MIX TAPE: (MOSTLY) ALIVE IN THE NINETIES

I'm not sure if the moment for Nineties nostalgia has passed quite yet, but I'm going to keep it going in my little corner of the internet for just a little longer (i.e., as long as I want.) I've had to hear about the Sixties for most of my life, so a little love for the Nineties shouldn't hurt anybody (any more than, say, a Slap Bracelet would.)

Over the last few weeks I've gotten quite a few Nineties 'jolts' from unexpected places. Most of them came from '20th anniversary' something-or-others. Movie and CD re-releases, TV reunions, like Jimmy Fallon's SAVED BY THE BELL skit. The best came from Heidi when we were discussion something on Netflix that had been described as 'quirky.' She said, "...everything in the Nineties was 'quirky.'" And she's absolutely right. I mean, just look at Cake, which was basically OK Go before the internet created them like some kind of self-fulfilling prophecy/quirk Frankenstein, right?

And she's totally right. In a way, it felt like alternative culture had finally entered the mainstream, probably right around the time U2 did. With THE JOSHUA TREE they burst out of their little patch of real estate on alternative radio, paving the way for the moody surge that followed. (Remember when they were just a 'quirky' little band from Ireland? (So, maybe that descriptor doesn't hold up to bands originating in the Eighties.)) U2 recorded their next album, ACHTUNG BABY, in Germany (quirky) and shifted their influences from Americana to industrial/electronic dance (extra quirky.) That tour saw Bono adopt multiple persona (The Fly, Mirror Ball Man, MacPhisto) and prank-calling sex lines and local politicians from stage. (The White House would NOT take his calls.) The even quirkier PopMart tour came later in the Nineties. The electric spectacle included Golden Arch and giant lemon mirror ball set-pieces.

Between the fall of communism and the election of Bill Clinton, the stage had been set for a new wave of idealism to replace Eighties Gen X cynicism. Silent protests gave way to activism and social and political involvement on a much broader scale. The environmental movement swelled--Al Gore had just published EARTH IN THE BALANCE and 'tree sitting' became a thing. Rock the Vote got young people to the polls in greater numbers. In 1992, youth voter turnout was twenty percent higher than it had been in the previous twenty years, in in 1996, Rock the Vote registered over 500,000 new voters. 

Somewhere, I saw the definition of a bluesman as one who is a '...prisoner of hope.' And that's what the Nineties did to make. Take my Gen X cynicism and add two parts idealism, and you get what's described above. And I suppose that blind idealism has been the source of some of my happiest moments and greatest successes, both personally, professionally, and artistically. So I put this little playlist together to give me a little jolt of something I'm fighting to hang onto when the cynicism and sarcasm start to overwhelm the blue light of hope that fades in a dark corner of my mind. Hope it does something similar for you.

Enjoy. 

MIX TAPE: The Dream of the Nineties!

Was talking to Mikey Rega (of the concert t-shirt debate fame) and I was telling him a little about PORTLANDIA. Not sure whether or not he'd seen it, I sent him a link to the season one intro.



But I had been in a bit of Nineties nostalgia mode prior to this discussion. Has something to do with the idea of, "...it was twenty years ago today." A few weeks ago, I dug out PJ20 and listened to a bunch of old shows. Then I Googled pics of Lisa Bonet from A DIFFERENT WORLD. (Damn, girl.) All of it got me thinking what WERE the 90s and why do I care?

I turned 20 in 1994, and I know that has a lot to do with it. It was a golden era for me, as I'm sure it is for most twenty-somethings. I had killers jobs--whitewater raft guide, record seller at National Record Mart, bookseller at Waldenbooks, seller of Timberland boots, Guess jeans, and Oakley shades at American Outfitters, where I met the lovely Heidi Ruby. I am also keenly aware that my current age has finally given me perspective enough to realize the passage of time makes any era distinctive. Because news and pop culture are fluid events, eras tend to blend until we get enough distance to stand back and take a look at the collective material from the culture rather than a snippet or two.

So, how do I define MY Nineties?
In no particular order: NORTHERN EXPOSURE, Patagonia clothing, Tevas, the Alice in Chains three-legged dog cover, Nalgene bottles, SUPERUNKNOWN, PULP FICTION and its amazing soundtrack, beaded necklaces, Baja shirts, THE CHRONIC, Bill Clinton, Woodstock '94, Dave Matthews Band, Pearl Jam, Lemieux, Jagr and the Pens, Drew Barrymore's Guess ad, Adam Sandler, Mudhoney, Structure, FREAKS AND GEEKS, Sony PlayStation and JET MOTO, Kurt Cobain, Silverchair, THE X-FILES, the Jennifer Aniston ROLLING STONE cover, OJ, coffee, SEINFELD, CLUELESS, THE LION KING, Netscape and Lycos, this Chicago Blackhawks jersey I loved and can no longer find... I could go on, but why?

I suppose one of the things I find most inspiring about the time period is the way some of these artists have continued to pursue art on their own terms, shunning the corporate ideals and commercialism that has reared its ugly head in some of the current era's art with seemingly greater frequency. (I know the money was present back then too, but Pearl Jam's fight against Ticketmaster is an important symbol, to me at least, of idealistically pursuing creation over money.) If nothing else, it gives me great pleasure to see MY heroes subtly rising through (with?) the ranks of Mileys and Pharrells to their rightful places as creative icons and veterans of a vicious industry. Maybe it's more a Gen X thing than a Nineties thing, but as somebody engaged in creative pursuits, I believe the ideals of that era are as important to me now as they ever were. Writing is about a fierce independence and living on your own terms. I feel like those are Nineties ideas.

Here's a little of the music I missed the first time around. (And it takes us back to PORTLANDIA.) Been loving Sleater-Kinney's new album. But here's a little taste of some older stuff to get you in that mode.

Sleater-Kinney - Live @ Coachella Valley Music & Arts Festival, USA, 30-04-2006

Source: Soundboard

Setlist

1.     What's Yours Is Mine 
2.     Jumpers  
3.     Rollercoaster
4.     Sympathy 
5.     Oh!  
6.     Modern Girl
7.     Get Up 
8.     The Fox  
9.     Step Aside
10.  Let's Call It Love  
11.  Entertain 

Check it out here: http://livebootlegconcert.blogspot.com/2013/04/sleater-kinney-live-coachella-valley.html

A LOOK BACK, A LOOK AHEAD

I wonder what purpose music bloggers and reviewers are going to serve down the road, considering most of the 'new' music I've personally discovered over the last few years isn't new at all. The abundance and availability of music online has permitted me to listen to it and interact with it in ways I never imagined or thought possible. Some of my new favorite artists—Brian Eno, Kraftwerk, Neutral Milk Hotel—are defunct or peaked years (decades) ago. But Spotify has allowed me work my way through their entire catalogs, letting me figure out what I liked or didn't like about a particular artist in my own time. For example, I'd always heard Duane Allman was an amazing guitarist, but never wanted to commit to buying the music. I always avoided The Allmans, figuring 'their kind' of music wouldn't make sense to a former grunge band guitarist raised on MTV, and then Metallica. But the first time I heard—really heard—Duane's guitar I got chills. And that's something that just doesn't happen all that often to me. Spotify let me explore The Allman Brothers' music—studio and live releases—on my own terms, to see what it was I liked and didn't like about them. Then I went out and bought them all on CD.

Along those same lines, Spotify let me find all of the 80s bands that peaked just before I moved away from pop and really started to listen to music—the bands that influenced the bands that I loved. I suppose if I would've been able to stay up for MTV's 120 MINUTES a little more often I wouldn't have had to wait until the proliferation of streaming music, but without Pandora and Spotify I never would've given Black Flag, Bad Religion, or Fugazi much of a listen. Kids don't have the kind of money that lets them experiment with new artists, and my only exposure to this kind of stuff came from THRASHER magazine—in print. Steve Caballero rocking an Agent Orange shirt. Circle Jerks ads. But when I'd hit up National Record Mart they never carried any of those bands anyway, and Uniontown, PA was too small to support any kind of indie vinyl shops. (Somehow we all had The Dead Milkmen, BIG LIZARD IN MY BACKYARD and played the shit out of it. Maybe a bunch of us grabbed it on a trip to Century III Mall, which was Pittsburgh's biggest at the time. Not sure how that happened.) Then in 1987 or 88, my cousin ordered THRASHER SKATE ROCK vol. 2: BLAZING WHEELS AND BARKING TRUCKS (T.S.O.L., Drunk Injuns, JFA) from the back of the magazine and we all dubbed copies and passed it around. Ironically, it was an ad for Metallica's THE $5.98 E.P.: GARAGE DAYS RE-REVISITED (which National Record Mart DID have) in THRASHER that got me into them. (And Anthrax, and Megadeth, and Exodus, and on and on.) 

By the time I was able to drive myself to Morgantown, WV to hit up their indie music shops in 1991, Metallica, Guns N' Roses, and to a smaller extent, U2 and Jane's Addiction dominated all of my various musical spheres. Then in August, Pearl Jam released TEN, and the rest….    

So, IN UTERO turns 20 this year. Pretty much everybody knows it. I guess since MTV stopped being a mechanism of music delivery and record labels started letting marketing departments into recording studios, the re-release of a particularly amazing album is the kind of once-a-year musical event that gets to share headlines with twerking, and, well… twerking.   

Congrats, guys. It's a well-deserved honor. Unfortunately we all know what's coming next year. Mark your calendars, because April 2014 is going to be Kurt Cobain month and he'll no doubt be receiving the same treatment IN UTERO's getting right now.

Maybe this is a good time to stop for a second and take a look at what else 1993-1994 gave us: Pearl Jam VS., Snoop Dogg DOGGYSTYLE, The Smashing Pumpkins SIAMESE DREAM, U2 ZOOROPA, Radiohead PABLE HONEY, Liz Phair EXILE IN GUYVILLE, Wu-Tang Clan ENTER THE WU-TANG, plus debuts or new music from Mazzy Star, The Flaming Lips, Björk, Green Day, Oasis, Nine Inch Nails, Weezer, Pavement, Soundgarden, and Blur.

Let's play that same game with 2013 now. We got Justin Timberlake, Jay-Z, Atoms for Peace (Radiohead's Thom Yorke), Lady Gaga, Eminem, Arcade Fire, Pearl Jam, Nine Inch Nails, Jake Bugg, The Civil Wars, Franz Ferdinand, Queens of the Stone Age, and Arctic Monkeys with new releases this year. It's a pretty glossy list—one part survival of the fittest, one part stuff that would work in a VW ad. I know that criticizing the music of today is an old man's game, but they make it so easy, don't they? The Nineties gave us grunge, Brit Pop, EDM, the ascendancy of Hip-Hop and West Coast rap, MTV Unplugged, California Punk/Ska, Industrial, Alt-Country. (Yeah, I know some of this existed just before the 90s, so let's not nit-pick. Each of these ascended or peaked in the 90s.) Maybe it was just the very beginning of the 'let's-throw-crap-against-the-wall-and-see-what-sticks-era' but you know what? A lot of it stuck. A lot of bands releasing albums in 2013 were nurtured by labels who were able to overlook sluggish sales (for a moment or two, anyway.) (Not a problem Pearl Jam suffered from back then.)  

I never meant to be a reporter on what was. It makes one seem rigid and cynical. 'Nostalgia is for the weak' and all that. But it just sort of happened that IN UTERO made me reflect on a time period that saw me meeting and marrying my wife while working as a white-water raft guide (best job ever) and finishing college. Over in Bosnia, Serbs were killing Muslims by the thousands, but we were getting a Woodstock reboot. What did we care? Clinton was president and Americans were happy. The month Heidi and I went on our first date, Netscape Navigator was released and it was the official end of Nintendo's "Year of the Cartridge."

This is probably a stage that everybody reaches at some point in their life. A stage when the past is suddenly too far out of reach to recall without a little help from Firefox. And Spotify is the most important weapon I've yet to discover for filling my head with 'new' music. It's the world's best musical library and will help more people find what they want better than a reviewer or blogger ever could. I don't work for Spotify and am not receiving a cut of anything. I'm just a kid who is finally able to get to that record store I never could back in the 80s, or 70s, or 60s.

Maybe I don't like the state of music in 2013 because I draw too many parallels with some of what's going on in NYC with publishing. I thought the democratic nature of the net would drive a listener/reader/viewer-supported revolution, but trends are still being created in boardrooms. The internet is always looking for the NEXT BIG THING, even going so far as to create NEXT BIG THINGS where none existed, in the process facilitating trends that rise and fall weekly with nothing sustainable to keep them going beyond that. (Pitchfork, I'm looking at you.) And I'm not the only one thinking this way. I'm stealing a few questions from Kris Millet's 2000-2009 – MAKING SENSE OF MUSIC'S "LOST DECADE" (Which you should read, because it's more about the music and less about a personal journey with him: http://www.culturemagazine.ca/music/2000_2009_making_sense_of_musics_lost_decade.html)

In the article, he asks:

1.   What musical innovations from 2000-2009 raised the bar and will influence future generations?

2.  What emergent acts will sellout arenas in future decades?

3.  What hits have a legitimate shot at becoming popular music standards? You know, something that someone will be singing karaoke to 20 years from now?

The first commenter said My Chemical Romance's "The Black Parade." A totally appropriate response for somebody rooting for the music of their own decade. We have the benefit of hindsight with this one. Sorry that didn't work out for you. 

Maybe the 2010s will spawn a movement as a response to the 2000s' lack of one. But I'm not going to comment on it if it does. I like what I like, as should all of you. And in my own way, I'm creating my own movements, which in this case, happen to transcend decades and genres.

Snapperhead Traps!

In the early Nineties, people would set snapperhead traps near rafting outfitters in Ohiopyle, the most effective being the rope that ran through D-rings around the raft itself. Here's how they worked--you're surrounded by thirty raft guides, pulling rafts off of a flatbed truck, and your Teva catches a rope, throwing you to the ground. But it's not so easy to slow a 250 lb raft, so you'd inevitably end up beneath the raft you were pulling off of the truck. Hence--snapperhead trap.