelming bias, but Joey did a good post on it recently.

Another front is how fucking annoying the people are, although I try to keep perspective that annoying college-age white girls should have the right to spaz out like Ian Curtis to really bad modern electro wearing leopard print spandez pants, ugly Nikes from '84 and a Flashdance tanktop. But at it's core, everyone issue with indie is not with the music, some of which is an actual solid musical entity and not just pilfered, assimilated or watered down extra-genre bullshit used to make boring white people feel included (let's be honest), but with those same people. Our generation is full of cocksuckers. A league of assholes with nothing new to say, hiding behind a steel sheet of irony and the insurance of being "post-modern". The appalling richness and first world-ness of this attitude became more grating after I went to Colombia over the winter break and realized just how ineffective and annoying my generation really is, and how much of that is supported by the sort of wealth and attitude and enables well-off white Americans to be reactionary and make Facebook groups saying "Fuck Darfur" and etc.

In the end, the label, aesthetic, and genre are all a disgusting Girltalk mash-up of irony and undeserved entitlement and perceived self-importance, summed up in the oversight of the movie "Juno", brought up by a few people; "If she's so clever, why didn't she know to use a condom?"

Tuesday, January 1, 2008

Dear Lupe:

When I first saw this video on, I thought "Oh fuck you, you haughty prat, I hope your album fails." Lupe IS good, but in a Jay-Z way (although his catalog is already better than Jay's consistency-wise), where he thinks or proclaims himself to be a lot greater than he really is. They both seem to think crazily over-thought metaphors and over-compressing thoughts into rhymes somehow makes you a "genius" or "better rapper", not understanding that only Wu-Tang and Busdriver seem pull off that level of lyrical complexity. More often than not, Jay, and all of his clones and disciples, and apparently that may include Lupe, drops embarrassing clunkers with a "Isn't this shit hot, B?" attitude.

Nah, B. It ain't.

Still, despite the confusion between depth and convolution, they're both good. And I have to, about three months later, give it up even more to Lupe. The Cool is great (with flaws, but still, great), and as of Sunday morning, I finally understood "Dumb It Down". And goddamit, he was right. I have to admit that I was on the message boards shitting all over Lupe's lyrics. I still stand by all of my criticisms of this Jay-Z model of deluson, but I was wrong about "Dumb It Down", and it wasn't until listening to it at 1 AM Sunday morning in Queens getting ready for my trip, that the "and I'm___-less" scheme and his seemingly nonsensical building upon that in each verse clicked. And I did feel pretty dumb at that moment.

"Ohhhhhhhhhh...why didn't I notice that before...'dumb' as both dumbing down for his audience, as well as the physical condition of being 'dumb', being kind of a vegetable and being deprived of your basic senses! Like what he's saying in the song! Oh shit."

So, I have to say, I fell for it.

My bad.

I won't be making many posts for the majority of January, until I come back to the US around the 17, but Fuck I Look Like will be back then. Unless I'm lying and continue to post from this laptop.