Posts tagged music
Sasha Frere-Jones’s year in music.
It was once common for members of bands that did not exclusively play dance music to dance as they played. Then, bands went through a weird period where visible physical behavior became a sign of crass and down-market intentions. Not cool, apparently. Propulsive music was matched by hopping and mild shaking, in the best cases. In the last few years, though, moving convincingly in time to your own music has become kosher again.
Related: Vice evaluates the Pitchfork list.
Reading Pitchfork is like watching your Granddad try to open a CD and it’s taking forever because his old hands don’t work, and he doesn’t know the trick where you take it off the hinges, and anyway it’s a CD with stuff on it you could get online using your phone in less time than it’s taking him to open just the first layer of shrink wrap, and you want to tell him this, but by God he can do it himself because despite your bloodsucking wishes he’s not dead yet.
GQ‘s look at Electric Daisy and the return of the rave.
Rave culture assumed the quaintness of a curious historical trend. Neon orange parachute pants went the way of white bell-bottoms, and the music went back to Europe, where it belonged. American teens discovered emo, wore more eyeliner. A decade passed. Now, somehow, rave culture has come back, and its appeal appears to be more mass than the rave kids of the ’90s could have hallucinated—or, for some of them, desired.
Beck introduces his new album (which is just sheet music and not actually an album) for the New Yorker.
You could say that things like karaoke or band-replicating video games have filled that vacuum, but home music was different in its demands—a fundamentally more individual expression. Learning to play a song is its own category of experience; recorded music made much of that participation unnecessary. More recently, digital developments have made songs even less substantial-seeming than they were when they came on vinyl or CD. Access to music has changed the perception of it. Songs have lost their cachet; they compete with so much other noise now that they can become more exaggerated in an attempt to capture attention. The question of what a song is supposed to do, and how its purpose has altered, has begun to seem worth asking.