In one case yes, said Seattle Post-Intelligencer art critic Regina Hackett. Writing on her PI blog (since taken down but Google cached here) about her art critic colleage at the Seattle Times, Sheila Farr, Hackett wrote (with the bitchy title “Seattle Times art critic signs off. When was she on?”):
After the Seattle Times eliminated her job, art critic Sheila Farr declined to stick around as an arts reporter. Her self-congradulatory sign off ran in the Times on Sunday, here.
Suffice it to say she’s the opposite of James Brown, the hardest working man in show business. What did she accomplish? By doing so little, she tanked her job. The decline of newspapers can’t be news to anybody who works at one. She performed as if we were in the old days, when jobs were a given. She turned her position into fat, and the Seattle Times is on a diet.
Acccording to her, she wasn’t a good fit for a newspaper anyway. (Thanks for taking the job away from somebody who would have been.)
Wrote Farr:
When I began writing about art 20 years ago, I never aimed to become a staff writer at a daily paper. The hit-and-run pace of newspapers is not my default mode, being naturally more inclined to research, contemplation and working my way to the core of things.
The core of things? Where is the review of hers that gets to the core of things? I want to be gracious here but can’t. She failed her newspaper, the arts community and readers. Now there’s an official hole where her unofficial hole used to be.
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More on the sad death of rockism…
I know it’s Christmas time but whatever happened to “indie cred” at the best record store in Seattle?
I’m not saying I disapprove (and I don’t - I’m a poptimist) - I just found it interesting that this was the readerboard at Easy Street the same week The Stranger was getting shit from some readers for not being ”alternative” because they were giving away tickets to see Britney Spears.
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I recently found an old camera that I had had since I was very young and recently started trying it out at shows. This is my favorite shot I had taken, which is of Cassie Ramone, guitarist for Vivian Girls. Unfortunately, this photo looks about 1000x better on print than it does online.
My favorite album of 2008 was Be Your Own Pet’s Get Awkward.
I can’t argue it is the best record of the year - the album is a juvenile, high school rock record and you won’t really hear anything that approaches a melody but damn is this record fun to listen to.
What made BYOP so fun to listen to is the sense from singer Jemina Pearl that she was both apart of high school, teenage drama and completely aware of its ridiculousness. The video above is for the song “Becky”, which was the first song I heard from Get Awkward (although Universal Records removed the song from its US release along with the songs “Black Hole” and “Blow Yr Mind”) - because it was posted to Fluxblog. It is currently the most played song on my iTunes, with “The Kelly Affair” at number two and “You’re a Waste” at five.
Conversely, my favorite record of 2007 was “The Hair the TV the Baby and the Band” by Imperial Teen - which was a pop record for adults. The songs were catchy but dealt with adult issues (like being in a band although you may have outgrown your rock star ambitions and the rock and/or roll lifestyle.
Get Awkward wasn’t that at all. It was an immature record that was catchy and fun to jump around to (even if I can’t remember one instance where I did). I relived my high school days and issues through this record and made me wish I was back in high school but relieved I’m not. Whether or not Get Awkward was the best record of 2008 is a question I can’t answer but it is the one I wanted to hear for nearly every day of the year. It still is and I still haven’t grown tired of it.
Charles Mudede has a great feature in The Stranger this week (there’s a sentence I don’t write often) about Seattle hip hop. I especially like this passage about the future of Blue Scholars in the post-Bush era:
But what kind of stories will he tell in a world that is shaped by Obama? Can we expect the same kinds of experiences, voices, difficulties? “There is no doubt there is a shift away from neocons running shit,” says Geo. “Those with progressive views finally have some breathing space. But the bogeyman is no longer out there for the armchair liberal to point a finger at. There is more work to be done as a progressive. You see, Bush made it easy for us. Now we have to do more than just pointing a finger at one guy….”
“I have been hearing a lot about this,” says Sabzi, Blue Scholars’ DJ/producer, in another phone conversation (he is at home cooking with his roommates). “‘Now that Obama is the president, what are you going to rap about now?’ What the fuck are you talking about? We didn’t start a band about Bush. It’s about life, and the last time I checked, life is still happening!” Later in the conversation: “The real issue is some people have a very narrow idea of what politics is. You know what I mean? Now, I don’t want to run away from our protest songs. But, really, my identity is not based on complaining about things. That is a sad identity.”
Listening to Blue Scholars, you hear stories of people whose life was upended by people in political power, both Democrats and Republicans. In “Southside Revival” Geologic rhymes, “progress revolves around economy and I can see the consequences of capital firsthand; monorail construction pushed the tenants off the land”. Here he’s referring more to light rail than the monorail (which aside from the train that runs from Westlake Center to Seattle Center, was never built). The Sound Transit light rail project (still being built) runs through South Seattle and has stops in Rainier Valley and Beacon Hill and further south. I used to live in Rainier Valley up until about 3 weeks ago and remember when Martin Luther King Blvd. was reduced to one lane of traffic each way and often blocked entrances to many small, local businesses. The light rail project is also leading to more gentrification.
Having said that, the people displaced by light rail or had their businesses go under during construction have only Democrats to blame (all of whom I surely voted for).
Good for Geo and Blue Scholars for pointing out that the election of Obama hasn’t healed any wounds yet (he is still a month from assuming office). It’s not that he isn’t optimistic, he’ll just believe his prayers have been answered when they have been.
I had just picked up a copy of Eric Weisbard’s 33 1/3 on the Guns ‘n Roses double album Use Your Illusion and was drawn to this part of a sentence on the back: “with ‘alternative’ as dated as hair metal…”.
There was a debate on Line Out this week about whether or not The Stranger is an “alternative” newspaper because they offered a pair of tickets to see Britney Spears. Now, I’m in favor of giving away Britney tickets in general and to me in particular but this “debate” was interesting because a) I thought both the term “alternative” and rockism were dead by now and b) because something I said was republished on Slog and in the Letters to the Editor section. Am I automatically a cranky old man now that I’ve written a “letter to the editor”?
Here’s what I said:Jesus Christ. We’re rehasing the poptimist/rockist argument because The Stranger has a pair of tickets to give away!?! Plus, I thought all of this indie hostility towards Britney ended when Pitchfork approved of “Toxic”.
Now, what’s alternative and what’s not is not of concern to me. I think the term had its funeral when a former (middle-aged, white) manager told me he listens to all kinds of music: “rock, country, alternative”. I’ve never concerned myself with what is “alternative” or “underground”, only what is “good” (to me) - when I write album reviews, I only ask “why did I like/dislike this record? That’s why I call myself a “poptimist”; authenticity or being different is irrelevant to me.
Still, though, I admire the rockists because they are, at least in theory, fighting the good fight. With newspapers downsizing and laying off critics right and left, editors are not sending their reviewers to cover Deer Hunter or Fuck Buttons shows when Hillary Duff or Fergie is in town, for better or worse.
Like I said in my comment, this is a stupid argument to have over a pair of tickets to be given away (I get asked two or three times a week by publicists to give away tickets to shows). Rockists are becoming the cranky people who write letters to the editor, the Republicans of indie rock.
From Gawker:
Yes, there’s going to be a book about Facebook’s creation, adapted for film by Aaron Sorkin, bestselling author Ben Mezrich confirmed. But it won’t have lots of sex and cooked Koala, per a Gawker report.
Those were the best parts!
Mezrich wrote the book behind the blackjack movie “21.” In May we obtained and excerpted Mazrich’s Facebook book proposal, which said Mark Zuckerberg and other Facebook founders started the site to get into a secret society and get laid. In the proposal, one founder ended up sleeping with a Victoria’s Secret model; he and Zuckerberg also ate Koala on a tech executive’s yacht.
Harvard alumni magazine 02138 later reported that Mezrich’s Facebook book deal had melded with West Wing creator Aaron Sorkin’s Facebook movie deal.
Mezrich Sunday gave the Boston Herald the scoop about his Facebook writing, confirming the book and Sorkin projects, and issued a non-denial of our original report:
“What was in Gawker - that was not all truth. That’s not what the book is about.” “What is Gawker even doing writing something about me?” he says.
Mezrich’s isn’t distancing himself from our post so much as his own proposal. And no wonder: As we wrote at the time, it seemed to be riddled with errors, like saying Sun Microsystems’ CEO had a yacht, and that Facebook went from zero to ten million users in two months.
The London Guardian has an interesting story about musicians being upset at their music being used as a means of torturing “enemy combatants”. It says:
Amongst the songs most used are: Metallica’s Enter Sandman, Eminem’s White America, AC/DC’s Hells Bells and the Sesame Street theme song. One of the reasons for using loud music in this way is that it leaves no marks on the body.
Binyam Mohamed, the British resident held in Guantánamo Bay, who was tortured by having his penis slit with a razor blade while detained in a secret jail in Morocco, said that the constant loud music made him feel that he was losing his sanity. He told his lawyer and director of legal charity, Reprieve, Clive Stafford Smith, that while being hung up and deprived of sleep “there was loud music. [Eminem’s] Slim Shady and Dr Dre for 20 days … plenty lost their minds. I could hear people knocking their heads against the walls and the doors, screaming their heads off.”
Some prisoners have said it can be even worse than more traditional methods of physical torture, including waterboarding. The UN and the European court of human rights have already banned the use of loud music in interrogations.
Of course, I’m against torture 100% of the time but if Heart was unable to get John McCain and Sarah Palin to stop using their song “Barracuda” because the campaign paid a licensing fee, what chance does David Gray have to stop the government from using his music for torture? Ask them to pay a licensing fee and hope in this economy that expense is too great? Wait for Obama to take office and hope he puts an end to torture as policy?
Last week I interviewed Adam Schlesinger from Fountains of Wayne. Friends know that FOW is one of my very favorite bands but I was originally not sold on this song (“All Kinds of Time”) the first half dozen times I heard it or so but when I began to realize how much the melody impacts the song, I started to appreciate it more. Having realized that, I started to enjoy it more. It was especially gratifying to hear Schlesinger tell me:
For me, the most satisfying part of writing a song is if you have an off-beat idea and you struggle with it for a while and ultimately it comes together. There are some songs for me like “All Kinds of Time”, from Welcome Interstate Managers, that we don’t play it live much but I’m really proud of it because I think it’s a really strange idea for a song and somehow it ends up being kind of moving in the end. You never know when that’s going to happen. It’s a terrible idea on paper – it’s about a football player and there’s no particular reason why this song should have come out. It didn’t have any emotional resonance but when all the music came together, it gave the song much more weight than I expected.
That’s another thing with songwriting. I often start off with a lyrical idea first then take musical ideas with it; but it really is interesting how words and music interact. A song may look a certain way on paper but when you hear it on top of a certain melody, it has a whole new meaning than what you might expect. I think that is what happened with that song.
With General Motors, Ford and Chrysler’s prospects for surviving this bear economy looking dimmer and dimmer each day, I’ve been listening to this song, “The Big Three Killed My Baby” by The White Stripes, obsessively over the past few days.
It was on the band’s debut, self-titled 1999 album. With lyrics like “better ideas are stuck in the mud, their engines are running on (Preston) Tucker’s blood” and “don’t let them tell you the future’s electric because gasoline’s not measured in metric”, Jack White kind of foretold Detroit’s future by failing to offer much innovation (“creative minds are lazy”), corruption (“everything involved is shady”) and being in bed with the oil companies (“30,000 wheels are spinning and oil companies’ faces are grinning”).
This video I found on YouTube shows the band performing the song back in 1999, not too long after it was released for the first time.