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Showing posts with label Cool Dads. Show all posts

The Strokes: Angles


               Ah, the Strokes, one of those bands heralding good times with their music. I think “Is this It” might have been the ultimate everything kind of music. Wherever it was, it transformed the area into something cool, hip and un-offensive. For they dealt in a particular kind of rock, one hearkening back to cool guitar rock, one which escaped any sort of angry feelings.

                Personally, I side a bit more with Interpol at that time. Around the turn of the century, I was a brooding young sloth, trying to make sense of the world. The Strokes didn’t get dark enough for me, and I rejected them until college, when it finally made sense for me. Finally, I reached a level of cool and acceptance for happier forms of music.

                Much like Interpol, the Strokes eventually caught flak, which brought them crashing down to Earth. “First Impressions of Earth” brought them back to reality. Reality was harsh, though sales were strong for their music. The Strokes took a break.  Drug addictions were battled, Julian Casablancas went solo, and everybody did their own thing. 

                Years later (known as now) a new album comes out. It is called Angles. Considering how many other early 2000s bands have seen their luster diminish, it’d be foolish to think The Strokes would be immune to this treatment. Besides, it has been so long since they paid attention. Even their solo projects reek of people trying too hard to be cool. Usually that coolness came effortlessly, that was the main attraction of their music anyway. 

                Having said that, there are a few possibilities The Strokes might be looking at as the reviews come in, hot off the presses. 

                Scenario 1: It gets universally panned. A lower score than “First Impressions of Earth” appear on most websites. Considering how this has happened with many of their peers, I wouldn’t count this out. Negative reviews might include such things as their sound being stale or dated, their theft from the 80s is too apparent. Snarky comments about how they’ve grown old would be included. Honestly, the hip makers might just throw them an awful score, expressing varying degrees of disappointment.

                Scenario 2: A compromise of sorts would occur. Realizing they can’t exactly totally pan the shit out of The Strokes, for fear of never getting another album for a half-decade, they claim it is better than “First Impressions of Earth” but not as good as “Room On Fire”. Comments will be thrown around, talking up how all the twists and turns make more sense now that they’ve shrunk the size of the album back down to 35 minutes. 

                Scenario 3: People talk about how it is almost as good as “Is this It” and how they’ve come so far in the past few years, overcoming crappy solo albums and drug addictions. Vague forms of encouragement are weaved into the review, talking about the eclectic approach to the album. Smiles appear on people’s faces as they are simply glad they are here, playing for us again. By taking this approach, it coaxes another album out of The Strokes right before their transition to cool dads is complete. 

                Scenario 4: Angles gets higher marks than “Is This It”. I find this extremely unlikely. Considering how highly regarded their first album is, I find it difficult to believe this would ever happen. Right now I’d give this one the least likely chance, about a 1% chance at most. 

                No matter which of these scenarios occurs, a few things are guaranteed. This album will sell well, as their popularity goes back long enough to reach people willing to pay money for albums. I like to think of it as “Grandfathering of the Cool Dads”. All of their concerts will sell out as well, since people are thankful for the Strokes doing anything together. Expect to see some wistfulness, no matter what score they give them. The Strokes just are one of those bands who peaked and generally speaking will never hit that level of hip ever again. 

                Let’s see how it turns out. My gut says Scenario 2, but we’ll see if I’m right about it.

Daddy Bloggers

                   The New York Times has been on something of a ‘blog kick’. Lately they’ve had a bunch of articles focused on blogging, both positive and negative. Part of this may be to boost advertising revenue, so you’ll get a subscription to “The Economist” or buy an apartment in an extremely expensive part of Brooklyn or Manhattan. You know the kind of place so expensive I can’t even afford to get drunk there. A true crime if there ever was one. I’ve already focused on their negative ‘it’s dying’ article, now let’s go positive.

                Mommy Bloggers apparently make huge sums of money. Heather Armstrong leads the pack, making somewhere in the six figures per month. I’ve only seen a six figure sum in my life followed by the words ‘in debt’. Having thought about this for many hours, I’ve decided entering the field of Daddy blogs would be best. Now I’m not particularly motivated, due to being a sloth, but I have a foolproof plan on how to make a ton of money. See the below for a simple breakdown:

1.       Get married
2.       Have Children
3.       Write about said children in blog format
4.       PROFIT

As you can see, this verges on pure genius. Most Daddy blogs probably have uncool stuff, such as their efforts in building the kids a tree house or some such nonsense. Or they talk about their hobbies they’ve forced on their kids. Eventually their kids become some football captain or similar kind of ordinary stuff. My approach will differ dramatically from this. Finally I’ll help make Dads as cool as they ought to be.

I’m talking of course about cool dads. Sure, this phrase has been around for a while. Those are the dads who remained cool as they grew older. Most dads tend to start watching History Channel and find how taffy is made to be absolutely mind-blowing. Not I, said the cool dad guy. Instead, you’ll read about the mixes I created for my children so when they got to kindergarten they already knew about bands like Faust, Captain Beefheart, Nick Drake, Slint, Tortoise, and other obviously hip bands. As other children wonder why they sing “Wheels on the Bus” over and over again, my kids will be immune to such garbage.

Of course, I can’t do it alone. What I’ll be looking for is a special someone, preferably around my level of artiness or higher. Anyone in the blogging profession (excluding political bloggers gross), theater, film, music, painting or similar professions is a sure thing. Someone with experience in website site would be ideal. I’m looking to have my kids be so damn cool you’re nearly jealous of them. That’s my goal.

         Since it is a Daddy blog, there will need to be some drama. My kids might start getting into argument about Jackson Pollock versus Rothko, Zappa versus Beefheart, and so on. For life contains so much drama, I just want mine to have a snobbish, almost unbelievably out of touch view on culture, music and so on.

        Blogs don’t always end the way you want them. I’m assuming the same goes for kids, I don’t know, I haven’t had any kids yet. While I can try my best to protect them from interests in popular music and culture, I know the old saying “If you blog about something, you must set it free” or something like that. Knowing my kids might rebel against my interests, I’ll be gentle. There won’t be any of that “Dragon Lady” stuff where I deprive my kids of things they enjoy. Honestly, I’m not sure if my kids will be interested in everything I present to them, but I want them to realize all that’s out there, which include esoteric bands and film directors.

        Will I be a good father, a good daddy blogger? I don’t know. I hope I can. Can you be both a good father and good daddy blogger, or does something have to give? My hope is I can have both, since I’m not sure what my skill set is exactly. Being there for my kids, writing endlessly about them, I’d be that guy who goes on about their kids at parties, except I’d be earning sweet money cake for it.

        Let me know. Do you think I can find a special someone, settle down and blog about our offspring? Or will I continue to make far too many obscure musical references even as I write about the joys of being a father?

Best of 2010: Year End List


Year End lists are a perfect way of showing off your refined taste. Comparing notes with others, trying to see where you stand in comparison with other. Usually there’s a certain degree of a snobby attitude, of an “Oh, that’s cute” feel. Or, what is worse, is being accused of “Too much (insert various website’s name) here. 

By no means definitive, I’ve tried to capture all of my favorite albums for the year. Obviously your choices may differ. My hope with this is to expose you to some artists you might not have otherwise heard while re-confirming some of your particular choices. Let me know what you think. Also included are brief categorizations of where this music falls in terms of being. Lower still is an EP section (I’ve finally discovered the joy of short statements).

Albums:
Hints of my evolution into a “Cool Dad” consumer
1.       Beach House – Teen Dream
2.       LCD Soundsystem – This is Happening
3.       Stereolab – Not Music
4.       Laetitia Sadier – The Trip
Chillwave’s Last Stand:
5.       Toro Y Moi – Causers of This
6.       Ariel Pink’s Haunted Graffiti – Before Today
7.       Rangers – Suburban Tours
Good Ol’ Rock and Roll
8.       Harlem – Hippies
9.       Women – Public Strain
10.   No Age – Everything in Between
Swimming in a Sea of Sound (Tasting Colors)
11.   Keith Fullerton Whitman – Generator
12.   Chris Weisman and Greg Davis – Northern Songs
Electronic Music Nobody Else Bothers to Listen To
13.   Mark Fell – Multistability
14.   Deepchord Presents Echospace – Liumin
15.   Ja Prawn – Everybody
16.   VHS Head – Trademark Ribbons of Gold

EPs

17.   Weed – DC Hope
18.   Panda Bear – You Can Count on Me
19.   Outer Limits Recordings – I Need My TV
20.   Peter Gordon and the Love of Life Orchestra – Another Heartbreak
21.   Nerve City – Sleepwalker EP

Does New Jersey get New York’s “Sloppy Seconds” (tour-wise)?

New Jersey is a small plot of land adjacent to New York City and the surrounding area. Originally settled by well-to-do Dutchmen, it decreased in importance as New York began its ascent into the upper stratosphere of cool. Meanwhile, New Jersey continued being more relevant than Delaware, that combination hick/pollution state.
Bands know this. Every time a major band tours, they always hit New York. Hell, they even might do a few shows upstate. People from New Jersey know this as they have to take the colossal failure known as New Jersey transit, transferring multiple times before they arrive in Penn Station, before taking yet another train to Brooklyn.
Despite their obvious limitations, New Jersey can attract touring bands in a large variety of ways:
1.       When you arrive into Newark airport, you see a stop for a “Penn Station” only it isn’t actually in New York but in the industrial armpit known as Newark. Bands who have English as a second or third language thus get fooled into playing for the hipsters in the area who were too poor to afford New York
2.       Newark airport looms large over this one as well. As you wait for your flight out of Newark, you can decide to play a small show in Hoboken. Hoboken is kind of like Williamsburg except older and with Hipsters having evolved into the next phases of life, both cool dads and yuppies. That way you can make enough to afford one of those in flight sandwiches as you head towards a hipper city like Austin or Portland.
3.       This is called the “Mom and Pop” theory. Like Long Island, many people in New Jersey immediately realized how boring and lame their state was. Upon their graduation from High School, they applied to whatever New York based school they could and never looked back. James Murphy of LCD Soundsystem fame did this, as did countless others. Eventually you’re forced to at least keep in touch with those who spawned you. Thus, a short stop to collect money and affection makes economic sense. Call it the “parents show”.
4.       You are on the New Jersey turnpike and understand why truck drivers get paid more for driving up North (this is assuming you’re a band outside the Northeast area). Slowly but surely you lose your mind and get hopelessly. Eventually you find an ultra-shitty (and actually sort of creepy) small bar and are forced to play in order to obtain free beer and Buffalo wings. Your life is at an all-time low. The reverse works for bands coming from up north going to PA, etc.
So New Jersey doesn’t offer any coolness of its own. Instead, it holds this “mooching pattern” as a way of siphoning off the cool, kind of like how you used to impress others by stealing your cooler sibling’s clothing. You didn’t know it was cool; you had just run out of things to wear and failed to understand basic laundry etiquette.
Hopefully at some point New Jersey evolves beyond this wretched cultural starvation. Perhaps someday bands really will want to tour there, instead of just being sort of stuck there waiting for their plane or getting horribly lost.