Archive for August, 2001

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Monday, August 27th, 2001

Recover Tour

My new favorite band, Austin TX’s Recover is going on tour with two other great
bands, The Impossibles and River City High. This should be a show to remember!
The dates that you kids will be interested in are as follows:

9.19 - Cleveland Heights, OH @ Grog Shop
9.20 - Detroit, MI @ Shelter
9.21 - Pittsburgh, PA @ Club Laga

In other Recover news, according to the Fueled By Ramen site
(http://www.fueledbyramen.com), Recover’s recent release Rodeo and Picasso, debuted
at #33 on the Texas Billboard list beating out such mainstream champs as N’Sync and
Gorillaz.

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Monday, August 27th, 2001

A Good Day

Originally written Sunday 08.27.2001

If I could have a month of days like yesterday, I would be a very happy man. I guess one can become sick of anything, but I would just love to have 30 days where I can focus on the things that are important to me without having to worry about the obnoxious difficulties of everyday life like finding places to live, fixing my car, paying bills, etc. Granted, I don’t neccessarily have a ton of responsibilities right now, but the anxiety of the approaching school year as well as heading off to Scotland as well as thinging about all the things I didn’t get to accomplish this summer is more than a bit harrowing.

But back to yesterday. It was an epic day, only tarnished by the fact that I couldn’t share it with my friends. I was woken up by a phone call from my mom. After handling some administrative details with my mother, I got a chance to chat with my brother about film, music and life in general. Later that day I also got a letter from him and some CDs which was a really great. It is going to be so amazing having him in Columbus this fall. Someone to skate with, someone to go to shows with, or just talk. I’ve never had the opportunity of being in the same school with Tim and its going to be a blast plain and simple.

After I finished talking with Tim I ate a rushed breakfast before heading into the office to do a little work. I’m working on a somewhat rushed project dealing with windows drivers. It reminds me how much I hate Windows, IT people who can’t figure things out for themselves, and being forced to do the dirty work for stupid IT people using windows. I guess the good thing about the project is that it gives me more experience with reading APIs and implementing software using those API calls. Though I could care less about the platforms I’ve worked on this summer, the skills I’ve picked up should be pretty handy if I ever choose to go into the industry.

I finished setting up a few tests of my code at work. Then I headed out to the skatepark. I was a bit rusty from not having skated all week, but I was back in the groove after a few runs. The public park in Austin is pretty fun. Its small and the obstacles are small enough for a loser like me to skate without looking like a complete novice. The local rippers absolutely shred the little course. I’m working on big noseslides on the tall manual pad, backside grinds on the low manual pad and ollieing over the fun box. Weak I know. I skated as long as I possibly could under the hot texas sun before I had to retire back to the old hotel to shower and get some more fluids. Before doing that, I stopped by Tekgnar to pick up a new deck. Too many times skating in the rain and too many aborted tricks means that the nose of my board had delaminated into splinters. I picked up a new deck from a local Austin company called ATX both because it was cheap and because it was a nice little Texas momento.

After showering and resting for a little bit I headed out the door to go to a little core show in a small town about an hour north of Austin called Temple. The show was free and featured some of my favorite Austin bands. The show was outside in a picnic pavilion which was also pretty neat, but the best part was that right next to the pavillion was a skatepark. The skatepark had a fun quarter, a low pyramid and a nice mini ramp. It was really great to be able to skate betweeen sets, but it made me sweat more than Mike Tyson at a spelling bee. The bands were amazing. It was the perfect example of why small town diy shows are the best. There were five bands and they all had pretty different sounds. The first band to play was a melodic, emo-twinged punk band called Skate Or Die. Their bass player was wearing this rabit suit, even in the heat, and absolutely ripped. After that, an emo band called meanest capacity played and they were also excelent. Following that, one of my favorite Austin bands, The Teresa Banks Profiles played. They have a pretty original sound, a combination of metal style hardcore with synth backing it all up. Not only do they sound great, but they also put on an intense show. They got the by then sizeable crowd rocking hard. After The Theresa Banks Profiles played, my absolute favorite Austin Band took the stage, err, picknic table. Recover is so damn good. These guys are all pretty young, but they are redefining hardcore music with their mix of crunching guitars, emotion, and melody. By using two vocalists they are able to create a really rich sound with both screamed and melodic vocals. Their songs incorporate components from all types of hardcore and emo music into a cohesive whole that is original yet inviting. Not only that, but they put on a great show. Their relative youth makes the between song banter somewhat akward, but none of the kids in the crowd matter at all. They love Recover and the band seems really supportive of the local crowds who have supported them during their relatively short life as Austin hardcore favorites. I’ve seen Recover about a dozen times and though the last few shows have had very similar sets, mainly songs off their new Fueled by Ramen release Rodeo and Picasso, the absolute energy of the band, their tight musicianship, and their overwhelmingly infectious exhuberance for playing their music. It was a rocking show, plain and simple. Seeing recover play is definitely one of the things I’ll miss most about Austin and it was great to see them play one last time before I head up north to the land of medio-core. The last band to play was also very energized and interexting, though I didn’t care for their style of music quite as much. Temple hometown boys Those Peabodys play what I can best describe as broken down classic rock played by indie rock kids. Its good high energy stuff and a fitting end to a rocking evening. The reception that was given to the band was really what a small town show is all about. It doesn’t matter how different the bands sound. Its all about supporting your friends bands, supporting the scene, and having a good time. I’ve been to a lot of good shows this summer, but I don’t think I’ve had as much fun as I did at the show last night. I’d trade a local show like that for any show in the world.

I didn’t make it back to Austin in time to catch the Black Rebel Motorcycle Club show, but I hardly cared. I had enough rock to last for weeks.

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Monday, August 6th, 2001

Perfect Song

I’ve often joked to my friends that every song should have, A, a breakdown
and B, a sing along chorus. However, when one hears a song that one thinks
is perfect, it is clear that the formula to achieve such perfection is
a bit more complex than the two aforementioned items. Still, despite such
complexity, it is quite frequently that I hear a song that I would dub as
perfect.

Before I delve too deeply into this subject in general, I suppose I should
discuss the factors that lead me to write about perfect songs. This weekend
I’ve been listening to a bunch of music, and two songs, Stretch Armstrong’s
‘For The Record’ and The Buzzcock’s ‘What Do I Get?’ both struck me as
being absolutely perfect songs. So, I’ll use these two tunes as a basis for
the remainder of my discussion. In any case, I strongly urge you to listen
to both songs.

So what makes a perfect song? Well, I’d say a sing-a-long chorus, but it
goes deeper than that. I mean, I could certainly think of jazz, classical, or
other instrumental pieces that could be considered perfect. The key is that
the song should have a hook. It doesn’t matter if the hook is a sing-along-chorus,
a little guitar riff, or a couple of bars of sampled noise. There just needs
to be a short snippet of the song that abstracts the entire rest of the song.
It can either summarize the raw, most basic essence of the song’s meaning
or provide the center for which all the themes of the song resonate and
contrast with. This feature is one shared by both of my above examples.
First, the Stretch track has the chorus “We were more than just a tour date,
you were more than just a song. We sang and sweat together and helped to
carry on”. The second song, of course, has the anguished query, “What do I
get?” This is why pop music is, well, popular. This is the essence of musical
theatre. Both of these genres are crazily adept at creating these little pop
hooks. Think of the number of times you’ve heard a song that just gets stuck
in one’s head. That’s the hook! But we’ve all had Backstreet Boys or ‘NSuck
tunes stuck in our heads. Does that make them perfect songs? Of course not
which brings me to my second component of a perfect song.

A perfect song should capture something basic about the human condition in
general, and my life in particular. It helps if this idea is purveyed as part
of the hook. It must present this idea in a way that shows the songwriter
really feels, or at least has thought long and hard about the subject matter
of the song. Furthermore, the clever binding of the essence of the song’s
meaning to the hook forces the listener to evaluate the subject matter in the
context of their own existence rather than just from the artist’s perspective.
The Stretch song is about hardcore shows. Now this has a great deal of
importance to me because going to DIY punk and hardcore shows is one of the
five most important experiences that has shaped me into the person I am today.
Universally though, the song expresses one of the hidden values of music
in general. Music isn’t just a garble of notes. Music is a gift, a bond,
between people. It is a revelation, its feeling comfortable and confident
amongst people to bare your soul, to strip down naked and run through the
streets or quietly embrace the one you love. Furthermore, it creates a
certain bond, not just between the artist and the listener but between
listener and listener. It makes sense. Experiencing such honesty and
openness, such a calculated exhibition of the human spirit breaks down
the barriers that people usually build up between each other. The simple line
“We were more than just a tour date, you were more than just a song. We sang
and sweat together and helped to carry on”, captures all of this.

Similarly, the Buzzcock’s song could be the single best punk rock anthem of
all time. “What Do I Get?” presents a question that is representative of
the true spirit of punk rock: not an unabating, nihilistic anger, but a
disillusioned frustration. The song doesn’t just tell of the anguish of
non-existent or disappointing love, but of being cheated by the world at
large. This frustration is particularly pointed to those of us in the
midst of our youth. We have been bombarded, in our short existences, with
notions of true love, of success, of happiness. We value these things, we
yearn for these things, but too often, we find that they escape us or are
replaced by cheap substitutes. We are left to throw up our hands, knowing
our impotence but also knowing that we won’t submit. All we can do is smile
and in a half-snarl ask “what do I get?”

Well, I thought that there were more components to the perfect song, but
now that I think of it, its just the two: the hook and the honest commentary
on human existence. I’ve spent enough time analyzing why I like what I like.
Now I’m going to go listen to some records and for at least two minutes and
fifty-five seconds, feel that all is right with the world.