Kids, print these off and give one to your special valentine today!
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The Yardbirds – For Your Love
Archive for the 'Noise Consultations' Category
Back when I was in high school, I had a friend named Sam who used to brag about his love of Nurse With Wound. Whenever he had one of their tapes in his Walkman, he’d hand me his headphones and wait for my reaction. All I heard when I put them on was what sounded like an torturous mix of TV test patterns and fingernails on a chalkboard. I couldn’t imagine why anyone would want to listen to such noise. When I asked him what he enjoyed about it, he told me he found it “calming.” He had ADD and, according to him, the high pitched feedback soothed his nerves. I remember shaking my head in disbelief and thinking “this kid’s kind of a freak.”
Now, eight years later, I know exactly what he was talking about. I don’t have ADD, but I do have serious anxiety issues and it’s quite easy for me to feel overwhelmed. When my neighbors play their music too loud or I’m stuck on a noisy bus, I tense up and panic sets in. If I’m listening to anything remotely melodic on my stereo or my iPod, it begins to irritate me, because I can’t focus on a linear melody with two or three competing sounds in the background. But if I’m listening to something noisy and repetitive, like drone or noise music or certain kinds of doom metal, I’m far more able to calm down and ignore the extraneous noises around me. Because the music is repetitive, I’m able to relax my need to follow a melody, and because it’s noisy, I’m able to take comfort in the fact that nothing around me could be noisier than what I’m listening to.
Another benefit to listening to this kind of music to drown out outside distractions is that once you turn it off, your calm won’t be easily disturbed. The feeling of calm you get from listening to something like Stars of the Lids’ Avec Laudenum can be punctured by something as innocuous as a knock on the door, whereas if you’re listening to something as clamorous as Prurient, it might take an air raid siren to really unsettle you. Maybe listening to noisy music can be a way of training our nerves not to tense up when we hear loud and unwelcome noises. I can just imagine group therapy sessions where everyone sits on the floor and tries to relax as horrible grinding sounds blast out of a PA and an instructor screams through a megaphone.
And you thought yoga made you feel relaxed…
MP3 :::
Sunroof! – Untitled
Nurse With Wound – Two Mock Projections
In the infamous Wire article on hypnagogic pop, James Ferraro had at least two incredible quotes. The first was about his membership in the “first church of Lenny Kravitz”: “My membership there has helped me with this process: trying to download someone else’s headspace–sometimes the most extreme being that of a virtual celeb image–opened up different aspects of consciousness and life potential and interactions beyond my wildest dreams.” The second concerned his interest in so called “trash” culture: “I think aspects of human culture that some people regard as unimportant actually operate within a really deep system of ancient symbolism and human archetypes. Hard Rock Cafes, strip clubs, gyms, celebrities, etc, are all great examples of this, of roadside temples. My albums are like downloads from that body of information…”
Whatever you think of these quotes, you’ve got to admit that Ferraro has done something few artists making new age instrumental drone music can do: create an aura about themselves. You could argue it’s ridiculous to attach all these ideas about trash culture and downloading celebrity “headspaces” to what sounds like a sixth generation tape dub of a “Sounds of the Ocean” meditation tape (or a warped Betamax of a Jane Fonda workout video), but music has always been a conduit for fantasies and meditations. Drone and ambient music have always been difficult genres to describe without resorting to vague cliches like “trippy” or “chill” or “stoned” (something I’m certainly guilty of); that’s why brilliant albums like Infinity Window’s Artificial Midnight or Super Minerals’s Multitudes so easily slip through the cracks–they’re gorgeous, impeccably made instrumental drone albums, but without a larger context (a scene, a sound, a crazy live show) to connect them to, they don’t stand much chance of being heard outside certain small circles. By creating a context within which to hear his music, Ferraro has made sure that his music won’t be ignored.
Released in October and November, The Summer Headrush series so far consists of the following albums: Rerex 1 and 2, Body Fusion 1 and 2, iAsia, Wild World, Son of Dracula (the only one I haven’t heard yet), and Hacker Track. Rerex 1 and 2 sound like Ferraro’s most conventionally beautiful records, Discovery, Clear, and Marble Surf. This side of Ferraro is closest to the new age ambient music of Tangerine Dream or Eno, full of fluttering keyboard arpeggios and whale sound synths. With track titles like “Shemale,” “Angel Alien,” and “Species Within,” Body Fusion 1 and 2 are darker, sounding a lot like wholly electronic versions of Popul Vuh’s soundtracks for Herzog’s “Aguirre, Wrath of God” and “Heart of Glass,” all minor key drones and eerie bell sounds. Wild World, probably my favorite of the series, is very similar to earlier Ferraro projects like Lamborghini Crystal’s Roach Motel, sounding like an unholy version of the music to a 1980s action movie, with seriously creepy audio samples of the members of the Heaven’s Gate cult talking about their group suicide. iAsia sounds similar to Wild World, though the vocoder vocals on “Casino Neptune” are something I don’t think I’ve ever heard from Ferraro before. Hacker Track sounds like a dub version of The Skaters, Ferraro’s long running collabo with Spencer Clark, adding a ton of reverb and phaser and water-in-a-bucket sounds to that group’s clattering drones.
You can brown Ferraro’s extensive catalog and purchase the good via Volcanic Tongue.
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James Ferraro – Casino Neptune
James Ferraro – 3 [edit]
Who could have ever imagined that three of the most buzzed about bands of the year – Ducktails, Washed Out, and Neon Indian – would sound like Ariel Pink? Pink, who has been a critical lightning rod ever since the release of his first official album, The Doldrums, on Animal Collective’s Paw Tracks label, was surely never any blogger’s idea of the “next big thing.” While his music shares the boombox fidelity and classical pop song craft of the now universally adored Daniel Johnston, it also often has a dry, ironic edge to it, thus making it impossible to project any ideas of childlike innocence onto it. Pink always seems determined to push things too far, often derailing perfectly written pop songs into a pileup of overdriven synths, random vocals noises, and drums playing off beat.
It’s this streak of self-sabotage (or defiant genius, depending on who you ask) that has become the most contentious thing about Pink’s music, because the other things – the fetishization of 70s and 80s soft rock, the “cheesy” synths, the 8 track cassette recording fidelity – have suddenly become cool. Whether it’s the revival of Balearic dance music or the still lingering effects of Daft Punk’s Discovery or just the simple truth that lo-fi music full of synthesizers has never been cheaper or easier to make, the fact is that things long considered impossibly cheesy, like gated drums and “Euro” and “Trance” keyboard presets and keybasses, are now everywhere. So much of the critical discourse about Pink’s music, especially the idea that his music was a parody of the “shallow” and “self-absorbed” popular music of the 70s and 80s, doesn’t seem relevant anymore, because we’ve all stopped equating “overproduction” and synthesizers with inauthenticity. Whereas before Pink’s music was saddled with both an unpopular sound and a prickly, experimental attitude, now it’s just the latter.
Neon Indian, the Pitchfork-certified one man project of Austin, Texas’ Alan Palomo, sounds like Ariel Pink’s synth pop songs (see: Scared Famous’ “The Kitchen Club” or House Arrest’s “Flying Circles”) scrubbed mostly clean and with a more obvious “music for hip stoners” vibe. “Deadbeat Summer, ” “Terminally Chill,” and “Should Have Taken Acid With You” could all be Pink songs, except that his versions would be angrier and weirder. Palomo’s music views the 1980s as a memory playground for stoners, where old keyboard sounds trigger instant reveries, whereas Pink’s music sounds more like bad memories that can’t escape their milieu, sort of like how so many of my worst memories would be soundtracked by Rancid or NOFX because that’s what I was listening to around the time they happened.
Just like Neon Indian, Washed Out jack Pink’s synth pop steez (listen to the chorus of Scared Famous’ “Gopacapulco” and tell me that’s not a Washed Out song in the making), but instead of couching the sound in a druggy, easygoing nostalgia, Ernest Greene (the man behind Washed Out) has created the 2009 equivalent of yacht rock. The video to “Feel It All Around” is seriously just some twentysomethings with tattoos snorkeling, going down waterslides, taking cellphone pictures of each other, and eating in fancy, neon-lit restaurants. The fact that music once made exclusively by bedroom weirdos can now soundtrack a tropical vacation speaks volumes about how music and aesthetics have changed since 2004.
Matt Mondanile’s Ducktails – my personal favorite of the three – basically sounds like instrumental versions of Ariel Pink songs. From the cheap sounding drum machines to the hazy, 8 track tape production to the often brittle guitar sound, Pink’s and Mondanile’s aesthetics are almost identical, though once again Pink has never seemed interested in the kind of full-on blissout you’ll find on a Ducktails album.
It’s clear that Ariel Pink has had a far larger impact on indie rock than anyone could have ever imagined. But Pink’s statement around the release of this year’s “Can’t Hear My Eyes/Evolution’s a Lie” 7″ that “Everything you think you know [about his old music] is WRONG- DEAD WRONG. THIS is me, naked, without the buffer of awful tape noise drowning out any lack of vision..” and his recent signing to 4AD raise some interesting questions. Is Ariel Pink without the “awful tape noise” and campy falsetto and 8 track tapes really even Ariel Pink? Perhaps he’s seen so many artists gain success sounding like him that he’s tired of just being a cult hero, or maybe he wants to prove he’s a “good” musician. As excited as I am to see these questions answered, I’m also a little worried that all those things that made Pink such a distinctive artist are soon going to disappear.
POSSIBLY RELEVANT :::
Ariel Pink and Vivian Girls – Lexington, 4.6.09
MP3 :::
Ariel Pink – The Kitchen Club
Ariel Pink – Immune to Emotion
Ariel Pink – Helen
Ariel Pink – Flying Circles
Ducktails – Backyard
How do I even begin to measure how much ass Emerald’s Mark McGuire kicked this year? Working under several different project names including Sun Watcher, Skyramps, and Peoples Parties, Mark quietly conquered the ambient underground in 2009. To combat sleeplessness, tour schedules, and boredom, he filled his four-track with buoyant, rhythmic meditations for guitar and tape with a deeply submerged pop sensibility.
While varied stylistically, the handful of releases he put out this year are all anchored around his fluid and intuitive sense of song structure. If I had to pick one release that most accurately describes his “sound”, it would probably be Loosing Sleep, where nostalgic phased guitar tones hover and multiply into lush airspace. Recorded at his home between 3 and 6 am, this album captures an adolescent wonder for the looming potential of the after hours. The epic “Marfa Lights 2″, hones darting notes of Tangerine Dream-soundtrack ambiance, culminating into an absurd metropolis of coexisting guitar loops stacked a mile high (all of which he bangs out live).
It’s worth noting that his collaborative efforts from this year have yielded equally compelling results as well. One highlight was Skyramp’s Days of Thunder. With the help of Oneohtrix Point Never’s Daniel Lopatin, they create five sprawling tracks built on Fripp & Eno sine waves of metallic fuzz jockeying over Kraftwerk electronics. Whatever his working title may be, Mark has become sort of like the ambient Robert Pollard, only more prolific and on target twice as often.
You can view Mark’s complete discography, as well as links to purchase the albums here.
For Fans Of: Fripp & Eno, Mountains, Oneohtrix Point Never
MP3 :::
Mark Mcguire – No Eye Noon Doe
Skyramps – Skyramping
Sunwatcher – Teaming Up
Of course we have a lot to be thankful for. I have righteous friends, family that thinks I’m pretty cool, good health, attractive/awesome girlfriend, cool toys, and decent grub in the fridge. I would be remiss to mention that. But it kinda should go without saying that, as a semi-rational person, I’m thankful for all the aforementioned. Only a douchebag wouldn’t be thankful for these basic life components. Well… okay, so I am kind of a douchebag, but that fact notwithstanding, I give thanks. However, The Decibel Tolls is not a folksy, feel-good Garrison Keeler corner of the Internet, and there’s a lot to NOT be thankful for in 2K9:
Vampire Weekend still exists, people still like them, and they have a new jam coming out. I still hate everything about this fucking band, and I’m really not looking forward to being bombarded on the Internet and in the press on a daily basis about the giant shit their about to take on the world called Cuntra over the next few months. Dammit. So many great artists get swept under the rug while these smarmy hacks (who write songs about exotic drinks and yachts, which my blog bro Sean at Buzzgrinder pointed out is strictly reserved for hip-hop artists and hip-hop artists alone) absorb all limelight like a fucking black hole. I am not thankful for this.
Glenn Beck also continues to exist. I support an almost texturalist interpretation of the First Amendment’s preferred position – freedom of speech. But this dude scares me. He’s bringing the militias out of the woodwork. Methinks it’s entirely possible that some Anarchist Cookbook shit is about to go down. Also, his fat sweaty face and recessed eyes are particularly creepy and punchable. Do not want. Not thankful.
Billy Corgan developed a Twitter page funnier than my own satirical account (see Publicity Stunts for additional reference), complete with the username of just “Billy” (Just Billy should be a sticom). Dude stole my thunder and made it less fun for me by (unintentionally) making fun of himself more profoundly than anyone else ever could. Oh, and puppets, dude. My journalism degree did not prepare me to begin to encapsulate any thoughts on something that’s this other-side-of-the-looking-glass. Feel no thanks for this.
People are still pervasively using Internet acronyms to express thoughts that they would never actually say in real life. Like, “for the win.” Who the fuck outside XBox Live players say “for the win”? Additionally, who says these things to describe mundane occurrences, like an update that reads “listening to music, ftw!” Um… congratulations? On winning at that? Also, WTF and FML are a bit aggravating to hear from people, especially those who tend to not cuss. Basically, if you wouldn’t say it in conversation, don’t flood my inbox and social networks with it either. Sometimes I feel like seceding from the Internet. LOL is still okay though, but only when immediately proceeding a statement that does not deserve an actual laugh-out-loud (i.e. “having soup for lunch lol,” “father goes in for surgery tomorrow lol,” etc). Not thankful.
Allergies. Hate this shit, too. 86 Thanks.
There’s lots of other stuff too, but I’m bored of ranting and I’m sure you’re bored of reading it. Sorry for the neg vibes. I hope everyone has a rad long holiday! I hope to see Louisville out tonight at the Phantom Family Halo record release party at Lisa’s! Enjoy some pepperoni.
MP3 :::
George Harrison – Thanks For the Pepperoni
Local Anesthesia is a new regular feature that focuses on music and issues concerning Louisville.
As reported a couple of days ago, I honestly feel a little sore about the Black Angels not coming to Headliners. In part from the sobering, sinking feeling of not being able to see a band of this caliber at a good venue five minutes from my apartment, but mostly on ethos. This recent turn catalyzed a need for me to share some observations as both a local and an outsider – a recent transplant to Louisville who has been in the music business and truly fell in love with this city. And someone who’s recently adopted what could be considered in this town as a reasonably controversial opinion.
It’s worth noting that I have no vested interest or involvement in any of the parties mentioned, and have no empirical evidence to present, as it were. I simply am offering observations as a townie, and inferences/insight as a music promoter. But I think what I have to say is fair.
First, it’s unequivocal that Louisville gets passed over for awesome shows. A lot.
There’s a few reasons I can entertain. Louisville is not located on a major east-west corridor. When managers route a cross-country tour, they tend to build a logical itinerary along either I-80 to the north or I-40 to the south, neither of which is close to Louisville. Looking at a map, you can see how this is the most utilitarian and economical approach to tour the nation. In addition, seemingly more notable music scenes like Nashville, or college towns like Bloomington always present a reliable gig for someone booking from behind a desk. This, too, is understandable – booking colleges are a guaranteed revenue stream (student activities committees are required to spend their budget, or else they lose it) and guaranteed audience (college kids have the leisure time to attend shows), and a place like Nashville is a legendary “music city.”
However, Louisville’s music scene is certainly nothing to guffaw at. The city has played host to some amazing live shows and festivals, including acting as the flagship American city for Terrastock 7. But a massive void still remains in this city’s live music calendar, namely a deficit in diversity. Having lived here for almost a year, I feel safe in identifying another obstacle not related to any of the aforementioned, but rather, a well-known but culturally static and non-innovative entity that pulls a lot of water in Louisville and does little to further the city’s music locally or nationally. Surprisingly, I’m not talking about a conglomerate like LiveNation or Clear Channel, but our own WFPK (though some of the discussion later may parallel the criticisms toward the aforementioned corporations).
For our of town readers, WFPK, also known as “Radio Louisville,” is a large and popular listener-supported, NPR-affiliated radio station that plays a lot of what I would consider coffeehouse rock – mostly folk, alt country, and what I sorta mockingly describe as “candid, demure, sophisticated” singer-songwriters. Stuff you’d hear inside Starbucks. FPK doesn’t exactly sound like the most nefarious, formidable presence. I mean, I’m not even sure if the station, a member of the multi-station Louisville Public Media, is a 501(c)3 or not, but it certainly is not an organization that rakes in the dough by any stretch of the imagination.
Regardless, the problem with WFPK is not its business practices, but its influence. The issue, as I see it, arises from a music community, our music community, wherein promoters, publicists, talent buyers, and venues are, unwittingly or otherwise, overwhelming friendly to WFPK, creating a sort of ideological monopolization of live music in Louisville.
As far as events outside Derby, Fourth Street Live’s decidedly shitty concert series, or any of the big arena tours that roll through Freedom Hall, WFPK owns this town. That is to say, WPFK is often the presenter, promoter, and/or sponsor of a wide range of concerts and events. On the surface, this sounds like simply a symbiotic relationship between media and publicists. The problem develops when, to cite some legalese, a marketplace of ideas in the Louisville music community no longer exists.
WFPK has a remarkable presence over music in this town, and in the case, “wide range” really means vast majority. Open up any given issue of LEO Weekly or Velocity and look at the ads for shows and events. You’ll see the red and black logo everywhere, indicating that the station is, on some level, involved in almost everything. Go to a show at Louisville’s most visible venue, Headliners, and behold the spotlight illuminating the curtain – a giant two-story WFPK logo that says “hey, tonight’s event is probably brought to you by us.” Visit the city’s largest independent concert promoter, Production Simple (who have hosted some phenomenal shows in the past), and notice how many listings are preceded with “WFPK 91.9 Presents.” Compare that and other venue’s concert calendars with WFPK’s playlists. Compare the lineup of the city’s largest music festival, Forecastle Fest, with WFPK’s playlists. Patterns emerge. The station is involved in a lot, and seems more or less the go-to guys for show promotion.
Here is where the notion of helping vs. hindering music really comes into play, and why I side with the latter. While it is ultimately a nice gesture that this organization assists to promote events and book shows, some of which are free (such as Waterfront Wednesdays), and while some artists have certainly been helped by WFPK, on a macro level WFPK’s influence, I believe, hinders music progression in Louisville. Because WFPK has a power over those involved in making live music happen in Louisville, they probably also have a say. This would not be an issue if WFPK featured diversified programming. Unfortunately, they don’t. This means that only certain music is really championed here in town – obviously, music that WFPK would play.
To elaborate further, when an organization like WFPK becomes a powerful entity that has its finger on a vast array of citywide events, the station’s namesake becomes a commodity – a trusted brand identity that makes your job as, say, a club promoter easier. You’re immediately reaching thousands of potential attendees with spots on FPK’s drive time, and it sure beats stapling fliers on poles for hours. But this relationship only exists when a show is relevant to WFPK’s programming. So maybe you tow the line. Maybe it’s better that you book the Rhett Miller show over something more challenging, sell out the room, make a killing in bar sales, and have WFPK rally the troops with its airwaves. Everyone takes a cut, everyone’s happy, and not a sweat broke. Easy sleazy. I am not citing a specific example here, I’m merely illustrating how a talent buyer or promoter could pander a bit to WFPK. All things considered (no pun intended), it would be an easy trap to fall in to.
Of course, like promoters, WFPK also has people that make their lives easier. As with any sustainable business, WFPK has a duty to appeal to its core audience. Without getting into a debate on agenda setting theory, WFPK’s bread and butter undoubtedly comes from professionals holding down $50K/year jobs that can afford to donate $100 here and there and receive a sweet tote bag for their gift. Ah, the oft fabled power struggle. As Stephen Levitt beautifully summarized in Freakonomics (and I’m paraphrasing here): morality is the way the world should work; economics is the way it actually does. But hey, I understand that. It’s not scruffy dudes like me, who get stoked on Spacemen 3 spazz outs and completely insane freak folk, that throw cash to the station, nor is it any given member of my mid-20s demographic who tend to rarely listen to the radio. I respect this balancing act and sympathize with the notion that you don’t shit where you eat. So it follows that the music that appeals to this target market gets priority, to some extent, in the programming. To that end, it makes logical sense why WFPK is never adventurous with their playlists or events, despite the fact that they’re in a position where they could try to be progressive in some aspects considering their established name in the community.
Concerning WFPK’s programming, some of the music they play is not intrinsically bad, per se. But they play a lot of bland stuff (known to this blog as “borecore”), and it’s all in the vein of what is known in industry jargon as the AAA format, or “adult album alternative.” You hear some good songwriters on WFPK, but nothing new or too outside the box. You hear the new Son Volt, the new Decemberists, some old Decemberists, maybe a cut off Thom Yorke’s solo record if someone’s feeling saucy. Not exactly an edgy playlist. I’m sure at least one person on the staff is describing Wilco (The Album) as “visionary” as we speak. It’s worth mentioning that you also hear a lot of shit, too. In the afternoons, WFPK features a “Guilty Pleasure of the Day.” Often, the guilty pleasure is actually a better song than a third of their programming. That’s probably an issue on multiple levels.
WFPK switched to its current format in 1996, and interestingly enough, a lot of the songs aired come from new albums by artists that were around during that time. Even when WFPK plays a “new” artist, it’s usually someone poorly knocking-off something done decades ago, such as Vampire Weekend. The station seems to be in some sort of metaphysical realm where time is slowed.
I’m not the only one who feels this way. The Courier-Journal’s Peter Berkowitz published an article last year about WFPK just not being as good as it used to be. The second and last paragraphs really encapsulate the crux of the issue:
Billy Petot, a 30-year-old insurance agent and part-time musician, is less diplomatic. [Editor's Note: Petot is also a fellow WRFL alum and member of excellent local group Whistle Peak]
“WFPK is too white, and often times too stale,” he said. “A lot of the music lacks flavor. I don’t feel like the station introduces us to anything or promotes something that hasn’t already been tested. It’s like Hillary Clinton waiting for the poll numbers to decide her stance on an issue.”
Long viewed as the city’s most adventurous radio station, the WFPK that you now get depends on when you tune in. Dial up 91.9-FM and you might get to sample what the early adopters are listening to. Or you may get the soundtrack to “Grey’s Anatomy” — or worse, “Closing Time” by Semisonic. All within the same set.
“I feel like WFPK only introduces me to new music from old artists,” Petot said. “If Louisville is the cultural center it claims to be, why don’t we encourage that culture by introducing folks to new art that is starving for promotion?”
I also feel like WFPK is a little out of touch. Another poignant illustration concerns one of the website’s Question of the Week features last month. Program Director Stacy Owen wrote: “Locally there’s backseatsandbar, myoldkentuckyblog and WFPK’s Weekly Feed. What other music blogs are your favorites for finding the latest news and mp3s?” A couple of the regularly-updated Louisville blogs were omitted (including this one, but I’m not bitter… I do cuss on this blog and half of what I post would horrify Friends of WFPK) while one that was cited that is not even a local blog (My Old Kentucky Blog is based in Indianapolis and discusses Brooklyn a lot more than Louisville), and one was their own, The Feed, which is updated once a week and usually features whatever songs were slammin’ on Hype Machine last month. Last week’s installment included a new song from a struggling up-and-coming new rock and roll band called The Pearl Jams. Nice.
The C-J article mentioned above also discussed a little bit of WFPK’s history, and its original program director Dan Reed, who is responsible for establishing the AAA format and now runs Philadelphia’s WXPN, home to the wildly-influential World Cafe on NPR. Evidently at some point before my time, WFPK was edgy. It certainly isn’t anymore. Here are a couple of very telling quotes from within the station:
At the door to the music library, we run into afternoon DJ Marion Dries.
“Stacy, did I hear that Moby has a new CD out?”
On this day, Moby’s latest CD has been out for two weeks. Owen dryly acknowledges this to Dries, and the tour moves on.
And…
Still, new music can be a struggle for 55-year-old Meyer, an unabashed fan of Hendrix, Crosby, Stills & Nash, Bob Seger and graying Louisville singer-songwriter Tim Krekel. When the male singer Cass McCombs was heading towards town last fall, it took Meyer a few days to stop referring to “her new album.”
Ay carumba. An organization that wields a lot of power in this town and influences so many facets of our music scene should really be a little more ahead of the curve than this.
So if an organization like WFPK has its finger in many pies and features a playlist of very limited scope and ample staleness, then it follows that the safest shows to book, shows that have WFPK’s unfettering support, will have to fall in line with this paradigm. This leads to total stagnation in the live music scene.
The local concert calendar has been indisputably saturated by a lot of watered-down, totally unexciting, Nissan commercial-ready jive, and I have no doubt, based on my observations outlined above, that WFPK is partly responsible for this. However, I believe there is a quick, preliminary remedy to not only help the station’s programming grow and its influence to diversify, but to also give the local scene a boost. How about – start spinning what’s really going on in Louisville? Not local musicians who sound like what’s popular nationally, but musicians who are doing very distinct, original music in town. Why aren’t R Keenan Lawler, Invaders, Phantom Family Halo, Shedding, any of these guys that are doing something unquestionably more interesting, and most importantly adventurous, getting the same support from WFPK that, like, Ingrid “Old Navy” Michaelson is getting? They need exposure, and WFPK is certainly big enough to really make an impact. WXRT in Chicago, while also an AAA format station and not the coolest kid on the block, still had the balls to play Pelican on their local show. Doesn’t Louisville deserve the same service? This is the first step to moving things forward.
As stated earlier, it’s completely reasonable that FPK is aiming for a specific target market and demographic, as any good business would. But who’s reaching the other market of young music fans? Who’s reaching the small yet loyal demographic that thinks Phoenix, and certainly stuff like Josh Ritter, is kinda lame? Where’s our response?
Now for the inspiration for this post. Last week, I posted some news about a festival Lexington’s WRFL is hosting. The station has confirmed appearances by some legendary, truly genre-bending artists that I will not mention right now. As I’ve discussed in various entries, I lived in Lexington and booked shows at The Dame Music Hall. I can tell you unabashedly that Lexington is rather puritan community that’s not friendly toward art. It’s a place where a 35 year old, annual masquerade ball for charity, The Beaux Arts Ball, can be shut down by police because it’s late and all the freaks are bumming out Lexington’s bourgeoise. It’s a place where the police would surreptitiously video The Dame’s patio looking for excuses to come in and harass patrons – particularly on evenings when we had a punk or hip-hop group performing. It’s a place that’s home to the University of Kentucky, a strictly dry campus… except for tailgating parties during a UK football game. It’s a place where the city government has a fervent debate concerning whether it would be appropriate to build sidewalks along busy roads considering some people’s immaculately manicured front lawns might be at stake. It’s a place that boasted an organically grown, blossoming entertainment district that was completely leveled to make way for a high-rise hotel and condo development that remains, to this day, a hole in the ground. It’s a place that is hostile to unique expression and interests outside of horses and basketball. It’s a quaint picturesque college town that wants no boats rocked.
Louisville is none of the above. Louisville is a cosmopolitan town that prides itself on being regionally ambiguous and distinctly unique. It’s a place where the city government is greatly supportive toward local business. It’s a place that spawned the movement “Keep Louisville Weird,” and has fan clubs called “Possibility City” and “Why Louisville Loves You.” It’s a place that’s attractive to the creative class – to artists and thinkers and people interested to doing things a little differently. The city’s funky aesthetics – a jaunt up Bardstown Road, a barhop through Germantown, a sunny afternoon stroll down historic 4th Street in Old Louisville, or a nighttime gander at the city’s magnificent skylight whilst driving south across the Rogers Bridge, whose cantilevered trusses are basked in warm purple floodlights – will all demonstrate that pretty quickly. You can cut the potential here with a knife. But where’s the music scene that will put us on the map?
We know that there’s an audience for important, forward-thinking, internationally-revered music. Look at some of our hometown heroes: Slint? Squirrel Bait? June of 44? Rodan? The For Carnation? Sapat? Tara Jane O Neil? Crain? Hello, McFly?!?! According to this interview Backseat Sandbar did with the festival organizers for last year’s Terrastock, this name dropping is what got Louisville the festival. So what is the current stifling factor? Is it pursuit of the aforementioned easy way out on the part of our music promoters? Is Louisville just not interested in its rich history of boundary-pushing indie, punk, and psych?
Doubt it.
Is it lack of a tightly packed music scene like WRFL can provide to Lexington?
Hmmm, possibly. This is my call to action…
Louisville has a strong music scene, and a lot of folks like the Backseat Sandbar guys, Joel Hunt, the Sapat boys, Ken at Transpanther, Sean from Buzzgrinder, Matthew at Derby City Espresso, and a few others are working to bring great acts through and pair them with relevant and deserving local artists. And there are some really great artists in town. Read my review of Invaders’ newest for a taste. It’s time to band together to get some things moving. It’s time to reach a demographic that, outside of Terrastock and the awesome annual Good Folk Fest, has been under-served. I will be publishing ideas I have for the city in later posts, and I welcome dialogue from others in the music community. I want to network and help build the type of community that WRFL has built in Lexington, wherein people cross-pollinate their music projects, are dedicated to attending and participating in live shows, and maintain a compact, explosive scene. Sure, Louisville does have a music community, but it needs to be tighter, more succinct, and more proactive. I want to help light a fire. Care to join? My buddy Sean at Buzzgrinder has outlined some great ideas in this guest column on Consuming Louisville. There’s a great start. It’s time for the rest of us to respond to complacency. WFPK doesn’t have to be the lone ranger in town, ya know?
Despite the lengthy prose, this entry is not meant to serve as an indictment on WFPK or anyone in Louisville. I love this city and its people. This article means only to demonstrate that we should have different movements in our live music scene, and now is as good of time as any.
While The Decibel Tolls tends to be immature and vulgar, I do enjoy good, thoughtful discourse. Feel free to comment with your thoughts! So… enough with the bellyachin’ – on to more positive topics. But before I go, here’s a great song about bellyachin’. It’s called “Boo Hoo,” which is probably how the vast majority of this article comes across. And a Bark Psychosis song, because it felt right.
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Marvin Rainwater – Boo Hoo
Bark Psychosis – All Different Things
Recently, I opened a Tumblr account (kenny-bloggins.tumblr.com if’n yownta follow me) to post photos, graphic design work, and various sharable media. Whilst dickin’ around late last night, I tried to find an old website of mine hosted on the now-outdated University of Kentucky student server, since it had a lot of rad photographs of mine to upload on my new Tumblr page. Said website also featured a lot of various writing I had done during my freshman year in college, including an analytical piece I wrote for one of my English classes. I decided to keyword this paper to try to locate the old website. To my astonishment, I found that a number of different people – on websites, in other college papers, and even on Wikipedia – had cited this piece I wrote back in 2003 called Brainwashing, Misanthropy, and Society: an Analysis of Boards of Canada’s Geogaddi.
I wanted to publish this piece on the blog to share with you all, as well as to give the piece a more official source. You see, concerning the latter point, the paper is attributed to my nickname when I was 18, the name that appears on the title of the website – Mikey P Diddy. Yeah, that’s rather embarrassing. And since I wrote it when I was 18, the writing is certainly a very different style than how I write now. Evidently, I was a rather pretentious tool at that age that was too good to use phrases such as, I dunno, “dickin’ around” (again, note that I was evidently a pretentious tool known to his bros as Mikey P Diddy… Christ, that’s downright horrible).
Unfortunately, I don’t have the works cited page available. Roughly half the observations were mine, and half were various interpretations found in discussions on the old boardsofcanada.com message board. Otherwise, the good ol’ Encyclopedia Britannica was utilized. Again, this is a college paper, so I don’t expect a lot of folks to be terribly intrigued. But if you are, the full text and relevant Boards of Canada MP3s (your reward for reading, I suppose) are here for your perusal after the jump.
If Wikipedia serves me right, election 2004 saw the birth of the ‘two Americas’ meme – blue state/red state, Democrat/Republican, Target/Walmart, patriot/commie, etc. It seems like so long ago… Joe Lieberman was a Democrat, Usher and Now! 16 (where are we today – Now! 42?) were topping the charts, and your house was worth more than it is now. In the past decade the two Americas have multiplied like Jon and Kate into multitudes of Americas. How do I know this? Witness the schizophrenia that is the Billboard 200 chart.
This week the top 10 albums in this great land of ours are from artists such as Kenny Chesney, Busta Rhymes, Lady GaGa and Hannah Montana. That’s at least four Americas right there (none of which I really care to live in). There’s another America that includes Kate Voegele who is apparently a fictional character on television and Myspace.
Is this really the schizo musically retarded demographic into which we’ve disintegrated? Or does this melting pot simply represent the 12 year old girls and knuckle-draggers who still purchase music in mall record stores? Let’s cross-reference the iTunes charts.
Lady GaGa. Check. Kenny Chesney. Check. Hannah Montana. Check.
Damn.
Digital music was supposed to herald the democratization of music. No more hegemony from the likes of major labels since even the most fringe artists can easily access the market. Maybe I should be encouraged by the fact that Grizzly Bear has debuted at #8 in the most recent Billboard chart. But then again, the #11 artist made it by selling CDs exclusively through Cracker Barrel restaurants.
Perhaps we weren’t really oppressed by the evil major labels and controlled distribution. Perhaps many of us just have exceptionally poor taste in music. Or perhaps those of us with good taste in music tend to steal tunes rather than pony up at Sam Goody.
On second thought maybe not. Check out Pollstar which tracks concert ticket sales. Acts with average ticket prices over $100? Bette Midler ($142.48), Cher (148.72), Celine Dion ($114.30), The Eagles ($129.01), and Madonna ($153.88). Some people apparently haven’t been slapped hard enough by recession. And considering you can’t illegally download a concert for free, it’s not likely that the numbers are skewed by freeloading cool kids.
With all that said, I will say it’s refreshing to finally have a President who appears to appreciate music. Bush’s inauguration featured Wayne Newton, Brooks and Dunn, and Ricky Martin. Meanwhile, Obama gave us Kanye West, Stevie Wonder, Bruce Springsteen and… Hannah Montana. Gotta throw a bone now and then to that other America.
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The Books – That Right Ain’t Shit
More and more artists are paying homage to Thoreau lately and recording their music in the midst of a hermetic retreat. And while most return with nothing more than a bruised ego and a full beard, every now and then they stumble back with something personal and articulate enough to rattle the ears of unsuspecting strangers. Damon McMahon, working under the name Amen Dunes, made a similar pilgrimage in 2006 to the Catskill Mountains to record what would become his debut album DIA. Both insular and cavernous, this debut LP is an uninhibited trek through McMahon’s psychedelic mind-scapes.
The album opens with the raw, dirt-in-the-fingernails garage rock of “Amen Dunes,” a successful throwback to 60’s style surf and distortion. Through his spidery reinterpretations of classic rock that has a tendency to take some noise detours, Amen Dunes fits somewhere within the vintage-minded acts like Crystal Stilts, and the clamorous sermons of Pumice and the New Zealand scene. But in the end, McMahon seems most at home cooking up spaced out lo-fi folk with just the right amount of static kindling. “By the Bridal,” is a drunk and driving ballad that plays a little bit like a cannibal-fruit-era Modest Mouse, but it’s a driving ballad that’s been thoroughly sunburned and then dunked in a bucket of reverb. Other highlights from DIA include “White Lace”, which effortlessly transitions from a folk song into a mountain of tape layers and effects, and the closing hymn “Breaker”, that pairs a muffled organ to a naked wailing vocal piece.
DIA is available now through Locust Music, and is highly recommended.
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Amen Dunes – By the Bridal
Amen Dunes – Amen Dunes
