The short version
When writing about popular culture, do not be Andrew Breitbart.
New column for the Guardian in which I talk about different types of pop revivalism.
“Back in the 1990s, wags like me would occasionally quip that the decade couldn’t be revived; it was already such a hotchpotch of half-borrowed styles that any music drawing on it would be a Xerox of a Xerox. I was being silly.”
That made me laugh.
“…From one angle much British music of the 70s – from Roxy Music to Showaddywaddy to the Sex Pistols – seems like an attempt to work out what to do with 50s rock’n’roll. It was a music waking up to the fact that it had a history, reacting with fascination and repulsion, and transforming itself in the process.
That’s the good side of revivalism. The element I’m less keen on – though it’s inseparable – is the aspirational return, where musicians and fans see pop’s history as a rebuke to its inferior present.”
Appropriate enough for this.
I am reminded of my reaction to Lard’s “‘70s Rock Must Die,” the appeal of which started out as “yeah, fuck this nostalgia shit” (I had a brief phase where I rejected classic/hard rock, which anybody who knows me may find bizarre) and eventually mutated into “hey, this fake ’70s riff is actually pretty catchy, or at least better than everything else Lard ever put out.” From such things an unironic appreciation of Foghat’s “Slow Ride” is forged.
Q: You’ve said that your band’s new album, ”Elephant,” is about the ”death of the sweetheart.” What does that mean?
JACK WHITE: The sweetheart, the gentleman — it’s the same thing. These ideas seem to be in decline, and I hate it. You look at your average teenager with the body piercings and the tattoos. You have white kids going around talking in ghetto accents because they think that makes them hard. It’s so cool to be hard. We’re against that.
MEG WHITE: The message everywhere is it’s O.K. not to care about anything. Everything can be judged, everything can be trashed.
So are you proposing that people embrace the values of a previous era?
JACK: No, I don’t want to be considered old-fashioned or a Luddite or conservative. But it’s sad to see young kids today — they’re sitting around listening to hip-hop or new metal, with a Sony PlayStation, a bong of marijuana. This is their life. It’s a whole culture. And the parenting is so relaxed about that.
In other words, kids need discipline. That sounds counter to the rock ‘n’ roll ideal.
"The Memphis Commercial Appeal is reporting that Alex Chilton has passed away.
Well yeah, Kloserman himself doesn’t even live by these dictates anymore, given his increasingly bitter attitude toward the Internet. The main problem with his argument is the idea that “culture is just there.” It’s not! It’s something we shape and create, and that’s what I think we’re really arguing over. And I think that’s a legitimate thing to argue over, or even a rational one. Your preferred brand of culture being triumphant doesn’t merely mean that you “won,” it also means that more culture like yours will be produced, and the cultural values embedded therein will gain more approval and have more say in the wider culture. It’s especially weird to expect that critics shouldn’t take the direction of culture seriously. Who becomes a critic without thinking that significant numbers of people are wrong? Who would become a critic if no one became irrationally offended about the popularity of Nickelback?
The real problem here, I think, it a misunderstanding of politics. In the article, Klosterman uses as his primary example Gina Arnold’s claim about “how allegedly awesome it was that ‘Smells Like Teen Spirit’ was on the radio, and how this was almost akin to America electing a new president.” Klosterman thinks this is stupid, and that we shouldn’t think about culture like we think about politics. But maybe we should. And to do that, we’d need to think about politics in a different way, too. We would have to be aware that people who don’t agree with us exist, but also that they are just another group like ours, and that there are many groups, and sometimes they happen to all come together around a shared issue/song, but that doesn’t mean they agree on everything. (“Smells Like Teen Spirit” got “elected” because it appealed to more than punk fans, reaching out to metal and hard rock fans too, which allowed its values to be spread to, say, me, by alerting me to the associated discussion around Nirvana and causing me to listen to the Pixies.) Tolerance in politics requires taking it precisely as seriously as it deserves: being aware that issues are important, but that they are never black and white, and that there are many competing perspectives. For the average person, politics is nowhere near as serious as we tend to think it is, and our influence on it is about as important as it is in culture.
But for people like Chuck Klosterman—and at least some of the people reading this right now, I’d wager—we are the pundits of culture, or at least of music. We are actually precisely the ones that need to not take Klosterman’s advice. Because our opinion does matter and can have an effect on the shape of culture in some small way, even if we generally can’t see that. Klosterman’s value-neutral approach to culture is only possible because he is, you know, a straight white dude. Those are the “neutral” values of culture. And if we want to change that, those people with louder voices need to not simply accept culture as it is.
"(via barthel)
Well, it’s always good (if sometimes confusing) to have a case against that I can see as tenable as the case for, though maybe my specific problem is the noise-to-signal ratio that starts getting out of whack when the attempted culture-shaping really gets rolling, i.e. what we get instead of “being aware that issues are important, but that they are never black and white, and that there are many competing perspectives”. To continue the political metaphor, it seems to me that too many music writers, possibly for brevity’s and/or attention’s sake, are pulling the equivalent of carrying signs reading “NO TO OBAMAHITLER SOCIALEST MEDACARE”. I’m talking about when things get to the point where all one has to even do to dismiss a person or a movement is to point out their interests on some “‘nuff said” business: stripping away all the background and nuance and problems and benefits of a cultural phenomenon and reducing the name of the thing itself (“indie”; “geek”; “wigger”) into a monolithic signifier that people can sweepingly dismiss without even bringing empathy into account. It’s not even like politics, where the stakes involve the well-being of an entire population and whether people get severely screwed over or not, and where it’s pretty clear that the dude grousing about “government takeovers” is a clear antecedent of the same people who threw rocks at equal-housing marchers 44 years ago. We’re literally talking about entertainment, as though a person’s MP3 or DVD or comics collection is a better judge of their identity and philosophy than the things they actually do in the outside world (or inside a voting booth).
And aside from a few fortunate corners, I don’t necessarily see people making a habit of deeply examining the root causes of their dislikes, maybe because they don’t have time or space or inclination, which means that we just get useless objections that shoot more for zing status than any actual engagement. It’s glib shorthand without any real depth, and when that starts dominating the discourse it only amplifies this feeling of embattled cultural alienation on both sides of the line that makes enjoying pop culture this weird exercise in constant defensiveness and aggression. Frankly, I don’t give a shit if you want your culture to win and someone else’s culture to lose unless you can give some real human insight into what the actual stakes are besides the joy of seeing a strawman’s button eyes getting pecked out.
Eugene is lucky! I’m disappointed that I’m missing Sad Girl, but hopefully I can catch them at the Pitchfork Festival in July.
I know! I can’t wait to see Middle-Aged Indie Band Reunites to Replenish Their Kids’ College Funds, Unnecessary Plaid, and Token Rapper!
Don’t forget the comedy tent, featuring Angry Scatological Bro, White Person With “Edgy” Racial Material, and Oh God No, They Have Acoustic Guitars.
(EDIT: obviously I’m thinking of a theoretical SXSW tent; the only comedy at Pfork Fest will be Beardo in Kangol Wandering Around in the VIP Trying to Convince You that Dam-Funk is the Best Artist on the Bill)
Culture can’t be wrong. That doesn’t mean it’s always ‘right,’ nor does it mean you always have to agree with it. But culture is never wrong. People can be wrong. Movements can be wrong. But culture—as a whole—cannot be wrong. Culture is just there. …
If you feel betrayed by culture, it’s not because you’re right and the universe is wrong; it’s only because you’re not like most other people. But this should make you happy, because—in all likelihood—you hate those other people anyway. …
Now, it’s quite possible you disagree with me on this issue. And if you do, I know what your argument is: You’re thinking, But I’m idealistic. This is what people who want to inflict their values on other people always think; they think that there is some kind of romantic, respectable aura that insulates the inflexible, and that their disappointment with culture proves that they’re trapped by their own intellect and good taste. Somehow they think their sense of betrayal gives them integrity. It does not. If you really have integrity—if you truly live by your ideals, and those ideals dictate how you engage with the world at large—you will never feel betrayed by culture. You will simply enjoy culture more. You won’t necessarily start watching syndicated episodes of Everybody Loves Raymond, but you will find it interesting that certain people do. You won’t suddenly agree that Amelie was a more emotive movie than Friday Night Lights, but you won’t feel alienated and offended if every film critic you read tells you that it is. You will care, but you won’t care.
"Chuck Klosterman (via) (via thedependentclause)
I gotta say, I’ve got extremely mixed feelings about Klosterman, but this is a pretty astounding piece of writing about oppositional stances to (or in) pop culture. It’s also five years old and neither I nor most of the people I know, personally or casually, have apparently paid attention to its message at all. Not like it’s an easy credo to live by, but if I spent more time with things I sincerely enjoyed — of which there is zero shortage whatsoever — than I do worrying about the fact that people I’ve never met enjoy things I don’t, I probably wouldn’t be pissed off all the time.
(This is why sports are crucial: there’s no subjectivity in your rooting interests, and they can act as an essential release valve for “I hate that person for being a fan of the other side” sentiments that would otherwise be spent on perfectly good people who incidentally happen to like music/movies/comics you don’t.)
Iggy Pop, in his Rock’n’Roll Hall of Fame acceptance speech. (via Rock and Roll Hall of Fame Inducts New Members - NYTimes.com)
Oh, Jim. Some days, in the current music climate, I’m not so sure about that.
xoxo, michaela
(via chainofknives)
Nobody likes hippies anymore. Nobody. I’m pretty sure “hippie” has long since become a synonym for “pussy” (thanks to South Park, punk rock and conserva-libertarian chic). And while I’d rather listen to Fun House a hundred times than Crosby, Stills & Nash once, I find something kind of weird and unfortunate about this that I can’t entirely put my finger on. Does aggro/”badass” tough-guy attitude have too much of a stranglehold on our idea of untouchable coolness?
Nice write-up of the insipid 1987 single “Star Trekkin’” from Mr. Blue Lines Revisited, but I’m particularly attracted by the extra-nice lede.
(via screwrocknroll)
The last sentence ain’t too shabby, either.
Pitchfork Reviews Reviews: pitchfork reviews reviews rationale
(via joecoscarelli)
Dear Pitchfork Reviews Reviews,
I know I cannot sway you from your course but can I just ask that you please be better at this than Ripfork? Please?
(via tomewing)
Parentheses inside parentheses inside parentheses! It’s like taking punctuation and sticking it between two mirrors. Bonus points for attempting to bleed aggravated comedy out of all-caps and endless run-on sentences.