I sometimes wonder if one's judgment of musical "gorgeous" has anything to do with one's aesthetic senses about women/men, visual art, etc. then of course I have a beer and put on some gilberto gil and suddenly my head stops hurting, because his stuff from the late 1960s/early 1970s is the fucking epitome of dark and gorgeous to me.
yeah chuck I'm writing it tonight, I never got your email!!!
― Begs2Differ (Begs2Differ), Thursday, 7 October 2004 18:25 (nineteen years ago) link
― chuck, Thursday, 7 October 2004 18:25 (nineteen years ago) link
― Begs2Differ (Begs2Differ), Thursday, 7 October 2004 18:26 (nineteen years ago) link
― Rockist_Scientist (rockist_scientist), Thursday, 7 October 2004 18:54 (nineteen years ago) link
― Ned Raggett (Ned), Thursday, 7 October 2004 19:11 (nineteen years ago) link
I once suggested that 'this year's irony is next year's sincerity'. But who wants to hang around to hear those knowing post-modern genre winks we messed with last decade turning from hick-ironic to slick-moronic? Irony is interesting while it's ambivalent, it's fuzzy, it's undecided, it's in crisis, it's vulnerable, it's conflicted. When it hardens into comedy and routine, when it becomes non-negotiable and invulnerable, it's simply unbearable, like being stuck in a room with a bunch of tall economics graduates who decided to do comedy instead.
The whole sound of this record is dismal. Those horrible stadium drums, the cheesy quiz show organ skits, the silly voices, the session musician power chords, the clever-clogs calculatedness and certainty of it all... There isn't a single quirk or mistake, no crack for light or water or soul to get in through. No strangeness, no beauty, no style, nothing but The Concept.
― Momus (Momus), Thursday, 7 October 2004 19:35 (nineteen years ago) link
― Ned Raggett (Ned), Thursday, 7 October 2004 19:49 (nineteen years ago) link
― Momus (Momus), Thursday, 7 October 2004 19:52 (nineteen years ago) link
― Julio Desouza (jdesouza), Thursday, 7 October 2004 19:56 (nineteen years ago) link
― Begs2Differ (Begs2Differ), Thursday, 7 October 2004 20:01 (nineteen years ago) link
― Begs2Differ (Begs2Differ), Thursday, 7 October 2004 20:04 (nineteen years ago) link
― Momus (Momus), Thursday, 7 October 2004 20:06 (nineteen years ago) link
"You play nice with your cousin Nick! He doesn't come over very often, and he's very sensitive!"
"Sorry, mom."
Anyway, whatevs dood.
― Begs2Differ (Begs2Differ), Thursday, 7 October 2004 20:14 (nineteen years ago) link
I guess the crux and nub of things is that my whole aesthetic is based on an aesthetics of strangeness and danger, weird beauty, error and complexity. And certain people here -- Mr Eddy, perhaps -- seem to applaud an aesthetic of certainty and confidence and correctness. I think they may be embracing that partly because they just like confidence for its own sake, but partly because they've constructed a mainstream listener -- a radio listener -- who requires a high degree of certainty, and they want to hear music that has a chance of reaching and influencing that notional listener, who isn't a sophisticate, can't tolerate much strangeness or danger, but is nevertheless able to be coaxed away from the completely banal to something slightly more nuanced. That's how I explain this atrocity of taste, to myself.
― Momus (Momus), Thursday, 7 October 2004 20:24 (nineteen years ago) link
― Momus (Momus), Thursday, 7 October 2004 20:28 (nineteen years ago) link
― scott seward (scott seward), Thursday, 7 October 2004 20:44 (nineteen years ago) link
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― cinniblount (James Blount), Thursday, 7 October 2004 20:46 (nineteen years ago) link
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― Rockist_Scientist (rockist_scientist), Thursday, 7 October 2004 20:48 (nineteen years ago) link
― cinniblount (James Blount), Thursday, 7 October 2004 20:49 (nineteen years ago) link
― Momus (Momus), Thursday, 7 October 2004 20:49 (nineteen years ago) link
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― chuck, Thursday, 7 October 2004 20:51 (nineteen years ago) link
― chuck, Thursday, 7 October 2004 20:55 (nineteen years ago) link
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― chuck, Thursday, 7 October 2004 20:56 (nineteen years ago) link
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― scott seward (scott seward), Thursday, 7 October 2004 20:59 (nineteen years ago) link
― chuck, Thursday, 7 October 2004 21:00 (nineteen years ago) link
― Momus (Momus), Thursday, 7 October 2004 21:07 (nineteen years ago) link
― cinniblount (James Blount), Thursday, 7 October 2004 21:11 (nineteen years ago) link
― cinniblount (James Blount), Thursday, 7 October 2004 21:13 (nineteen years ago) link
I didn't see that thread. Were you supporting Suicide Girls or attacking it? I don't like it. The mag they were launching bombed and they never paid anyone.
Anyway, I wanted to show that I did Big & Rich's record three years ago. The similarity of the imagery in these two songs -- their 'Rollin' and my 'Robocowboys' -- is startling. Both reference cowboys, crowds, men in black. Both collide genres. Both play on the paradox of the lonely cowboy, and counterpoise him with a crowd. Theirs, though, is conformist, merely reinforcing the stereotype of the individualist in a crowd of individualists. Mine deconstructs the stereotype and shows up the paradox. (My tune also beats theirs, although I stole it from Gary Numan.) Here are extracts from the lyrics of both songs:
Ain't gonna shut my mouth Don’t mind if I stand out in a crowd Just want to live out loud I know there's got to be A few hundred million more like me Just tryin' to keep it free
Charley Pride was the man in black Rock 'n' roll used to be about Johnny Cash Hey, what do you think about that I'm a crazy son of a bitch But I know I'm gonna make it big and rich Yeah, I'm gonna let it rip
Hey, just wanna hear everybody sing (rollin', rollin') At the top of your lungs till the windows break (rollin', rollin') Say hey, Cowboy Troy...
Big & Rich, Rollin' (2004)
There's so many insiders on the outside I think it's beginning to be the inside And fire regulations have disallowed Another lonely cowboy From joining the lonely crowd
There's so many mavericks right off the map We've redrawn the map to bring them all back There's so many renegades off the beaten track They're beating a track to my door And I'm beating them back with a board
All the men in blackWith nowhere left to goTheir darkness comes pre-packedWith a warm familiar glow
Robocowboys, you're dead ringersRobocowboys, say you're singersWith your Texas Instruments
And breaking the rules has become the new rule They're teaching it now at business school They're all wild and crazy and one of a kind Anarchists to a man Everybody does it like no-one else can
And irony's a kind of sincerity now With so many milking a once-holy cow And alienation's a kind of belonging A synth isn't cold any more There's a country new wave banging on the door...
Momus 'Robocowboys' 2001
― Momus (Momus), Thursday, 7 October 2004 21:37 (nineteen years ago) link
(and now I just hurt myself laughing at/with 'robocowboys', texas instruments, that's some balls I admit it)
― Begs2Differ (Begs2Differ), Thursday, 7 October 2004 21:42 (nineteen years ago) link
― m. (mitchlnw), Thursday, 7 October 2004 21:44 (nineteen years ago) link
― Momus (Momus), Thursday, 7 October 2004 21:46 (nineteen years ago) link
― m. (mitchlnw), Thursday, 7 October 2004 21:47 (nineteen years ago) link
― m. (mitchlnw), Thursday, 7 October 2004 21:49 (nineteen years ago) link
Ha ha. Hey Momus, are you in Liquid Tapedeck, by any chance? If not, you join them! Your posts sound *exactly* like their press releases (except not as funny, but they could probably help you with that).
And now...
Neil Young - Computer Cowboy (1982)
Well, his cattle each have numbersAnd they all eat in a lineWhen he turns the floodlights on each nightOf course the herd looks perfect!Computer cowboy.
Well, he rides the range ?til midnightAnd the wild coyotes yowlAs he trots beneath the floodlightsAnd of course the rhythm is perfect!Computer cowboy.
Ride along computer cowboyTo the city just in timeTo bring another system downAnd leave your alias behind:Computer syscrusher.
Computer syscrusher.
Crusher. syscrusher.
Syscrusher.
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― chuck, Thursday, 7 October 2004 21:51 (nineteen years ago) link
― Begs2Differ (Begs2Differ), Thursday, 7 October 2004 21:53 (nineteen years ago) link
You're going to quote 'Hi-Tech Redneck' to me next, aren't you?
― Momus (Momus), Thursday, 7 October 2004 21:54 (nineteen years ago) link
― chuck, Thursday, 7 October 2004 22:10 (nineteen years ago) link
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― cinniblount (James Blount), Thursday, 7 October 2004 22:20 (nineteen years ago) link
― Momus (Momus), Thursday, 7 October 2004 22:22 (nineteen years ago) link
― Begs2Differ (Begs2Differ), Thursday, 7 October 2004 22:33 (nineteen years ago) link
― frenchbloke (frenchbloke), Thursday, 7 October 2004 22:35 (nineteen years ago) link
― Begs2Differ (Begs2Differ), Thursday, 7 October 2004 22:46 (nineteen years ago) link