Friday, January 30, 2009

Express Yourself...




Recently, I have been preoccupied with my latest obsession, which was compiling the "definitive" (or most representative) songs from my 90s days as a DJ and Video Jock. Songs I have barely thought about for ten years... It pretty much forced my hand to musically reevaluate a pretty hefty span of time.
Now, I had always pretty much viewed the 90s as a pretty vapid music era (or at least a stretch of time marked most notably by the distinctive LACK of anything overly interesting). I wasn't particularly grabbed by the grunge thing that launched the decade, and the boy band/ teen pop thing that closed out the century was pretty disheartening... I grew up in the 80s, which (to me, at least) was a pretty great time. We had "New Wave" and "Power Pop", which were basically radio-ready extensions of the Punk movement that jolted radio back to what "rock" music was supposed to be about in the first place. On the flipside, we also had silly pop groups like Culture Club and Duran Duran, that actually made great records. Artistic pretense was kicked down a few notches in favor of energy and attitude, and the rebellion was pretty exhilerating. Groups like The Pretenders helped make music become exciting again. Despite the trendy disco backlash that closed out the 70s and ushered in the 80s, there was (and is) always a place for dance music. There was some truly great disco music, and was basically my Motown, having been born when i was. So, as an 80s teenager, we listened to what was current at the time, but could also reach not too far back for any punk or disco/ dance music we liked. Radio stations on weekends had "oldies nights" that played stuff from the 50s and 60s, too, so we pretty much had the entire rock era to draw from. The surprisingly crazy popularity of the Doors Greatest Hits record in 1981, coming on the heels of John Lennon's murder, also served to indoctrinate many of us into what bis (now) considered classic rock. MTV, then an incredible cultural barometer, ran the gamut and broadcast everything from new pop music, to artsy stuff like Laurie Anderson, and also gave airtime to what was seemingly the antithesis of what was happening, music-wise, with Rush and Yes grabbing some airtime.
The 80s evolved into the development of (who would become) pop music icons, like Michael Jackson, Madonna, and Prince. Even Bruce Springsteen evolved from a 70s phenom to a definitive 80s figure. The writing may have been on the wall, as spectacle began to overshadow (or at least compete with) substance. The amazing trajectory of pop music (and pop stars) could only pave the way for how corporate popular music has become in the post-Y2K era. While the careers of such performers as the aforementioned Madonna and Michael Jackson careened to heights that no one would have forseen, it is important to recognize the input they (and their peers) had in creating what they would become. )Madonna may have "EXPRESSED HERSELF", but she wrote the song and co-produced it...)
Today, it seems, that focus groups and businessmen are the ones doing the creating. While there was/is always room for the prefabricated pop star (the Monkees, anyone?), it is clear that the music industry veered way off course with just a few glances at the Billboard Charts over the past ten years. Personalities (often carefully created) supercede the music, and gossip rags are the ones that now pretty much take responsibility for creating "hits" and "stars", and spawning the celebs who are famous-for-being-famous.
I think its sad, in that I dont see anything INSPIRING in this. Hannah Montana, for example, is a MARKETING Phenomenon. The music is the messenger, and not the message. This is something that kids should be rebelling AGAINST, and not emulating... On the flip-side, I love it when a pop star like Kylie Minogue is "in on the joke", and embraces shamelessly the trappings of disposable pop. She's ironic, and yet she is completely literal at he same time. Perhaps that wisdom comes with age, as she has been in the biz for 20+ years. Thats her angle, though, and it is uniquely hers. Points for Kylie!
My friends and I formed a band in high school because it was fun, and because we admired bands that made us want to do what they did. I cant see anything inspiring about a Britney or an Ashlee. As a disclaimer, though, I am not completely blind. I do realize there is plenty of great music out there, and still being created. You just have to hunt for it a bit more.
I did need a bit of a rant, though, so there it was.
Which brings me back to my 90s DJ music project. I rustled up nearly 500 dance/pop songs that I loved, to varying degrees. Most of these are one-hit wonders (and most weren't, truthfully, even "hits). All take me back to a pretty significant time in my life. With most of these songs, the artist was pretty much incidental. They were the creations of producers and DJs. Much of this music, I freely admit, could be described as pretty expendable... These were, though, a part of a musical "subculture", if you will, and that is "Dance Music" (which, by definition- practically- is the art of the DJ as opposed to singer/performer). The concept of DJ as Artist was perhaps the most significant thing to happen (musically) in the 90s, building upon what preceeded it in the late-80s. It was also the most rebellious thing to the music biz since Punk, and spawned a whole underground of DJ Culture...
There was still some art to be had, and it was, at one time, relatively easy to find.

So, to wrap up this surprisingly lengthy diatribe on "Why Music Was Better When I Was Growing Up", let me just conclude that IT JUST WAS.
Woo-Hooo!!!

Thursday, January 22, 2009

And the Nominees Are...


BEST PICTURE
The Curious Case of Benjamin Button
Frost/Nixon
Milk
The Reader
Slumdog Millionaire


BEST ACTOR
Richard Jenkins - The Visitor
Frank Langella - Frost/Nixon
Sean Penn - Milk
Brad Pitt - The Curious Case of Benjamin Button
Mickey Rourke - The Wrestler

BEST ACTRESS
Anne Hathaway - Rachel Getting Married
Angelina Jolie - Changeling
Melissa Leo - Frozen River
Meryl Streep - Doubt
Kate Winslet - The Reader

SUPPORTING ACTOR
Josh Brolin - Milk
Robert Downey Jr. - Tropic Thunder
Philip Seymour Hoffman - Doubt
Heath Ledger - The Dark Knight
Michael Shannon - Revolutionary Road

SUPPORTING ACTRESS
Amy Adams - Doubt
Penelope Cruz - Vicky Cristina Barcelona
Viola Davis - Doubt
Taraji P. Henson - The Curious Case of Benjamin Button
Marisa Tomei - The Wrestler

DIRECTOR
David Fincher
Ron Howard
Gus Van Sant
Stephen Daldry
Danny Boyle

ORIGINAL SCREENPLAY
Courtney Hunt - Frozen River
Mike Leigh - Happy-Go-Lucky
Martin - In Bruges
Dustin Lance Black - Milk
Andrew Stanton - WALL-E

ADAPTED SCREENPLAY
Eric Roth and Robin Swicord - Benjamin Button
John Patrick Shanley - Doubt
Peter Morgan - Frost/Nixon
David Hare - The Reader
Simon Beaufoy - Slumdog Millionaire

FOREIGN LANGUAGE
Der Baader Meinhof Komplex
The Class
Departures
Revanche
Waltz with Bashir


ANIMATED
Bolt
Kung Fun Panda
WALL-E

Monday, January 19, 2009

Born To Run, and WORKING ON A DREAM...



Piggybacking handily on his headlining performance at the Obama Inaugural Celebration in DC this week, Bruce Springsteen is ready to take the wraps off his latest CD WORKING ON A DREAM, that hits stores and iTunes next Tuesday. The rapidly-released follow-up to last year's particularly excellent MAGIC, Springsteen's newest DREAM hopes to build upon the artistic and commercial success that greeted his 2007 release. A bit more introspective, perhaps, and certainly not as chock-full of E Street Band stompers, WORKING ON A DREAM sees him content to keep on working, rather than resting on his laurels and basking in much of the glory that greeted MAGIC and its return to the BIG music that defined both Born in the USA and The River. Bruce and his bandmates have seldom sounded tighter than they do on these thirteen tracks, and a few tracks seem destined to become fan favorites. There may not be a "Radio Nowhere" on this latest project, but fans can rejoice that this is not a retreat to the more introspective period of DEVILS AND DUST or the GHOST OF TOM JOAD.
The CD is officially released January 27, and NPR will be streaming it pre-release. A deluxe edition includes a bonus DVD of Bruce and the E Streeters in the studio. Insuring that his presence will continue to be felt for this latest generation (and those that will follow), Springsteen contributed both his classic 1975 anthem "Born to Run", along with his newest WORKING ON A DREAM single "My Lucky Day" to the GUITAR HERO WORLD TOUR video game sensation. The two tracks that signal his video game debut will be available next week as well, and insure a new audience for Springsteen and his music who might not otherwise get a chance to hear him. A canny move...

Sunday, January 18, 2009

Don't Go Breakin' My Heart...


Opening weekend (intentional), and second row (due to cutting it too close, time-wise), my buddies and I (yes, I had to do some leaning) found ourselves part of the throng attending a screening of MY BLOODY VALENTINE in 3D. Happily surrendering to the goofiness inherent when movies are watched while sporting plastic and cardboard glasses, the four of us 40-somethings (somehow a minority at this show!) surrendered to this flashback of early-80s splatter cinema souped up with state-of-the-art 3D cinematography. As a lifelong horror fan I was psyched to see this, just as a Streep fan I was excited to see DOUBT. They wont be competing this awards season, it's true, but both come strongly recommended. As long as you know what you are getting into. I mean, it IS "My Bloody Valentine in 3-D". So no surprises?
I will start off by just saying WOW! The 3D effects are pretty jaw-dropping (LITERALLY, but that comes later in one particularly gruesome character bump-off). The opening credits come as a classy montage that show off not only some of the artistry of the filmmakers, but just how good this cinematic gimmick has become. The story is set up quickly and efficiently, with the horror standard of "Tragedy Plus Time Plus Revenge Equals Terror" not breaking any new ground. The iconic gas-masked miner-as murderer, often lit ominously from behind, gives both Jason and Freddy serious runs for their money, as the residents of this small mining town are systematically and gruesomely dispatched.
Make no mistake, this is not great cinema. However, it is a great entry in the horror genre that has lately only been notable for lackluster remakes of old B-Horror flicks that have somehow achieved "classic" status. An unconvincing love triangle fails, although DOES manage to succeed in throwing a wrench in the often easily-predicted actual identity of the killer. There is gore and gratuitous nudity to spare, so die-hard 1980s horror fans will have plenty to love. Ultimately, a film that seemed destined to impress no one succeeds spectacularly. Expect nothing, and you will have a much better time than you could possibly expect...

Tuesday, January 13, 2009

Fred Reveals All (and forgets its going to press...)



Just got into work, and was greeted by the new issue of the Beacon Hill Times-- Very nice feature story written about me; sort of a "Where Is He Now?" story covering the year-plus since I closed up shop. Lots of good info imparted here, and a nice plug for this blog.
Tucked into the middle of the article is the paragraph that the headline of this blog entry references:

"He turned 40, got a tattoo, tried dying his hair black again, took up listening to country music, started writing a novel- a psychological thriller- and eventually began selling real estate..."

It reads kind of like "Fred closes his shop, dabbles in cliched rituals of the newly middle-aged, and eventually finds himself"

Ah, well, we all like a good tale of redemption!


I knew that the hair-dye thing wasn't fooling anyone, and I totally get how the tattoo translates when I read it... 40 isn't/wasn't a bad thing (although THAT secret is now out/ Ha!), but 41 next month is sounding better and better...

It will be cool if this gets the blog a bit more exposure, since for the most part Im pretty much just writing it for myself. When I do hear from people it always catches me off guard and its pretty gratifying.

So Thanks, Beacon Hill Times (and writer Sandra Miller!) for the nice write-up! Something to add to the scrapbook...

Friday, January 9, 2009

Upcoming CDs for Spring!



Fresh from the REMEMBER THE EIGHTIES.COM website, it looks like both the Pet Shop Boys and Bananarama are readying new CDs to drop this Spring... It'll be the first new full-length CD from PSB in five years, and the 'Nanas will be comprised of new music as well as covers of vintage disco anthems. Their take on the Andrea True Connection's MORE MORE MORE a decade ago was pretty brilliant, so this bodes well for them. Any stateside success for these projects is questionable, especially coming on the heels of Bananarama's DRAMA CD from a few years back, which failed to connect despite a few club hits. PSB continue to garner critical acclaim and UK success, but, again, the US is even tougher to crack now than it was when they first hit the Top-10. We'll see...

Debbie at Louis Vuitton's Stephen Sprouse tribute, NYC



...wearing the vintage Sprouse she sported for the encore portions of the 1982 Blondie tour.

The first two stories I came across once I logged on to AOL this morning set me off; two nitwits whoring out their differeing agendas all over the media. The first, and less offensive, was Tom Cruise blabbing about Scientology (again). This time, it was referencing the (by all accounts) horifically tragic death of Jett Travolta. Cruise addressed the questionable accounts of his "religion"'s role in the boy's illness and treatment thereof. Cruise has already gotten his share of bad press for blowing off the funeral, but his role as talking head for the whole Scientology thing is growing increasingly irritating as more and more unsavory aspects of the organization come to light. Anyone who saw that nutty video that had him ranting about that organization -- see below clip--

(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UFBZ_uAbxS0)

--will never look at him the same way again... As awful as it sounds, if it surfaces that Jett's health would not have been put in jeopardy because of Scientologists refusal in believing that autism, mental illness, etc, can be treated pharmacologically then I look forward to the fallout. Oddly, I am more offended by Cruise than I am by the Travoltas, whom I feel genuinely horrible for. Cruise is pompous, while the Travoltas have at least exhibited class in regards to whatever they choose to believe in.

The other thing that truly disgusted me was Sarah Palin, once again whining about how she was used and abused by the media. How dare she blame Katie Couric and Tina Fey for "exploiting" her, when her own actions were at the root of all the backlash to begin with. And her whole idea of "who better" than she, as a mom of an unwed, pregnant teenager, to best be empathetic to the inherant challenges that come with such a challenge (and how dare the media jump on that?? Umm, maybe the parent of a teen who manges to NOT get pregnant)? At least that would reflect the values in which she espouses so much, all the while casting aspersions on those who disagree with her particular value system?

I DO understand the wrinkles that manifest themselves when someone like Caroline Kennedy enters the fray. While I don't think it's the "liberal media" canonizing her, I do think that her image, a direct result of her family's, works in her favor. While she may not have the experience (yet) to govern a state, she NEVER gave off the vibe of being uneducated, backward, judgmental, or hypocritical. I don't anticipate the vitriol that dogged Palin's 15 minutes of fame, but Sarah (and the machinery behind her) asked for it. And if she didn't, she was clearly a Republican tool that backfired. She was thrown under the very bus that she did not really earn the license to drive in the first place, and never really had a chance.

Finally, reading some of the reader posts in response to these news stories, it is very clear that Palin's defenders use the same old ignorance and bigotry that their party is notorious for. Obama isn't even in office yet, and they are still slagging him. The "Hussein" nicknames still fly, and the awful etnic slurs are still flying. We share one country, but clearly behave like two...

Monday, January 5, 2009

When in Doubt...



Just caught Meryl Streep in DOUBT, which is a brilliant adaptation of John Patrick Shanley's Broadway play. Without giving anything away, this film explores the suspicions of Streep's Sister Aloysious towards her parish's new priest, played by Philip Seymour Hoffman. The allegations against the Father's relationship to the school's sole African American student are certainly inflammatory, and essentially cannot be proven. The film unfolds like a thriller, with Streep injecting her role of the chillingly accusatory Sister with an aversion to the modernization of both the Catholic church as well as the country in general with enough no-nonsense pluck to make her almost endearing. There are laugh out loud moments that might not have read that way on the printed page, so effective is Streep's portrayal. The shadings and nuances of her Sister Aloysious allow for the possibility that perhaps her suspicions are less about Father Fleming, and have more to do with her own resistance to the change that was happening throughout the church as well as the country during it's 1960s setting. Indeed, the little boy at the center of this maelstrom is isolated due not just to his shyness or his newness to the school, but because of the color of his skin. Any affection towards a figure who shows him any sign of empathy or friendship would only be natural, and the forward-thinking Father counters his nemesis' accusations with some pointed (and perhaps valid) barbs of his own. The showdown between these acting titans is nothing less than spectacular, and the script is crafted in a way that, despite what we believe we know to be true, there is always room for Doubt. The climax of the piece reveals that doubt exists in many forms, and in many arenas. While there is no "Happy" ending, per se, the seemingly appropriate resolution still leaves Streep, and the audience, ultimately devastated. And THAT is Doubt's greatest impact. Amy Adams, as the idealistic young nun who gets a crash course in the cruel way the real world can operate, serves as an excellent foil to both Father Flynn as well as Sister Aloysious. Extra points for opening up a stagey theater piece with interesting set pieces, cimematography, and brilliant performances.