Doobl! isn’t quite as good as SilverHell, though. SilverHell actually works as a piece of art, while Doobl! is more of a dark joke. a really, really dark joke*. if you’re going to read the comics, make sure you read along withe the “old news” section.
day 14: a song that no one would expect you to love
i have an all-encompassing musical taste: there is nothing i won’t at least try to enjoy, and i have pretty low standards. so anyone who knows me probably wouldn’t be surprised to find out i love any song. but i think the two types of music people are least likely to associate with me are ‘country’ and ‘gospel’, and i have a healthy fondness for both, and this song is kind of both. it’s also awesome. seriously, this guy has an insane, Johnny Cash voice.
as the pre-eminent Mike Posner scholar in the US, i feel qualified to say that the highest status any of his songs can aspire to is ‘guilty pleasure’. and since this one was a collaboration with Boyz II Men, it may not be the guiltiest, but it is the most pleasurable.
the explosion of the ‘indie’ scene in the last two decades has, in some ways, been a great thing for people who love music. anytime there’s more variety, people have more to choose from, and they’re more likely to find a band they love, rather than just making do with whatever Jive or Def Jam or Atlantic decides to release. and the existence of an ‘indie’ scene allows music journalists to cover bands that, despite their best efforts, would never be heard of otherwise. the entire thing has opened a door for a lot of music we wouldn’t have otherwise heard, and that’s basically good. except when it isn’t.
now, music will always be a communal experience; it’s just the way our brains are programmed. the very reason music exists is to fulfill a social need, so there will never come a day when we don’t get a thrill out of going to concerts, not just because we’re seeing our favorite band play, but because we’re surrounded by people that love the sand thing we do, and we’re all sharing in this one moment of awesome sounds.
but the existence of the indie culture has added a new level to that: loving bands that no one else knows about. exclusivity. underground, “before-they-were-big”. we used to get a thrill from meeting another fan, now we feel kind of annoyed, and tell ourselves that they don’t appreciate it on the same level as we do.
maybe everyone’s not like that, though. maybe it’s just (forgive me for using this word) those dreaded “hipsters” that lord over us with their their knowledge of Zola Jesus, Lil B, and Smith Westerns. i’ll concede on that point. but everyone uses facebook.
yes, with the exception of that annoying guy who probably also “doesn’t own a TV”, everyone in our life is connected through facebook. and even if they don’t use facebook that much, they probably have some sort of blog… like livejournal, twitter, or tumblr. and what is a blog? and when you remove the aspect of social interaction (messages and… comments, i guess) from facebook, what is it?
it’s a performance. you are putting on a show for the people of the world, a show you control in a way you could never control your ACTUAL appearance, the way you ACTUALLY act in the real world. it’s always been like this: the same way you used to agonize over the angle of your myspace pictures, you fret over your facebook profile picture. when you publish a blog entry, of a facebook status, it’s very rarely something right off the top of your head, something you might say in casual conversation. it’s worked over until it communicates the exact message that you want it to (this is more relevant to blogging than to facebook statuses, but it still holds true).
and your interests are just another way you tell everyone who you ‘are’. you’re not literally listing ALL THE MOVIES or ALL THE BANDS you’ve ever liked. you’re listing the ones that give people a good idea of what your tastes are. and in a lot of ways, our tastes define our personality and (this is more of a stretch) who we ‘are’… all the more when the music you like is so ‘unique’ that no one’s ever heard of it before.
so. where does this leave us? or, to put it another way: what’s the point?
the POINT is, it’s easier to be a good/cool person on the internet than it is in real life. it’s easier to post a thoughtful blog post about how mature you are than it is to actually act like an adult. it’s easier to post a picture caption about how you much you love your friends than it is to treat them with respect. and it’s easier to post a lyric from an Avett Brothers song as your status than it is to be a good person.
in short, fuck the Avett Brothers. fuck them right in their stupid asses.
i was originally going to post a video of me reciting the lyrics to this song, but i decided that would just be lame and embarassing.
anyway, like i said, i’m really into Odd Future these days, and this is the song of theirs that gets stuck in my head most often. and because it’s a rap song, once it’s stuck in my head, i have to learn all the words, or i’ll be in that terrible place where a song is stuck in my head but i can’t actually sing it.
on the subject of violence towards women: this song certainly describes with a certain glee that’s kind of offensive, but like most Odd Future stuff, it’s so far removed from reality that it doesn’t really bother me… until Hodgy’s last verse. that part’s just a little too vivid. and gross, too.
who the fuck invited mr. “i-don’t-give-a-fuck”, who cries about his daddy in a blog because his music sucks?
day 07: a song that reminds you of a certain event
i did not deal well with graduating from high school, and leaving for college that summer really freaked me out. i listened to a lot of Billy Joel my senior year, and this CD was in my car that entire summer. this is the last song on the CD, and (disregarding ‘All My Life’, because I can) it’s the last pop song Billy Joel has ever written. so, that added a little extra sadness a song that was already hit me with so much pre-nostalgia that it was almost overwhelming.
day 06 (give or take): a song that reminds you of somewhere
back to summer 08! unfortunately, i (almost) always remember the first place i heard a song, so this could literally be any song i own. but this one is special because i a) the first time i heard it was on my adventure to the outer banks with morgan and stephen and b) it was the first time i ever listened to mike doughty, who after that became one of my favorite artists. so this song, and the whole ‘golden delicious’ album, will always remind me of manteo. fuck tha police.
there’s a world of difference between a song that reminds you of someone and a song that describes your relationship with someone, and nothing demonstrates that better than House of Pain’s 1992 song “Top O’ The Morning To Ya”. House of Pain is better remembered for the song “Jump Around” (the song from that pringles commercial) and for introducing the world to Everlast, who latter had a hit of his own with “What It’s Like”.
Jeff (my best friend in 1st grade, and arguably my only friend for the many years following that) introduced me to this song, which is odd in itself, as he wasn’t really one for rap music, if i recall. or maybe i’m wrong. i don’t really remember, we haven’t spoken in a long time. anyway, he was obsessed with this song. he told me he wanted to embed it in an angry e-mail he was going to send to someone (maybe the principal at his middle school?) and time it so that right when they finished reading the e-mail, the titular line would appear both in the song and on the screen. weird, right? well, we were a lot younger then.
there were a lot of other possible choices for this day, but a they were either people that are still a part of my life (whose existence i am reminded of every day by things other than songs) or former romantic interests (and no one wants to hear that).
OK Computer is one of my favorite albums. i first heard it in summer ‘08, and i listened to it over and over again. eventually, i stopped listening to it all the way through, partly because it made me so sad. it’s a beautiful album, but it’s extremely bleak (at least in my opinion).
anyway, i vividly remember one time when i was listening to the whole album, and when i hit ‘fitter happier’, it just totally devastated me. by itself, it’s at most a creepy little spoken-word piece, but something about the head-space i’m in by this point of the album makes it hit me really hard. it’s hard to explain, and i don’t even know if this qualifies as a ‘song’, but hey, there you go.
i didn’t have a lot to choose from, since my music tends to be on the more melancholy side of things. i mean, there’s a certain happiness that comes from listening to any good song, but i don’t think that’s what we’re going for here.
obviously, this was going to be a big, dumb, pop song, because that’s the kind of music that makes me happy, and as far as i’m concerned, latter-day Weezer is a perfect choice. i don’t want to get into the whole post-Pinkerton debate, but let it be known that when i say that “like Weezer”, i like all Weezer. yeah, i said it.
again, this is a tough one. i have pretty low standards when it comes to music, and most of the songs i’ve ever hated got that way from overexposure.
but this song. i cannot fully explain where my hatred for this song comes from, i just hate it. i think it’s the lamest fucking song ever. just now, when i found out that the group behind this song ('peaches & herb', what the fuck) were black, i was surprised. because “bumping booties, having us a ball” is the whitest lyric ever written in any song ever, even including songs written by Rivers Cuomo.
this is pretty tough. and it’s the first day, too? damn. i’m gonna have a pretty hard time trying to figure out my favorite song ever, so I’m gonna take the easy route and do my favorite song at the moment. i’ve really gotten into OFWGKTA recently (see how trendy I am?) and this song is probably the best thing any of them have put out thus far.