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(12/13/11 4:40am)
Lately, I've had a creeping worry that the Internet will be the
death of everything beautiful, patient and human. I look around at
dead-eyed freshmen stroking their smart phones, and I can't help
but ge but get this self-righteous indignant lump in my throat.
Humanity isn't worthy of getting everything instanteously. I don't
think we can handle the responsibility.
(12/06/11 4:26am)
Last Saturday, a number of Daily Cardinal-associated folk met up
for a vaguely "Mad Men"-themed classy Christmas party. While I was
pre-gaming in my blue-suit-and-skinny-tie combo, a friend observed
that I had been acting remarkably somber in light of Russell Wilson
and Co.'s epic late-breaking beat-down of Michigan State earlier
that evening. He suggested that I needed to get out of character
and act more like my goofy, excitable self.
(11/29/11 2:37am)
As Occupy Wall Street threatens to ignite a powerful
left-leaning cultural movement in the United States, I have to
wonder if music can play or should play an important role. American
music and radical leftist politics share a long and fruitful
history. No one may be more aware of this history than the union
sympathizers so gallantly entrenched in the polite folk and gospel
traditions that claim Pete Seeger and Josh White among their
originators.
(11/22/11 2:57am)
The Protect IP Act (in the U.S. Senate) and the Stop Online
Piracy Act (in the House of Representatives) have caused incredible
uproar in the Internet geek community over the last few weeks. If
passed, the more egregious SOPA would restructure the means with
which owners of various Intellectual Property (IP) rights owners
could penalize websites that "facilitate" the illegal sharing of
music, movies and other media.
(11/15/11 2:48am)
Rihanna is the universal pop star. She lives in the upper
echelon of fame, that mostly vacated space once occupied by
untouchable stars like Elton John and Jimmy Page. The old icons
were backed by wheelbarrows of LP and concert ticket dough and were
not necessarily expected to engage with masses such as human
beings. Before the turn of the century, there were a ton of
arena-packing musicians who must have seemed like Norse gods or
aliens from the back rows.
(11/08/11 3:59am)
I've had this notion in my head for a few months that maybe
people are more important than music. It's an obvious idea, but
when discussing music I think there's this admittedly natural
tendency lionize form, texture and notes on a page. This tendency
most often manifests in serious musicians.
(11/01/11 2:07pm)
(10/17/11 6:00am)
In recent months, I've been forced to come to terms with the fact
that somewhere along the line, I became a hipster. For most,
""hipster"" remains a dirty word, an insult implying shallow
self-absorption and a snobbish enslavement to certain ephemeral
trends. I prefer to be more optimistic.
(10/10/11 6:00am)
When a friend of mine recently told me that the rap crew Odd Future
existed only to inspire more thinkpieces, he meant that they only
had a following because they are an incredibly interesting group,
not necessarily because their music has any quality. After some
thought, I have decided to accept his proposal at face value and
move on with my life. Hence, this is my second column on Odd Future
in two weeks.
(10/05/11 6:00am)
I had to write about Odd Future Wolf Gang Kill Them All at some
point. Over the last year, critics and bloggers have written
hundreds of articles, think pieces and columns about the already
infamous Los Angeles rap ""family"" led by Hodgy
Beats, Frank Ocean and Tyler the Creator. Admittedly, the glut
appeared about six months ago, when the crew finally broke into the
mainstream in a very large and boisterous way.
(09/26/11 6:00am)
When R.E.M. broke up last week, I didn't feel the
loss. When the White Stripes called it quits, sure. When Sony
announced it was firing Sam Raimi and rebooting the
Spider-Man franchise, Jesus; I didn't answer my phone for a day and
a half. Instead, I just sat alone in my apartment and drank,
cursing Topher Grace at the top of my lungs. There
really wasn't much else to do.
(09/19/11 6:00am)
Wisconsin is not a state traditionally known for producing music of
national prominence, though there have been a few notable
exceptions. Steve Miller was a hero of mid-70s rock FM radio,
Wisconsin's laid-back ambassador to a format vice-gripped by mythic
Detroit-bred elbow sleaze-grease. A decade later, the Violent
Femmes had their solid one-album run as New Weird America's
sex-starved, eager vanguard. Now, one name on the national scene
evokes Wisconsin.
(09/09/11 6:00am)
I was about 12 years old when I began my long and contentious,
co-dependent relationship with the Clash's London Calling.
Only recently have I realized that it has loomed larger in my life
than all but a few friends or family members. Over the last nine
years, I've listened to that album hundreds of times. In the last
month alone, I must have put it on a dozen times or more. Only one
of my friendships has lasted as long, and sadly, I haven't spoken
to that particular friend since January.