4/27/10

ADVICE FROM A 28-YEAR-OLD OCCASIONAL SEMI-PRO MUSIC CRITIC TO AN ASPIRING MUSIC-TYPE PERSON

 Tempe, Ariz., 1998

Every so often, a young band asks me for advice on how to get better. Other times, veteran musicians toiling below the radar have asked me how to get noticed. In either case, I never know what to say. I'm a music critic, not a musician, after all. And I'm barely even that. Like a lot of people, I actually pay my bills with another job, although in my case that happens also to be in journalism. So I'm not sure how much wisdom I have to impart in these matters.

But people do seem to want answers, whether or not the person giving them is flawed himself. And I've definitely been obsessing over music long enough to have an opinion or two. Plus, I'd actually like to help! So I figured I'd type this up as some kind of ready-made answer for anyone wanting to know how to make their music better. With luck, that will lead to their getting noticed, too. Listicle, ahoy:

1. Practice as much as you can, in as many ways as you can.
This may seem really obvious. But hey, you asked. I got the opportunity to write the occasional album review that a lot of people might read by constantly writing album reviews that probably no one should ever have to read. I know it doesn't sound very punk rock, but the only way I can tell you to make a good song, a good record, or whatever, is to keep making lots of music and learning from your mistakes. If you're lucky, you can keep most of the bad (or, in a lot of cases, simply "good"-- the line between what will get you noticed and what is merely acceptable can be very small) stuff low-profile enough that no one will have to know about it when your great material finally comes around. In short: The only way to be a songwriter is to write a song.

2. Practice in ways where you'll get feedback from real people. Every once in a while, a staggering genius will come along who can work in total isolation and create something that later speaks to millions. If that's your goal, then you're probably too brilliant to waste your time reading my advice, anyway. And you should probably by a lottery ticket, if only as a backup plan. For the rest of us, it's probably not enough just to keep writing and recording music in a vacuum. You won't get any better until you see how other people react to your music-- music is a form of communication. "When it hits..." Better still, play your music for people who have no incentive to be nice to you. I still have plenty of high-school tapes that sounded awesome to me at the time. If I'd had the guts to play those songs more places where I could see what people liked and what people thought was laughably awful, I probably would be less embarrassed by my old recordings today. Play lots of shows. Interact with like-minded musicians or music fans online. Exchange ideas. Grow up in public. Keep your ears open and your skin thick. Make something beautiful/memorable/distinctive. In order to be a musician, people need to get something out of your music, and again, unless you're one of those preternatural geniuses (or you have a built-in marketing/PR machine behind you-- hi, "American Idol," Justin Bieber, etc.) you're going to need to put yourself out there in front of those people to find out what that is-- and where you can push them to blow them away with something they never knew they might like. In short: The only way to be a successful songwriter is to write a song someone likes.

3. Make music you like. I can't tell young bands how to get better, because what I want from them is to show me something that sounds like it's coming from them, something that I might not have expected, something new to my world. Your music may need to be part of some kind of dialogue with other people in order for it to improve, in order for it to speak to an actual audience (audiences > critics), but if you start reducing your songs/tracks to a science, to some kind of demographically targeted marketing tool, well-- it might turn out great (there are exceptions to every rule-- see #4 or #5, not sure how long this list will be yet) but there's also a risk people might not like it anyway, and if you at the very least aren't enjoying what you're doing, then you might as well be doing something else you don't enjoy that will be more lucrative. As Jonathan Richman says in a press bio he wrote for himself in the 1990s: "He promised himself that if it ever became work instead of fun he’d quit that day. And…if it ever does, he will." So yeah, somebody out there needs to care about your music in order for your music to affect people the way you might like. But life isn't fair. The reasons people care about music at any given time don't necessarily have anything to do with the reasons they might care about your music a year from now. If you like what you're doing, and the people you trust like it, and you're having fun, then don't worry about the critics. You're not making music for them, are you? Besides: They'll come around. In short: The only way to be a successful songwriter in the way that matters most is to write a song you like.

4. So yeah, as I was saying in #3, there are exceptions to every rule. That's often where the most interesting developments in music happen anyway-- look at the relationship between capitalism and art at Lil Wayne's Young Money label, or Sweden's Sincerely Yours, or for Robyn or R. Kelly or M.I.A. or Justin Timberlake or John Mayer, and the ways that in a certain situation, just having fun and just trying to sell copies and just trying to express yourself can all be the same thing. There are no rules for making great pop music; if there were, it would be classical music (no offense to classical music, which is often over my head, but that's the point). One of the great things about pop is that, as with sports or TV shows, everybody can have an opinion on it. You might not want my mom to be a music critic, but if I play something for her and she thinks it's just annoying or filthy or weird or whatever, that's no more or less valid than my thinking it's awesome. It's just informed by a different context. Most music these days seems to have a specific niche in mind-- a distressing lack of ambition, in my opinion, which will only make pop music less and less important to people who aren't already music fans... there's a reason there's so little space for pop in The New York Time ' Sunday Arts & Leisure section-- but at its best, a great song or track can speak to anyone. What I rave about is the stuff that speaks beautifully to me and that I think might speak beautifully to other people, make them feel something or laugh or dance or see the world in a new way or kiss their lover or buy the next round or. Or. Or. In short: The only way to be a successful music-type person is to remember there is no "only way" to be a successful music-type person.

5. I've said it before and I'll say it again: THOU SHALT THINK FOR YOURSELVES. I was talking with my uncle the other day about the Church of England minister who not long ago told congregants that in certain cases it's OK to shoplift. My uncle, interestingly to me, noted that situational ethics is pretty much the foundation of liberalism (in the sense of a liberal society, I assume, not in the narrow liberal-conservative U.S. political sense-- although you may be able to see how it could apply there, too): There are people who want hard-and-fast rules of life to be set down for them, and who say they live by those rules, and then there are people who view every situation as different, and who consider what it must be like to live in another person's shoes before passing moral judgment-- who live life as it comes to them, in all its complexity (I guess in reality we're all a little of both, right?). For some reason that reminds me of what I hope for out of music: What will make for a great record, a great band, varies as much as the infinitude of situations every human being faces every instant every day on the face of this increasingly interconnected planet. Don't take anything a pretentious blowhard like me says as gospel. Listen to your heart, make it happen, do your best, have a great summer, stay cool, achieve your dreams and stuff, shantih shantih shantih whatever and ever amen. In short: Just do it.

4/26/10

NEED AN EXTRA HOUR ON THE CLOCK JUST TO SHOW YA

 Where is the love?

Belated quarterly report for individual tracks. Requirement for this list was just that a track had to have been out there in some form by March 31, 2010, as best as I could possibly incorrectly tell as I was posting this (so for example Robyn's "Dancing on My Own," a surefire top 10 for me right now, is not included; Poison Control Center's "Being Gone" isn't, either, but if the video had come out March 31 instead of April 1 it would be). Meanwhile, in albums news, please consider Erykah Badu dropped from my first-quarter top 10 and Ke$ha added (what was I thinking?). Also: another selection of incongruous Black Eyed Peas photos.

Tell me what I'm forgetting:

1. Ciara [ft. the Dream]: "Speechless" In a post today, this funny and weird and actually pretty astute Tumblr blog called Pitchfork Reviews Reviews (not sure exactly how I should feel/write about it because no doubt I will eventually come up for review-- at the very least, it's a worthier adversary than most criticize-the-critics blogs in the last five years) says Pitchfork has never covered The-Dream, except in a single news item about Lil Wayne. This is, technically speaking, not true. The old Forkcast, which you can only find in your RSS reader these days, covered "Shawty Is a Ten," a "Shawty Is a Ten Remix" with R. Kelly, "Falsetto," the "Falsetto" video, "I Luv Your Girl," and "Let Me See the Booty," plus Dream productions like "Touch My Body" and "Umbrella." What, you expected me to say something about the song? Without speech. For now. (OK, except to say I never thought The-Dream would keep finding new and better variations on his "ella ella"/"ay ays," or that Ciara would out-"Promise" her own "Promise.")



2. Tanlines: "Real Life" When I wrote about this track for Pitchfork, I missed something crucial. First of all, my use of the word "sad" was totally off, although the Brooklyn duo do bring an air of melancholy to this vaguely tropical synth-pop stunner, which should fit nicely between New Order and the Tough Alliance on a mix. I know this isn't what you should normally do with dance music, but let's go through the lyrics again: "You might think I'm still that way/ It's only natural/ It was a past life thing, it was a past life thing/ It wasn't anything at all." In the context of having been "lost" ("trouble was I was alone"), it's clear he's not looking back on something sadly/wistfully, as I'm afraid my review suggested-- he's reassuring a lover, "OK, when I was single, I was a jerk-- mistakes were made-- but not only is that over, it might as well never have happened." Words easier said than followed through upon, given what we know about human nature, and maybe that's what makes them poignant. I still love how the song seems like it's about to end, but then comes back for another chorus. No idea what's with the chant of what sounds like "mass aloha"-- it's just the sort of thing somebody should be singing at the end of this song, right?




3. DOM: "Burn Bridges" I'll have a lot more to say about this band, who like labelmates Golden Girls hail from Worcester, Mass., but for now just read Dom's interview with Ryan Dombal and listen to the song. I wouldn't be surprised if another Dom track (probably "Living in America" or "Jesus") edges this one out as my favorite by the end of the year.




4-10. Aloe Blacc: "I Need a Dollar". Janelle Monae [ft. Big Boi]: "Tightrope". Robyn: "Fembot". Das Racist: "Shorty Said (Gordon Voidwell Remix)". Spoon: "Out Go the Lights". The Drums: "I Felt Stupid".

Yes, we can.


Incomplete list of assorted other tracks for your consideration, no particular order:
Caribou: "Odessa" 
Nicole Kidman: "I'm in Love With a Jehovah's Witness"
Liars: "The Overachievers"
Titus Andronicus: "No Future Part Three: Escape From No Future"
Los Campesinos!: "A Heat Rash in the Shape of the Show Me State Or, Letters From Me to Charlotte"
Dum Dum Girls: "Bhang Bhang, I'm a Burnout"
Alley Boy [ft. Young Dro]: "Tall"
Delorean: "Stay Close"
Rox: "My Baby Left Me"
Goldfrapp: "Rocket (Richard X One Zero Remix)"
Tracey Thorn: "Oh, the Divorces!"
Gorillaz: "To Binge"
Young Money [ft. Lloyd]: "Bedrock"
Ariel Pink's Haunted Graffiti: "Round and Round"
Drake: "Over"
Surfer Blood: "Catholic Pagans"
Lindstrom & Christabelle: "Baby Can't Stop"
Neon Indian: "Sleep Paralysist"
Zola Jesus: "Night"
jj: "Pure Shores"
Here We Go Magic: "Collector"
These New Puritans: "We Want War"
Four Tet: "Sing"
White Hinterland: "Icarus"
Rich Boy: "So Look Good"
Rich Boy [ft. Yelawolf]: "Go Crazy"
The-Dream: "Love King"
Toro Y Moi: "Blessa"
Beach House: "Used to Be"
Robyn and Diplo: "No Hassle"
Field Music: "Them That Do Nothing"
Sonny and the Sunsets: "Too Young to Burn"
Best Coast: "Wish He Was You"
Cloud Nothings: "Can't Stay Awake"
Spoon: "Written in Reverse"
Love Is All: "Less Than Thrilled"
Cults: "Go Outside"
Active Child: "Wilderness"
El Perro Del Mar [ft. Robyn]: "Change of Heart (Rakamonie Remix)"
Golden Girls: "Amateur Teen Sex Attics"
Ludacris: "How Low"
Baths: "Maximalist"
Starkey: "11th Hour"
Young Dro and Yung LA: "Black Boy, White Boy"
Junkie XL [ft. Jan Hammer]: "Made for Each Other"
The Besnard Lakes: "Albatross"
Gyptian: "Hold Yuh"
Fiveng: "Jonah"
Marina and the Diamonds: "Hollywood"
Dead Gaze: "Back and Forth"
Freddie Gibbs: "Crushin' Feelin's"
J Stalin [ft. Jacka]: "Red & Blue Lights"
Mr. Dream: "Knuckle Sandwich"
Yelawolf: "Pop the Trunk"
Kisses: "Bermuda"
Joker: "Tron"
Arches: "Comin' Back Again"
Teen Sheiks: "Germs"
So Cow: "Random Girls"
Young Dro: "Go to the Club"
Tycho: "Coastal Brake"
Kelis: "Acappella"
Shout Out Louds: "Walls"
Chat Room: "Mom's Web Dating Again"
The Knife in Collaboration With Mt. Sims and Planningtorock: "Colouring of Pigeons"
Cold Cave: "Life Magazine"
Marvelous Darlings: "I'll Stand By Her"
Radio Dept.: "Heaven's on Fire"
Bullion: "Say Goodbye to What"

 Glamorous/Clumsy (pick yr fave).

SO WHEN'S IT COMING? THIS LIFE'S NEW GREAT MOVEMENT THAT I CAN JOIN?

Faces are changing on Ludlow Street.

Downtown New York came to Downtown Des Moines over the weekend. The two hit it off pretty well! Turnout wasn't overwhelming, but a surprising number of people who saw Strokes frontman Julian Casablancas at People's Court on Friday night appeared to be clapping and dancing with a decidedly un-Lower-East-Side enthusiasm. My group wasn't quite as demonstrative-- you have to plan out the best times to go over to the bar area, which is separate from the main floor, and where you have to stay while you have a beer, because local all-ages show rules are complicated-- but the overall consensus seemed to be: GOOD SHOW. Casablancas did "11th Dimension" of course and other songs from his solo debut album, last year's new wavey Phrazes of the Young, plus his bizarro hit cover of Saturday Night Live sketch song "I Wish It Was Christmas Today," and a couple of Strokes songs, too (including a moving, unadorned version of "I'll Try Anything Once," the song that became "You Only Live Once" from third album First Impressions of Earth). With a six-member backing band, and some of the newer tracks stretching to a very un-Strokes five minutes, the show was a bit proggier than I expected; Casablancas was about as cool as I'd hoped (I've never seen the Strokes before), not saying too much but expressing what seemed to be pretty genuine pleasure over his reception in a town he'd never played previously (during "I'll Try Anything Once," he complimented people for clapping along and then cracked a self-deprecating joke when everybody stopped with one verse left to go... "Now you're just showing off," he said as the interaction resumed one song later). He also sells really nice T-shirts. I wish it was Christmas today-- unfortunately, the Strokes (reunion, of sorts?) tour isn't until this summer.

Hey, you!

Ladd of the Vaudeville Mews booked a show at Beechwood Lounge over in Des Moines' East Village on Saturday night: Iowa's own Land of Blood and Sunshine and the Jitz, plus lo-fi party-rockers the Beets out of Queens, New York. The Beets' first full-length, Spit on the Face of People Who Don't Want to Be Cool, is out on Brooklyn's highly worth-watching Captured Tracks label. Beechwood Lounge doesn't have shows often, I don't think, and it's a funny place anyway-- think of the High Life Lounge, except a little bit farther east, with Budweiser instead of Miller-- and the basement has a rough, communal vibe to it, load-bearing view-obstructing columns adding to the, I guess we call it, charm. It's a good spot to see a show. I think we decided one of the Beets looked like Jonathan Richman and another like John Lennon (they sang in harmony a lot) and I forget what we came up w/ for the rest of them-- they have a stand-up drummer and a guy who sits in a corner and plays the flute or recorder or something, I couldn't quite make it out. The sound was a sort of scuffed, sloppy, deadpan take on 1960s garage-rock. At least as much Pabst Blue Ribbon as Anheuser-Busch product was sold.

Upcoming shows after the jump....