Talking with the President

January 31, 2010 § 1 Comment

Interview with Northwestern University’s President Morton O. Schapiro (aired on WNUR 89.3 FM Evanston/Chicago on 1/31/10)


“I ain’t never heard no horse sing a song”

January 28, 2010 § 3 Comments

The authenticity debate rages on.

Circa 1626

British peasants way back in time sang songs about being poor, dying, and murdering people. They also wrote ballads about love lost, found, unrequited. Foreshadowing our bohemian rituals, we can imagine the 17th century romantics attending the latest Shakespeare at the Globe and afterward strumming a lonely tune on the lute. But then they scattered. The Brits left for the New World and so did their song traditions. We have folk in Surrey, Cardiff, Vermont, North Carolina. But they are different sorts of folk with disparate musical ideals. Simultaneously there was the introduction of heterogeneous African musical practices in the West through slavery. Although many of these traditions were completely destroyed, a culture of oppression and hate yielded spirituals, blues, a southern folk practice completely divergent from the English ones just mentioned. They wrote songs about being poor, dying, and murdering people. And eventually love lost, found, unrequited.

I don’t know much about the history of folk music and its many revivals. The only point of my contrived historical narrative is to bring into question why I feel this to be more authentic than something like this. Theodor Adorno asserted that a musical work was authentic if it forged its own internal consistency while simultaneously acknowledging its historical nature and social function. Although Adorno was anything but a visceral guy, I think this argument boils down to his deep-seated reaction to Mahler and Schoenberg. He felt it.

Sam Amidon

I was first introduced to Sam Amidon’s folk music when I attended a performance of the 802 Tour with Nico Muhly, Doveman, and Amidon. I was intrigued as soon as it hit my ears. Knowing nothing about the guy, it was striking how rustic Amidon’s voice and banjo-plucking sounded, especially in the context of Muhly’s complex neo-romantic/minimalist atmospheric arrangements and soundscapes. It turns out he was raised by “traditional” folk musicians in Vermont. They sang him songs about being poor, dying, and murdering people when he was growing up. Most of his songs are reworkings of these old songs. The one posted here is a love song, I guess.

Mumford and Sons (my point of contrast above) are part of what’s being called some kind of English folk revival along with Frightened Rabbit, Laura Marling, and a number of other bands who are starting to hit it big. There is something strained about this music. For a band marketed as folk, it doesn’t contain idiosyncrasies that distinguish it from anything else with chords, lyrics, and decent production quality. Sam Amidon, on the other hand, has an easiness that makes his act more convincing to me. A quality exemplified by Dylan, Bragg, and Elliot Smith.

But I could easily be contradicted. Case in point: Mumford and Sons have millions of hits on YouTube. Sam Amidon does not. But this is perhaps the beauty of debating authenticity in music. It can make us hyper-aware of our position is musical culture. One song is not necessarily more authentic than another, but our ingrained knowledge of musical gesture, schemata, and conception of music’s social function tell us otherwise. After all, we’re mostly singing about the same things: being poor, dying, and murdering people. Love lost, found, unrequited.

Romance is Boring

January 24, 2010 § Leave a comment

Commentary on Los Campesinos! Romance is Boring (aired on WNUR 89.3 FM Evanston/Chicago on 1/24/10)

Not What You See

January 14, 2010 § Leave a comment

Taken straight from the nightmares of my youth.


January 14, 2010 § 1 Comment

The limits of my musical imagination come to rest somewhere in the polyphony of an acoustic piano’s natural overtones. To me it’s the most beautiful instrument. Since the 19th century the piano has asserted man’s liminal relationship with space-time and harmony. Although perfectly conceived, the instrument’s illusive presentation of an ideal has drawn us in the 21st century towards it destruction. English composer Brian Ferneyhough creates works that are meant to be impossible for the performer. By extending the player and the instrument to their extremes, these works are driven by the aesthetics of their systematic failure.

This artificial madness isn’t necessary. Look at Bill Evans – history tells us he was high on something just to hammer out those notes. Thus it seems  backwards to create a process for elucidating our limitations on the instrument. The fact we already recognize said limitations is evident from our long commitment to searching for absolutes in these big wooden boxes with 88 carved elephant bones. From the time of Chopin to the present – with players of the caliber of Keith Jarret and Ethan Iverson – have we craved those meticulously planned, rich harmonies without really understanding what they’re saying to us.

This is so unfocused because the ontology of the piano is so mysterious. I guess I am just saying I DON’T GET IT, in the same way I GET the drums or even the guitar.  But I thought it was worth taking a moment to think about it.


January 10, 2010 § 1 Comment

Radio Commentary on Vampire Weekend’s  Contra (aired on WNUR 89.3 FM Evanston/Chicago on 1/10/10)

Sweet Jersey

January 10, 2010 § Leave a comment

There’s always room for another good song about where we grew up. As much as I acknowledge Springsteen as a paragon of New Jersey songwriting, it’s always refreshing to hear new music that champions that romanticized perspective of our suburban home. Attending school in the Midwest – farther away from home then it sounds – challenges my idea of belonging to a place each and every day. For many of the people who came from all over the United States to be here, it is so easy to make this their physical and psychological home. When I’m out here, part of me wants to be like them – Chicago seems like a nice place to want to live. But this  notion stops short in the tracks of my attachment to home.

Real Estate are from Ridgewood, NJ and this song is coming from that same place: longing for home and its simplicity. The lo-fi, contrapuntal guitars really get me on this one.

Carry me back to sweet Jersey, back where I long to be

Real Estate – Suburban Dogs

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