Archive for May, 2008

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A few pointers for you:

  • In sad news, those of us into radical organizing and pedestrian newspaper comics lost two heroes this weekend — Utah Phillips, the famed old man of IWW folk singing, passed on Friday and Thelma Keane, wife of Bill and model for the mommy in The Family Circus, shed the world on Saturday.  We’ll miss them both, though one will of course live on in the funnies.
  • Tomorrow night, Hedgeman is hosting a show and Penguins watching event at ModernFormations; the band is playing at 7:00  — they’re called One For the Team, and are on The Militia Group and feature Pittsburgh expat Bill Caperton. Game will be shown on the projection screen afterward, and hopefully no one will be taking one for the team at the hand of Oliver Kromwell or whatever that dude’s name is. I hate him on principle, though I’m sure I’d love him if he were on our team.
  • Emperor X is coming back on June 14, I’ll have a full post on that soon. Get ready! I love that dude/band.

what’s up?

I’m kind of absentee this week because I’m working on my cover story, which, with any luck, will be in the issue of June 4. Last weekend I saw some bands at the Brillobox and saw a play (Rabbit Hole), and the Pens won the conference finals, but there’s really little time to discuss any of that. Instead, feel free to enjoy Gerry Rafferty, who I found out today was in Stealer’s Wheel:

newer business

So, as promised, this weekend, took the mother to the Bayernhof Museum for Mother’s Day. Actually went Saturday, but that’s inconsequential.

What’s up with this place, you ask?

It’s perched above the Allegheny, above Sharpsburg, above Highland Park and all that, in O’Hara. It was built in the ’70s by an eccentric rich guy named Charles B. Brown III (seriously). He died in 1999 and left his collection of stuff to be turned into a museum. It’s full of:

  • Player pianos
  • Other roll-played automatic instruments like a Violano Virtuoso automatic player violin
  • Weird gambling stuff
  • A fake cave
  • A board room that was never used
  • A canning kitchen that was never used
  • An observatory that was never used
  • Etc etc.

The tour clocked in at almost two and a half hours, which is a little long, though there’s so much stuff in the house, it would be hard to tighten it up a lot more. Most of the other people on the tour were old and complainy because it was so long and they had to go up and down tight spiral staircases. But young, vital types like you and me can handle that, right?

Pretty cool joint, I would’ve taken pictures for you but as noted before, I don’t have a camera. So you’ll just have to imagine. Or go for yourself. Call ahead for reservations; they can theoretically accommodate you any day, though I bet on a weekday a smaller tour would be a little easier to take (we had 14 people and some of the rooms are pretty small, so things were tight now and then).

225 St. Charles Place, O’Hara.
412-782-4231

old business

First things first — only really a couple things of note about the SFJ lecture from like two weeks ago that I’m just writing on now:

Overall, I think if he had had something specific to start off talking about, it might’ve had more direction and been a little more focused — I think doing the whole thing as a Q&A was a bit much. Also, I think he’s more of a writer than an off-the-cuff talker, and I can’t fault him for that, as I am too.

There were a few things I wish he had taken in a different direction — for example, one audience member suggested the intellectual/emotional dichotomy with respect to listening. I think that was a good opportunity to talk about differences in motivation for producing and consuming music, and to talk about how those two aren’t always necessarily separate and also can’t be privileged over one another. But it sort of just devolved into a discussion of Battles — which didn’t completely gloss over those ideas, but I’m not sure it was teased out enough as a concept to satisfy the question.

Also — and I’ll paste something I wrote elsewhere in the internet universe here about this — another audience member suggested that critics (she cited experience in the alt-weekly scene locally) don’t like to own their opinions, and tend to try to find good things in what they write instead of being straight about music they just don’ t like.

For my two cents, I think given the amount of space we have to work with at our paper specifically, I tend to try to only choose artists/bands to write about that I think have some merit. The only place that tends not to always be true is if we have room for straight-up reviews of local bands, in which case I tend to try to offer constructive criticism. I won’t talk up a band if I don’t think they’re got something good going on, but I’ll point out what’s good and not so good about their record so that they have something to work on.

Also I tend — and this is a personal preference — to not care that much about critics’ straight-up value judgments because a critic who’s focusing on whether or not they like an album will tend not to spend enough time (in my opinion) looking at why it works or doesn’t. Which isn’t to say I don’t want a critic to ever register a value judgment, but I’d much rather read reviews that put the emphasis on description rather than evaluation, simply because other people’s personal responses on an emotional level don’t necessarily inform my response to a record (or any sort of cultural artifact) and, for my part, I don’t think there’s anything about my personal response that ought to inform someone else’s.

The one thing that really got me, though, was SFJ’s response to the question about the state of hip-hop today; he essentially said that “IF hip-hop is dead, then maybe it should just hang up its medals,” because 30 years is a great run. His analogy was that Buddy Holly died in 1959, and in the 1980’s people weren’t mourning the loss of Buddy Holly as something that left a gaping hole in the landscape of pop music.

Obviously that’s a faulty analogy, and gets to the crux of what’s wrong with his entire idea here: Buddy Holly was one artist, and hop hop is an entire genre of music. I’d say — and Sasha would likely disagree, I suppose — that hip hop shouldn’t even be considered a subgenre of rock. It’s a musical form of its own with myriad subgenres and a tendency to constantly reinvent itself, just like rock & roll. It came up from oral traditions completely outside of the realm of the American pop music that came before it. I doubt he’d say that “if rock is dead, that’s okay;” there are all kinds of ways for rock to shift forms and refresh. Same goes for hip hop.

Of course, I suspect if challenged on that statement (and I would’ve challenged it but it was toward the end of the lecture and I didn’t want to make him go over time), he’d back down and explain that he just meant hip hop as it currently exists a mainstream, popular form, or something along those lines. There are ways to water down that statement to make it slightly more applicable, but it would take a lot of work.

All that having been said, I think that for he’s a good writer and normally astute critic who tends to put his foot in his mouth, then take some time to bring it back out.

writin’

Will the busy-ness never end? Likely not. In the meantime, feast your eyeballs on this stuff I wrote in the paper this week:

Arco Flute Foundation reunion

Fucked Up 

a cute thing and then some stuff

The other day I was out in the backyard planting my chard and sweet peas and I saw a thing that made me wish very badly that I had a camera, preferably one with some serious zoom capabilities: a tiny red ant — yknow, a TINY TINY ant — carrying a dandelion seed, with the poofy part sticking straight up in the air like a sail. I would not have been surprised if he had flown away in a breeze. It was the most precious thing I’ve ever seen. I laughed out loud with delight. All alone in my backyard.

In other news, Arco Flute Foundation reunion Friday night at Gooski’s, look for my article on that. Also Brain Handle and Kim Phuc are playing with Under Pressure that night at the Rock Room. Should I do a Polish Hill show crawl? Can I pull that off? Who knows.

ALSO Mother’s Day is coming and I may be taking the mudder to the Bayernhof Museum, which is apparently totally insane. I’ll report back on that.

Speaking of report-backs, I owe you some musings on music and criticism in response to the SFJ lecture — I’ll try to get that done today.

while we’re at it: Cosmic Brownies

In line today at Rite Aid, I saw these:

COSMIC BROWNIES

Do you think they’re, yknow, THAT kind of brownie? The name and general aesthetic of the packaging point to that being the case.

Speaking of which, remember the Detroit cop who made pot brownies with confiscated weed then thought he was dead? I never actually listened to the whole tape.  I like the operator’s use of the term “browniewise,” and also the part where he asks the score of the Red Wings game.

placemarker

I have things to say in response to and/or inspired by the Sasha Frere-Jones lecture the other night but I don’t really have time to organize my thoughts, as I have work to do. Maybe over the weekend I’ll get around to it. Maybe. As if you all cared, all two of you. *eats worms*