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The Yeah Yeah Yeahs, "Our Time" They believe that if they sing with goofy voices, they do not succumb to the false conciousness of rock. They are wrong. The line about how "It's the year to be hated" is generally seen as a prophylactic nyeah nyeah nyeah to the "scene." It reads more convincingly as a statement of prom queen ascendency: her proto-frat-brute bfriend even chimes in with her wobby "It's our time" with a grunted "OUR TIME." Ironic? Bushwah. They LOVE being hated. And that shit is wrong, too. Charalambides, live performance at Terrastock 5 I can remember close to nothing of the music itself, but I do remember how it felt: the sense of unease at an ambiguous dream. Behind them, video screens played computer-generated snow, pixellated news brodcasts of the war on the other side of the world. Jarmo Niinisalo, The Aphex Face Freaky. "H. C. E. (Here Comes Everybody): "...Now this whole business of accessibility is a lot of baloney, because what's going to happen with John [Cage] is going to happen with every other great composer. I mean what do they play of Stravinsky's repertoire? What do they even play of Schoenberg's? Five pieces for orchestra. I mean, they're short enough, they're attractive enough, like five little photographs of particular scenes. One would be the Black Forest, another the Alps, etc. But no music has gotten into the repertoire. Beethoven is not even in the repertoire. For example, how many symphonies do they play? The third, the fifth, and for the pension fund they play the ninth. I heard Beethoven's Fourth Symphony the other night. That piece should be played at least once every three years or so. What I'm really trying to say is that nobody is in the repertoire. Nobody has made it." Project: using parallel logic, prove that nobody is the rock repertoire/canon. Utada Hikaru, "Tokyo Nights" A Christina Aguilera that doesn't need the Strokes, maybe. Forget the opening quasi-baroque faux-harpsichord stuff in the beginning and play the last minute or so, over and over again, meaningless bliss and agony over house that thumps and thumps. Fischerspooner, "Emerge" Nobody in the eighties made any music remotely like this. Trust me on this one -- I was there, I know. Schaeben & Voss, "The World Is Crazy 2" Set your body free; set your body free. |
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