Monday, March 13, 2006

Honest question: When was the last time you really cared about a band?

Gathering dust on shelves and in i-Tunes music folders everywhere.

So, this is not meant to be one of those frustrated outbursts, it's meant to be an honest question about the state of music right now: Doesn't it seem like we (and I use that "we" precariously, to represent the more web-culture addicted among us) have gotten pretty fucking easy to manipulate? Enough bloggers post about a band and I suddenly find myself just itching to get their CD. I'm one of probably a few hundred hundred thousand blog-rolling hipsters who haven't played that copy of M.I.A.'s "Arular" purchased at a Best Buy last Summer since, like...September. My i-Tunes is a goddamned ghost shipyard. Diplo. A bunch of screwed and chopped shit. Grime. Cuizinier. I don't care about any of that bullshit. For about two days I thought it was the shit, and it was all over blogs like some leaked Elliott Smith or a Jay Dee eulogy. Now I'm sitting there with it highlighted, pondering the fatal right click. And how? Marketing, dudes. I can't name the last album I bought, took home, unwrapped, and sat listening to like it was a message from another planet, then picked up the phone and called everyone I knew to tell them. I remember sitting in a dark room full of weedsmoke (don't worry, it wasn't mine) playing that TV on the Radio album for someone, going "Do you hear this? Do you hear this?"

I just want that to happen a couple more times in my life, you know? Please tell me that it is not a being young thing. Something that good can't have an expiration date.

My head is full of dark matter tonight. I'm that fuckin' black smoke blowing up out of the ground on the LOST island. And I'm here to tell you, THE ARCTIC MONKEYS ARE THE WORST BAND ON EARTH. Don't believe the hype. It's the same people selling us this bullshit, they're just getting their interns to e-mail Bloggers instead of buying a $10,000 ad. Even Robert Trudeau's on the monkeydick. My assistant at work looked over the cubicle divider yesterday and asked me if I'd ever heard them. How does something become unavoidable? Culture is like a virus in more ways than one.

Coming to a cut out bin near you.

Coming to a cut-out bin: you. Me. All of us.

And speaking of me coming: I'll be back in this big fella. I need an outlet right now, like real bad. No, like real bad. So swing by for your dose of emotion, throw ropes in the ocean, hope the smoke is the potion and walk back across the tightrope, slowly.

4 Comments:

Blogger Sammy said...

first of all chris, you have always been one of my favorite people, and i wouldn't trade those conversation i used to have with you and dan for anything in the world. now, i buy probably more CDs than anyone you know, but i'm mostly trying to hear as much stuff as i can. i admire people that listen to the same radiohead and death cab CDs over and over, but i always need something new and something fresh. however, antony and the johnsons and early man are two bands that hit me like what you're talking about. i'd put in a new CD and then go, wait a minute, i need to hear that other song one more time. now i'm just waiting for the new Danielson, Mastodon, and Pedro the Lion so I can be a real fan again.

6:23 AM  
Blogger Billy Vidrine said...

Yeah! chrisisgone is back, muthfuckas! My day has been made.

Chris, don't sweat that shit man. I had the feeling that Artic Monkeys was going to be poop on a railroad track. Poo-poo! All aboard!

9:37 AM  
Blogger shannon said...

amen about those damn overhyped monkeys...blah. But I'm here to tell you, tapes n' tapes deserves a listen...that's been my newest band to fall in love with. The last time I found a cd that really did it for me, it was the decemberists. A guy i met at work made me a mix cd and put a couple of decemberists tracks on there. I didn't have my computer or internet at the time, and had never heard of them. I bought Picaresqe at sammy's FYE two days later and was immediately in love, the same way i was in love with ok computer in 97, and siamese dream in 93. Chutes Too Narrow by the Shins has also floated my boat very much recently, even though it's not new...
But yeah, Tapes n' Tapes, give them a listen. And Man Man, those guys are pretty interesting....

7:38 PM  
Blogger Brett Roman said...

Great rant and agreed. I find myself going back to find shit that I missed because I was born too late. I listened to the Artic Monkey shit on Rhapsody (which I highly recommend, for 9.99 a month you can listen to pretty much anything) and it just didn’t grasp me. Don’t be fooled, music industry still sucks; only difference now is that their PR people run myspace accounts.

2:04 PM  

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