The five stages of fads: learning from music history

While reading Listen to This -- a great collection of essays about music by New Yorker writer Alex Ross -- one passage in particular struck me as prescient and vibrant. It stayed on my mind.

Ross breaks down popular adoption of musical genres into five clear stages: youth rebellion, bourgeois pomp, modern rebellion, avant-garde, and finally, retrenchment. It explains music perfectly, but I think it can be applied across the board. What about action movies, video games, or political views? 

 

I love interesting categorizations, so I thought I'd share this. I'll let Ross take it from here:

All music becomes classical music in the end. Reading the histories of other genres, I often get a funny sense of déjà vu. The story of jazz, for example, seems to recapitulate classical history at high speed. First, the youth-rebellion period:Satchmo and the Duke and Bix and Jelly Roll teach a generation to lose itself in the music. Secord, the era of bourgeois pomp: the high-class swing band parallels the Romantic orchestra. Stage 3: artists rebel against the bourgeois image, echoing the classical modernist revolution, sometimes by direct citation (Charlie Parker works the opening notes of The Rite of Spring into "Salt Peanuts"). Stage 4: free jazz marks the point at which the vanguard loses touch with the masses and becomes a self-contained avant-garde. Stage 5: a period of retrenchment. Wynton Marsalis's attempt to launch a traditionalist jazz revival parallels the neo-Romantic music of many late-twentieth-century composers. But this effor comes too late to restore the art to the popular mainstream.

The same progression worms its way through rock and roll. What were my hyper-educated punk-rock friends but Stage 3 high moderninists, rebelling against the bloarted Romanticism of Stage 2 stadium rock? In the first years of the new century there was a lot of Stage 5 neoclassicism going on in what remaind of rock. The Strokes, the Hives, the Vines, the Stills, the Thrills, the White Stripes, and various other bands harked back to the some lost pure moment of the sixties or seventies. Many used old instruments, old amplifiers, old soundboards. One rocker was quoted as saying, "I intentionally won't use something I haven't heard before." A White Stripes record carried this Luddite notice: "No computers were used during the recording, mixing, or mastering of this record."

Neon Indian @ Brooklyn Bowl

As I mentioned in the last post, I saw Neon Indian a few weeks ago. I had seen them over the summer at Bonnaroo, and they were great both times. Their live show has a much more intense vibe than their chill, relaxed album. I'm sure that Brooklyn Bowl being an amazing venue also played a role.

Because I was really close, here's a cool video. As you can see, they're very psychedelic. The guitarist had an actual LCD screen on his stratocaster:

As a bonus, here's an awesome BRAHMS remix of my favorite Neon Indian song, "Psychic Chasms." Listen:

Three young excellent bands I lucked into seeing

A couple weeks ago, I went to a Todd P.-organized concert deep in Brooklyn. It ended up being shut down by the cops, which was a surreal experience in itself, but I had a chance to get introduced to the Smith Westerns. They're from Chicago, really young, and have a knack for catchy melodies.

 

I saw The Drums and Surfer Blood at Webster Hall during the CMJ Music Festival, and their opener happened to be some guys from Arizona/California called The Young Friends. I didn't make much of them at the time--they probably aren't much older than me. But I got their album (you can stream it here) and it's great. I actually ran into them outside this Trouble & Bass showcase I went to! That was pretty absurd.

 

Lastly, the openers for Neon Indian at Brooklyn Bowl were these guys called Prince Rama. Apparently they grew up in a Hare Krishna tribe and now make drone electro worship music? Very trippy but interesting. Some of these prayers and melodies I actually remember my grandmother singing to me when I was a child, which makes it doubly weird for me.

Tame Impala @ Bowery Ballroom

These guys from Perth are the coolest psychedelic vintage band imaginable. They played an amazing show last night. Kevin Parker multi-tracked his vocals, got the coolest delay/reverb sounds out of his guitar, and jammed on "Half Full Glass of Wine" to finish it off. And the crazy spinning green light was hooked up to his amp, resulting in some weird sound-wave visuals. Awesome videos:

Imagepalooza

Lollapalooza 2010 was fantastic. Highlights: Dirty Projectors singing "When the World Comes to an End" in their encore, Erykah Badu's ridiculously good funk/soul band, and The Strokes' first U.S. performance in five years (I've wanted to see them live since Room on Fire came out in 2003).

I'm not going to write something up because I'd either belabor it to a pulp or go for a clean, dumb synthesis. So I'll just post a few phone images I liked. Bonus list/video after the pictures!

Lots of bonuses ahead. Click on my friend:

Here are sweet clips of The Strokes and Dirty Projectors doing their thing:

And just for kicks, here's my current reading/movie list. Thanks to Half-Price Books for being the best store ever.

  • Franny and Zooey by J.D. Salinger -- makes me love the Royal Tenenbaums even more
  • Y Tu Mama Tambien -- sex-crazed mexicans + Kerouac-style road trip
  • Synecdoche, New York -- so intricate it's confused. Also heartbreaking. Watched because Charlie Kaufman wrote Eternal Sunshine.
  • Jackie Brown -- Quentin's overlooked gem. Best music of all his films.
  • Everything is Illuminated by Jonathan Safran Foer -- completely destroyed me emotionally on the plane ride. But also very funny.
  • The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao by Junot Diaz -- also hilarious and very sad. Both Foer and Diaz will be at NYU next year so hopefully I'll meet them!

    Now here's a funky introduction of how nice I am

    Tell your mother, tell your father, send a telegram.

    I'm a hip-hop amateur (or novice or rookie) -- when kids were blasting "Jesus Walks" I was listening to The Strokes and stuff. But lately (partly provoked by seeing Nas & Jay Z at Bonnaroo), I've been flipping through the hallowed halls of rap: Reasonable Doubt, Illmatic, etc.

    So far my favorite is Tribe. The upright-bass lines and the jazz horns were initially what set them apart, but Q-Tip and Phife also just have really soothing voices. Rhymes just roll off their tongues through Midnight Marauders. The repeating three-bar phrase in "Electric Relaxation" is nontraditional and trance-like. They make it seem really easy, which I like a lot more than the boasting-rap of Kanye, Weezy et al.  

    Here's "Steve Biko (Stir It Up)" & "Luck of Lucien":

    Capital C for Capitol Hill

    Recounting my weekend at the block party in short:

    • Friday was sold out, so I was there early but gave up all hope of seeing Yeasayer and went home. But later... a friend gave us a used ticket and we snuck in right as MGMT was going on - who would expect the traditional ticket swap to work so well? Alternative newspapers should rethink organizing music festivals. After seeing them I played around in Cal Anderson.
    • There were no tickets to be had for Saturday either... so we stood at Shell and listened to a bit of Atmosphere. Then a savior came along and we followed him by running up a strange staircase in a Matrix-y office building, leaped up to a small roof, and climbed a few fire escape ladders on the sides of buildings to get up to an ridiculously awesome surface. One of the scariest things ever. Luckily getting down was easier. Played around in Cal Anderson again and made an enormous circle.
    • Day three: I had tickets! Or at least a legitimate way to get in by volunteering for the Washington Bus and registering young people to vote. I did that for a few hours and then met friends and watched Real Estate & Blue Scholars. Was going to go on stage right before Dead Weather to throw out t-shirts and was stopped by no other than Jack White & his people. Still love him. Tough love. 

    So I went all three days and never bought a ticket! That was nice. It made for a very interesting weekend, and the volunteering was sweet; I might try to be a fellow with them next summer. Thanks to Stephen B for that one.

    From Arular to Z

    M.I.A. Meds and Feds

    M.I.A's latest album /\/\/\Y/\ has found me revisiting all her old stuff I loved. She's the best. I've seen all the criticism from the New York Times and others attacking the validity of her freedom fighter-supporting propositions, but her music still has immense value to me: I'm not about to go protest with the Tamil Tigers but her outward representation of the strange cultural ties that still hang to a very westernized child of immigrants resonate. I'm Indian and American, and sometimes it causes friction! That's what she's about! 

    This track is sweet, it's Maya collaborating with the guy from Sleigh Bells - who also happen to be on her N.E.E.T. record label. You can tell by the guitars and loud drum machines that sound as if they're about to break your speakers no matter what volume it's at. Listen to it: