the hardcore gangs that don't listen to NWA...
Megan Seling wrote this piece on The Stranger website about the violence spawned by the FSU gang at hardcore shows, which begs the question: did we learn nothing from "Edge of Quarrel"?
i write a lot and not everything gets published or i need an immediate outlet to get my thoughts across. so there ya go.
Megan Seling wrote this piece on The Stranger website about the violence spawned by the FSU gang at hardcore shows, which begs the question: did we learn nothing from "Edge of Quarrel"?
Mercury Radio Theater
By now the news of Against Me signing the dotted line to Sire/Warner Bros. is pretty old news. I waited a few days to write about it to see how I felt...and to be honest, I don't give a fuck. In fact, nobody should really care.
When I wrote my best of/worst of list for the passing year, it dawned on me that although there were some albums that I enjoyed, there was nothing that really popped out as being an album that would reach classic status. Then I started thinking about albums that were being heralded such as Fall Out Boy's "From Under the Cork Tree" and The Bravery's self-titled debut, which led me to think of Orange County hardcore, which led me to think about a question from an old co-worker of mine. He once asked me if I thought he listened to too much "white music." I suppose I never thought much of it because I thought he listened to a lot of pop(ular) music, which had nothing to do with race or ethnicity. But I started thinking about how he grew up and the kind of life he was living at the time and I started to understand why Dave Matthews, Ryan Adams and John Mayer appealed to him so much. In fact, to be truthful, I could always see the appeal of the modern suburban jam troubadors such as the man people refer to as "Dave." The guy's tunes can be boiled down to (mostly) two things: drugs and sex. When I thought about the kind of contempt I had for fans of Dave Matthews, I started to realize that I probably have the same dislike of fans of contemporary pop-punk/screamo/emo.
But I guess that's the suburban burden. Most of these bands such as Fall Out Boy, Bleeding Through, The Starting Line, Gatsby's American Dream hail from places where there are no problems.
Gatsby's American Dream is from Kirkland, WA, a wealthy Eastside suburb of Seattle, where there are no visible problems with the homeless, employment, or rampant violence. They sing songs about girls because that's what they know. Even their half-assed concept album, "Ribbons and Sugar," is trite because they're just repeating Orwellian ideals and not their own. They've done nothing but further the problem that there are too many suburban kids with record deals who are saying nothing and feeding into a generation of children who don't know any better.
This generation of kids are wildly obsessive with the aforementioned bands in addition to Dashboard Confessional and horrid new bands such as Valencia and Forgive Durden. These are the kind of kids who don't have real problems so they listen to music that makes them feel like shit. Do I think this is the case for every fan of Chris Carrabba and Pete Wentz? No, but I think for the majority of them, it certainly is the case.
The consensus from the fans is that these bands make music that they can relate to, and that's fine. But how many times can you listen to the same message before it goes from relation to lack of diversity. Here are lyrics from a Fall Out Boy song:
"Am I more than you bargained for yet/I've been dying to tell you anything you want to hear/Cause that's just who I am this week/Lie in the grass, next to the mausoleum/I'm just a notch in your bedpost/But you're just a line in a song."
And from Hawthorne Heights:
"And I can't make it on my own/Because my heart is in Ohio/So cut my wrists and black my eyes/So I can fall asleep tonight, or die/Because you kill me/You know you do, you kill me well/You like it too, and I can tell/You never stop until my final breath is gone."
Both convey similar images of death while comparing and contrasting it to love and lonliness. I think there are grade school children who can come up with better literary allusions.
Some may argue that I place older bands such as Lifetime, Weezer, and the Promise Ring on this pedistal of legend, yet I often criticize bands who are derivative of their style of music. We live in a time where kids are obsessed with how the wealthy live, even if they are well off themselves. Kids in suburbia have nothing to talk about other than what happened on "Laguna Beach," "The O.C." and "The Real World." These shows weren't around, or were played on a much smaller scale in the pop culture spectrum, when early Jade Tree bands were gaining traction. And given that these were also the mid-90's, this kind of music seemed fresh. These bands are a reflection of America's teenage obsession with suburban reality. Shows such as "Laguna Beach" do so well because kids want to emulate this wasteful and ridiculous lifestyle. The new pop-punk shows that as well. Nobody is trying to write anything new and everybody wants to be like each other.
When one producer does well for a band such as Neal Avron, Howard Benson, or Ed Rose, then you have 50 more bands reaching those same producers trying to make their version of "Sticks and Stone" or "Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge." There hasn't been a band in that genre to redefine it in almost three or four years (or maybe more depending on who you ask). Now it seems as though everybody and their grandmothers have screaming choruses and keyboard players.
Another part of the suburban burden is sporting gear from your favorite band. These kids have taken something like a band t-shirt, which used to symbolize that you've helped a small rock band make it to the next town, to becoming this beast of fashion and trend. Everybody is about selling merch. Websites such as Absolutepunk.net deliberately post messages such like "Say Anything has new merch!" as if it were real news. But it's not to the general public, only to suburbanites who have no problem dropping $35 for a hoodie. These days it's about being a walking billboard for a band whose probably gotten so much money in sponsorships from clothing companies such as Atticus or Heartcore (ugh), that all kids are doing is supplying them with coke and whore money. And don't even get me started on the trenches the mall punks call Hot Topic.
Jesse Lacey and Andy Greenwald were right to liken screamo/emo to hair metal. There's an abundance of these shitty little bands everywhere, all vying for a record deal from a two-bit label. Now all we need is a Nirvana to save the day. Or even a Dave Matthews.
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[This interview is from the Fall 2003 issue of Halftime. Heather Sorrentino assissted in the writing of questions and I transcribed the whole thing, which took a very, very long time. Given that it's an older interview, you'll notice the mention of Michael Schorr and not Jason McGerr.]
i've been writing an essay for the coolness, but i keep rewriting it, so don't expect to read it until the new year.
ready for some cheap guffaws?
tidbits, etc:
David Bazan is one of my favorite songwriters in the last 10 years. His work in Pedro the Lion is often overshadowed by other Seattle contemporaries such as Death Cab For Cutie, The Long Winters, The Divorce, Rocky Votolato, etc. If you ask anybody who is a marginal Pedro fan what their favorite song is, the typical answer is "Big Trucks" from 1998's "It's Hard To Find A Friend."
As every year passes, I have a minor breakdown where I seriously can't believe that the record industry released some of the most awful things. It should be considered genocide because they're allowing the public's taste to be slaughtered by really horrible music. Any angry emotion I have is usually stored up for this part of the year. It's been that way since I was 9. Well, without further adieu....
Collin Horn, who used to play drums in Breathless Mahoney, and his band Sinking Ships were recently signed to Revelation. Finally, Revelation has two good bands on their roster (Since By Man is the other one). Now they can start putting out rockin' releases again.
I'm a bit late on this because it's been (as the kids say) mad hella busy. Nevertheless, I've pulled away for a spell to talk smack about the Grammy nominations this year.
I've been busy finishing up my contributions for the upcoming issue of Redefine, so funny reviews and my nudges to pop culture have been set aside. I found an old site that compiled interviews that I was going to put into a book when Season of Death/Breathless Mahoney went on tour; the idea for the book died, butI wanted to put some of the interviews up on Chasing Coolness. All of the interviews are culled from Halftime, a zine that I started with numerous friends. I stopped doing it to focus on school and the band.
Another example of why there is a God:
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Seriously, more people should listen to JR Ewing. If those dudes in the Mars Volta were able to catch on, why aren't you? Huh?