Showing posts with label punk. Show all posts
Showing posts with label punk. Show all posts

22 June 2008

Nerddom uber Alles



273. DICTATORS, "Master Race Rock"
Produced by Murray Krugman; written by Adny Shernoff
1975 Did not make pop charts

Quite simply, the Ramones before the Ramones--but richer.

As much as I love them, you don't listen to the Ramones for the lyrics; there aren't too many things that might slip by you if you don't pay attention. But the Dictators could slip some real whoppers by you if you weren't on the ball. I've included "pomo" in the subtitle of this project, but this may be one of the most postmodern tracks on here, up to and including the way in which it parodies early 70s guitar solos at one and the same time as it uses it to great dramatic effect. There's so much going on here that the allusions to Nazism are almost incidental--and how many late twentieth-century works of art can you say that about?

To Wax TNG: The Naked NOW


958. GOGOL BORDELLO, "Ultimate"
Produced by Victor Van Vugt and Gogol Bordello; written by Gogol Bordello & Eugene Hutz
2007 Did not make pop charts

You know, normally I try to spread things out chronologically here, and I've already done more than enough singles from last year for the time being, but I just saw this band the other night and I can't stop thinking about them.

You know how Keith Richards always says that it's ludicrous to call the Rolling Stones the greatest rock and roll band in the world? That every night there's a different band that's the greatest rock and roll band and that they could be playing anywhere? Well, Friday night this was the greatest rock and roll band in the world, and they were playing in a drained pool in Brooklyn. People were dancing in circles, women were kicking their heels all the way up to their butts, and men were ripping off their shirts. Then a samba drumline joined the band onstage, and the lead singer, the disturbingly mustachioed Eugene Hutz, invited the entire audience to an afterparty at the band's favorite restaurant on Ludlow Street in Manhattan. It was the most intense show I can remember seeing in ages, particularly with that big a crowd.

And this is the single to commemorate that with, not just because it was the song they opened with, not just because it opened their most recent album, but because it's about saying fuckit to order and memory and all things tidy. There was never any good old days/They are today, they are tomorrow/It's a stupid thing we say/Cursing tomorrow with sorrow. This is an entry I didn't plan, simply to commemorate the gloriously unruly music of the eternal NOW.

18 June 2008

How High Can You Count?



217. MODERN LOVERS, "Roadrunner"
Produced by John Cale; written by Jonathan Richman
1972 Did not make pop charts.

Yes yes yes yes yes yes yes. This is exactly what it is like, and a mere four-count can't possibly introduce it properly. It's doubly good.

14 June 2008

The Song That Sent Me Tragically Wrong


59. RICHARD HELL & THE VOIDOIDS, "(I Belong to the) Blank Generation"

Produced by Richard Hell and Richard Gotterher ; written by Richard Hell

Sire SIR-6037C Did not make pop charts

You know sometimes all it takes is one song.

Confession time: I didn't really listen to rock and roll that much when I was a kid.  I mean, it was around and all, but I didn't really listen.  It didn't get my attention.  The songs I would really devour when I hear them were showtunes.  I loved taking apart the lyrics, turning them over, figuring out their little hidden tricks.  Most rock that I heard (this was the 70s, remember) seemed too simple, particularly the lyrics, compared to that.

And then I heard this song.  From the first verse, this lyric blew me away--in part, because it was so outrageous, in part because it was so clever, but in large part because the words flowed so beautifully on top of the notes:  I was saying let me out of here/Before I was even born/It's such a gamble when you get a face.  That's so jerky that it shouldn't work.  You just can't be jerky and smooth at the same time.  "I Wanna Be Sedated" may have been funny, but Cole Porter wouldn't have been impressed by it (even if he did enjoy being sedated)."  "Kill the Poor," which I'll get to it at some point, was a lyric that Porter could begrudgingly admire (even though he didn't have a political bone in his body).  But "Blank Generation" was a song that Cole Porter could never have written, simply because it's hard to juggle the irony and the polyrhythms and make them work so smoothly together.

This is why, when people talk to me about the Great American Songbook as if it was something that ended around 1960 or so, I often point them toward Richard Hell.  Not that it works that often, but I do indeed so point them.

06 June 2008

One of Them


475. RAMONES, "Pinhead"
Produced by Tony Bongiovi; written by the Ramones
1977 Did not make pop charts

As always with the Ramones, it's not about the words. There are . . . what? Maybe forty words in the whole song. The narrator's in a hospital, maybe of the mental variety, and he's met a nurse who's changed his outlook.

Did anybody take this scenario seriously? No. This wasn't realism in which the audience became emotionally involved. As always with the Ramones, you identified with the performance not with the song. This is a song about being an outcast but feeling as if you've found a home. Despite the clear reference to Freaks, the feeling here is quite the opposite of the one at the end of Tod Browning's mutilated film. In fact, it the opposite of the feeling that the singer declares in the lyric. Along with Joey, we want to be freaks. We want to be pinheads. (Bill Griffith's Zippy comics had just started to be syndicated nationally the year before this single was released.) We all want to shout GABBA GABBA HEY (gabba gabba hey) . . .

People who think punk was all about alienation only get half the story, at least when it comes to the willfully goofy Ramones. If Johnny Rotten wanted to alienate and resensitize his audience to the point where they were self-conscious about the political economy of rock and roll, Joey Ramone wanted to build his audience a big fat clubhouse. We may be alienated from society, brothers and sisters, but we're all freaks together.

02 June 2008

Time Meant Nothin', Never Would Again

254. RICHARD O'BRIEN et al., "Time Warp"
Produced by Richard Hartley; written by Richard O'Brien
1975 Did not make pop charts

As you may have guessed by this point, I frequently measure musical history as being B.R. and A.R.--Before the Ramones and After the Ramones. If I were just speaking culturally, I could use The Rocky Horror Picture Show as a similar watershed, since I believe it marks an important milestone for a sizable segment of my own generation.

But Rocky Horror is only a cultural milestone. It is not a musical milestone. The whole point of Rocky Horror, both on stage and on screen, was its references back to an earlier mode of pop. Like the original stage version of Grease (but not Randall Kleiser's eventual film adaptation), Rocky Horror was part of a general deconstruction of the 1950s that went on in the 1970s. Like the original Grease, The Lords of Flatbush, The Wanderers, etc., Rocky Horror was about uncovering the simmering sexual conflicts that were under the mainstream culture of the postwar era.

But the key to this particular deconstruction (much of it innocuously filed under the greater heading of "rock and roll revival") was that it was innately conservative. The music had to sound like the music of twenty years before so that the sexual undercurrents of that earlier era could be uncovered. From a purely musical standpoint, the only odd touch in a track like "Time Warp" are the theraminlike harmony vocals on the choruses. Those seem like a bit of an overstatement.

At least for this particular song, I think the sound of Rocky Horror was much less transgressive than its image. Listen to the soundtrack recording of this song, and it's just a lovely little dancetrack. But do you see how those people are dressed? If Brad and Janet just stepped out of a 1950s movie, the music wouldn't necessarily unsettle them but the thriftstore aesthetic of the guests' outfits would. Hippies popularized thrift stores, but punks and proto-punks turned them into essential supply depots for subcultural style. Call it postmodernism, call it bricolage, but the youths of the Sex Pistols' generation went into a thrift store to find familiar clothes that they could reassemble into an unfamiliar, slightly offputting ensemble.

Greil Marcus and others later called this detournage. During the 1970s, that's what Rocky Horror did visually to the 1950s and the Ramones did aurally to the early 1960s. They pioneered the mashup in a pre-digital world. Eventually, the technology caught up with them,

26 May 2008

In Praise of Certain Youthful Naivete


87. SANDI THOM, "I Wish I Was A Punk Rocker (With Flowers In My Hair)"
Produced by Ian Brown; written by Gilbert & Thom
Hungry Dog/Legacy 03 2006 Did not make pop charts

Damn, do some people hate this song. I mean, really, really hate it. Try Googling the title and you'll see what I mean. The feeling seems to be strongest in the UK, which only makes sense since the single broke much wider there. But if you listened to some of these people, you would think that this woman is sanctioning genocide.

Listen, I get it. As you can probably tell, I'm an ex-punk, and I really do hate hippies. When you get right down to it, though, the thing that impresses me most about this lyric is the way it tries to yoke those two truly antithetical youth movements together, precisely because they have almost nothing in common. The bigger the dare, the more you impress me, and I love watching the specifics of this patently ridiculous pas de deux play out across these verses.

What most of the rabid antiThomians I've run across seem to miss about the song is that it's not just mindless ancestor worship. It isn't just another one of those everyone-in-my-parents'-generation-was-cooler-than-we-are songs. More like Smashmouth's "Walking on the Sun," this song is fully cognizant of the fact that many of those young rebels became old farts. Does it change anything when the heads of state play guitar? Well, no, as a matter of fact it doesn't, not for the most part (although Vaclav Havel's got to count for something, doesn't he?). It's not just that she missed the revolution(s). She has to deal with its decadent aftermath, and with the full knowledge as her own generation moves forward that subcultural rebellions sometimes change little more than style.

Plus I like the homemade percussion. On about the third hearing, I started thinking that that was the sound of barely suppressed rage being vented through the extremities so that Thom didn't blow out her vocal chords screaming in frustration. So apparently this time the hippies won. Who's up for a rematch?

21 May 2008

No Soap, Radio (or T.V., as the Case May Be)


733. STOOGES, "T.V. Eye"
Produced by Don Gallucci; written by the Stooges
1970 Did not make pop charts

Metaphors again, this time of the private kind.

Do you really need to know what someone is saying in order to know what they're saying? Philosophers and semioticians have struggled with this question for ages. Some would settle it by deferring to the debates of Austin and Searle's speech-act theory. Others would affirm that Fernand de Saussure wrestled this one to the ground and won on points almost a century ago.

I, on the other hand, prefer a more pragmatic approach. For me, the acid test for that particular conundrum is this particular Stooges track. For years, I thought that the "T.V." here was a reference to closed-circuit surveillance. I had assumed it meant something like "she's watching me closely," the flipside (if you will) of Luscious Jackson's "Naked Eye" twenty-five years down the road.

But no. As I discovered when reading Legs McNeil and Gillian McCain's fascinating Please Kill Me: The Uncensored Oral History of Punk, during the late 1960s and early 1970s "T.V." was apparently a specific piece of Ann Arbor music scene slang. It referred to a "Vibe" allegedly emanating from . . . well, from a specific part of a woman's anatomy as designated by a term I was not brought up to use. In any case, there were no monitors, cameras, or cables involved. Apparently, the technology was wireless, even back during the Nixon administration.

So it turns out, I didn't know what Iggy was saying. But the thing is, I did. The instruments told me what was going on in this scene even if the lyrics that were supposed to describe it were willfully obfuscatory. Great songs don't just signify on a single, verbal level, which is why English professors shouldn't be let within a mile of rock and roll. As D. H. Lawrence should have said, trust the band, not the frontman.

20 May 2008

No Interpretation Required

411. BUZZCOCKS, "Orgasm Addict"
Produced by Martin Rushent; written by Howard Devoto & Pete Shelley
1978 Did not make pop charts

Back in the dominant era of album rock, one of my friends always maintained that, if you didn't know what was going on in an AOR song, it was about either heroin or masturbation. This song was about the latter, but you didn't need the printed lyrics to know that, nor did you need to spend much time interpreting what you heard. And that's reason # 5,237 why punk was brilliant, necessary, and wicked cool.

19 May 2008

At the Center, and in the Spotlight


500. SLEATER-KINNEY, "I Wanna Be Your Joey Ramone"
Produced and written by Sleater-Kinney
1997 Did not make pop charts

If I could pick one track that was at the heart of this project, this would be it. Why? I'll list just five or six reasons:

(1) It features a strong female band. There has been no greater change in rock and roll since 1980 than the fact that women are now commonplace in rock.

(2) It gives central mythic significance to the Ramones, which is only right and proper since the Ramones are at the center of the modern history of the Western world. Take that, Beatlemaniacs. And oh yes the fact that it was written in the year the Ramones broke up makes it even sweeter.

(3) The song plays very cleverly with the false distinction between pop and art, parodying the posing of underground rock clubs (come downtown/put on your best frown) while admitting the dirty little secret at the heart of most of the ridiculously named "alternative" music of the 1990s: everybody wants to be a rock and roll star. They all want to be wildly popular with adoring fans. They just don't want to be bland while doing it. But the idea that artistic merit is inevitably in inverse proportion to popularity is sophomoric and should be grown out of by any serious artist in a form as innately popular as rock. Otherwise, in the unlikely event that they do hit the jackpot, they will end up as twisted in knots and suicidal as Kurt Cobain (who, like S-K, came from the Great Northwest, so you can toss out your purely environmental theories of depression).

(4) For at least five years, Sleater-Kinney were the queens of rock and roll, hands down, no dispute. But please don't ask me to choose between Carrie Brownstein and Corin Tucker for the title of Absolute Queen. Can't they just rule together?

(5) For thousands of girls who, unlike S-K and Patti Smith, couldn't make the gender leap, these three women were their Joey Ramones, the same way that the Beatles were Joey's, and Chuck Berry was the Beatles', and so on and so on, probably going back to King David and his mad lyrework way back in the day.

(6) It's what I thought. It's rock and roll. uh yeah uh yeah uh yeah uh yeah :)

You know, if I could somehow tie this track into the last three decades of hiphop, it would be at the heart of this project. Well, at least I can put it at the center.

While America Slept

501. RAMONES, "I Wanna Be Sedated"
Produced by Tommy Erdelyi & Ed Stasium; written by the Ramones
1978 Did not make pop charts

502. SONIC YOUTH, "Teenage Riot"
Produced by Nick Sansano; written by Sonic Youth
1987 Did not make pop charts

Two songs about rock bands, a bracket of narcolepsy to cover a decade.

When the Ramones recorded "I Wanna Be Sedated," it was a narrowly biographical work, just a song about a desperate urge to block out the bombardment of sensation that attended a nonstop tour, one that the band sometimes seemed to be on for its entire existence.

Very quickly, though, the song became an anthem, maybe one of the most widely recognized rock songs ever that never made the Billboard Hot 100. That in itself says something. The song didn't hit suddenly. It spread like a virus. Once exposed ,75% of the youth who heard it could never get it out of their heads. Yes, that was what it felt like, even if you weren't in a rock band: jesus christ it's just too much make it stop just give me my head back from all this overstimulation sure I'll try ritalin whatever.

Fast forward nine years to Sonic Youth, everybody's new favorite downtown New York band, who sometimes played Ramones covers for their encores at Maxwell's, the best club the New York scene had in the 1980s. (Because of Manhattan's draconian cabaret laws, the best club the New York scene had in the 1980s was in Hoboken, New Jersey.) Despite their affinity, Sonic Youth was in some ways the Ramones' mirror image. The Ramones always wanted to be widely popular but ended up serving a sizable cult. Sonic Youth always wanted to be a cult band and tried to hide their true love of pop under an overcompensating level of postmodern winking. They knew enough Madonna to cover her in the late 80s but hid it under the moniker of Ciccone Youth; they covered the Carpenters's best song, but they did it for a pro-choice benefit album.

The most important difference, though, is one of time: in "I Wanna Be Sedated," Joey Ramone wanted to keep sleeping; in "Teenage Riot," Thurston Moore wants to wake up. And while the Ramones aren't singing about anything more than a rock and roll tour, Sonic Youth is purposefully singing about something much larger. As critics realized from the second Daydream Nation (the album on which the song appears) was released twenty years ago, this is an indictment of young apathy in the Reagan era, and it's pretty scathing if surprisingly indirect.

As a member of the generation under indictment here, I could point to all sorts of things that we successfully resisted in those years--apartheid, US involvement in Central America, etc.--but the very fact that I'm emphasizing resistance rather than direct political confrontation might be enough to constitute yet another charge against semi-conscious ol' us. But your honor, you can't indict an entire generation on the basis of just two rock and roll songs. Look at all that these other, worthy, alternative teens accomplished in that decade, the ones who didn't fritter away their time going to rock clubs. Basta. We slept, in part because we were tired of the 60s, which seemed to drag on endlessly into the 70s, and of hippies and their phony Beatlemania and their endless to-do lists because the planet was never perfect enough for them.

Eventually, we did wake up, but we should have set the alarm earlier. We had too much to do that day.

18 May 2008

MY ACADEMY


812. MISSION OF BURMA, "Academy Fight Song"
Produced by Richard Harte; written by Clint Conley
1981 Did not make pop charts

If you weren't alive (or paying attention) in the 1980s, you may not understand how important local scenes were back then--not just in their own right, but as slow feeders to a regionally pluralistic national music scene. Michael Azzerad deals with this obliquely in Our Band Could Be Your Life: Scenes from the American Indie Underground, 1981-1991, Gina Arnold much much better in Route 666: The Road to Nirvana, but both of them focus mostly on the local clubs. Far more interesting to me was local FM radio. In retrospect, the early 80s seems like a golden age (all golden ages exist in retrospect, of course), a highly fortunate moment in time that came after punk led to an explosion of small DIY bands but before FM radio became totally corporatized. Even after many FM stations were absorbed by corporate media conglomerates like Clear Channel and Infinity, there was still, for a little while, a commitment to local music: sponsoring local battles of the bands; doing long in-studio interviews with local artists; even playing nightly countdowns of the top 5 local singles. In our own era, when playlists are not only tightly controlled but set nationally rather than locally, such freedom and regional divergence seems unthinkable.

As you can tell from earlier entries, I spent the 80s in the Boston area. By the end of the decade the cool station was supposed to be WFNX, but the pioneer FM station in Boston was and would always be WBCN. They broadcast live from the Rat in Kenmore Square and promoted local bands so heavily that some touring rockers playing the Garden, Great Woods, or Foxboro would wonder why their opening acts were getting more applause than they were. The program director at BCN for most of these years was a guy who went by the name of Oedipus. He was one of the first djs outside of New York to realize how important the Ramones were going to be to the history of popular music--and if that doesn't establish his aesthetic cred, then there clearly is no hope for you.

My point is that, in the early 1980s, FM radio cultivated a kind of rock "provincialism." I'm using the word in the sense that the novelist Hamlin Garland used it in Crumbling Idols, a book of essays published almost a century before I ever set foot in the Rat. Very near the end of the nineteenth century, Garland saw the future of literature in the cultivation of local literary cultures that would in turn feed a national and even global redefinition of art. He saw Dostoyevsky as a Provincial artist, but he didn't think that meant that younger novelists like Stephen Crane should write like a Russian. They should write like themselves, about where they were. In seeing the larger world freshly through avowedly localized eyes, they would expand the vision of artists everywhere.

If I had to pick one band that exemplified the Boston scene in the early 1980s, it would be Mission of Burma. They played other cities, they've reformed and actually played Brooklyn earlier this year, but they never really broke anywhere except in Boston. "Academy Fight Song" was their first single, and it seemed primed to be embraced by soi-disant high school misfits everywhere, or maybe just people who never really outgrew the attitudes of high school. The sound of the single is sludgy and choppy, but even with the subject matter you'd never mistake it for a Dead Boys opus.

Which is my point actually. Maybe you had to be there, but to me this song sounds like Kenmore Square, even though the Rat's been torn down and there's a hotel there now, and even though I never actually saw MoB live. (I did see Birdsongs of the Mesozoic, one of the band's eventual splinters.) This single sounds like Boston in the early 80s, and you could never mistake Mission of Burma for a New York band, an Orange County band, a Minneapolis band, or a Cleveland band from that period, anymore than a jazz fan could confuse the sound of a purely Kansas City band from the 1930s with the Red Bank inflections that Count Basie added to the K.C. sound.

But then there's the two-way genius of provincialism: the local becomes the national, which feeds back into the local again, albeit in another locality. Bands from other scenes listened to MoB, even if their fans didn't in significant numbers, and they were in turn influenced what I may be alone in calling "the Boston sound." Most prominent among these was R.E.M., who of course eventually hit the big time. I'm willing to bet that at one point more people knew "Academy Fight Song" as a song R.E.M. played than as a song that Mission of Burma originated. Many may not have known it was a cover.

And I swear, sometimes when I listen to R.E.M., particularly when they're rocking rather than whining, I can hear Mission of Burma. I wonder if that makes Athens' favorite sons a Boston band.

12 May 2008

I--Am Tired--of Your--Abuse!

792. BLACK FLAG, "Rise Above"
Produced by Black Flag; written by Greg Ginn
1981 Did not make pop charts

Who said there no protest songs in the 1980s? Okay, it's admittedly a pretty generalized protest song, more a voicing of general discontent than a focused, issue-oriented program for social change. But it's so peppy and energetic! And at this point in Black Flag's history, the band is still keeping frontman Henry Rollins in his pomo Ziggy Stardust place. It makes you want to go out and tell off your boss or parent--politely but firmly.

10 May 2008

A Bentley (a bentley a bentley a bentley . . . )



891. THE KELLY AFFAIR, Be Your Own Pet
Produced by Steven McDonald, written by Be Your Own Pet
2008 Did not make pop charts--yet

This band is classified as "punk," but I haven’t known what that is since the Berlin Wall fell. If guitars and drums fast and loud, with deviant semi-ironic lyrics and sonic antecedents in surf music qualifies as punk, though, then I guess they are. Anyway, the glory of this song is that it is basically Beyond the Valley of the Dolls in three minutes. Personally, I could have used a circular narrative structure, but as an aficionado I do like the mention of a Bentley in the break. It's a nifty nifty song.