Sunday, December 14, 2008

It's Year-End Time!

Now is probably my favorite time of year because of all the year-end "best of" lists that pop up in the music rags. Here are a couple of the more popular ones.



Paste
Mojo
Rolling Stone
Spin
NME
New York Post
Blender
Time...cause I'm classy.

So I've noticed a couple of trends.

Hats off to TV on the Radio
Dudes crafted a pretty incredible album in Dear Science, and are getting major recognition for it. RS and Spin each elevated them to the top spot, and most other zines that mean anything feature Adebimpe and the gang, who Kanye claimed he stole his current 'glasses-and-beard-look' from.




Big praise for Lil' Wayne
Weezy nabbed the number-one on a lot of rock-centric lists; very surprising for a rap artist. Tha Carter III saw it's first three singles ("Lollipop," "A Milli," and "Got Money") in the Top Ten on the Billboard Hot 100, and they're not even the top three songs on the album (that would be "Dr. Carter," "Phone Home," and THEN "Got Money").




Hot outta the gate...
High praise for The Black Keys only resulted in a so-so finish. Attack & Release was the most-hyped indie rock album of the year, but fizzled in the ratings, which is unfortunate. My list would put them (and it does if you keep reading) right near the top.




This year's indie-rock crop
Very, very good. Vampire Weekend emerged from the east coast to tickle everybody's senses with their Afro-pop. Fleet Foxes were equally delightful, as well as Mgmt, Blitzen Trapper, Foals, and Deerhunter. Furr went severely underrated, and probably has one of the best three or four songs of the year in "Black River Killer".




Heavy hitters do...meh...
New work from chart-toppers like Beck, AC/DC, Weezer, Ryan Adams, My Morning Jacket, Coldplay (may Chris Martin be smote), Conor Oberst, and other established acts seem to sprinkle in between the aforementioned indie acts and others. Seems the wide diversity of this year's music crop helped to level the playing field, with variety in artists like Girl Talk, Santogold, Erykah Badu, N.E.R.D, Kaiser Chiefs and others.


And while I'm on the topic of Girl Talk...
He is number one on my year-end list. Apologies to The Black Keys, Blitzen Trapper, and Lil Wayne, but Feed the Animals is just...undeniably, originally, perpetually awesome. I think I've listened to it 30 times in the last two or three weeks. Thank you, Greg Gillis.




1. Girl Talk--Feed the Animals (yep...that guy up there)
2. The Black Keys--Attack & Release
3. Blitzen Trapper--Furr
4. Lil Wayne--Tha Carter III
5. Vampire Weekend--Vampire Weekend
6. Beck--Modern Guilt
7. My Morning Jacket--Evil Urges
8. Gnarls Barkley--The Odd Couple
9. TV on the Radio--Dear Science
10. MGMT--Oracular Spectacular
11. The Hold Steady--Stay Positive
12. Ra Ra Riot--The Rhumb Line
13. The Raconteurs--Consolers of the Lonely
14. Deerhunter--Microcastles
15. Hot Chip--Made in the Dark


...now this is more like it...

Tuesday, December 2, 2008

Rickroll'd!!! FOR REAL???

Check this out:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xWw46X-83xs




Somebody actually did it. Somebody, it remains unclear who at this point, but somebody, somehow, for some reason arranged for a nerdy Internet phenomenon to escape the bounds of cyberspace and actually occur live in public--at the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade, no less.

So is this little more than a widespread inside joke? Or maybe something more meaningful?

I believe in the latter. It's truly something remarkable that a goofy online prank can snowball into an international meme shared by millions. Despite the best efforts of Tivo, the Rickrolling phenomenon is returning us to the shared experiences of 1950's television. But in a different manner altogether...

I'm of the opinion that this live, public Rickrolling, and its general Internet phenomenon are one of the last public indications that

A) We no longer live in a society where television is the main vehicle of news and information (I realize that, as bloggers, this ought to strike you as very obvious, but many educated people still think otherwise)

B) The concept of shared experience is, despite the slow dismantling of its previously-dominant venue (television), still alive and very, very well.

and C) The Internet sub-culture community of bizarro bloggers, meme-producing goofballs, and entrepreneurs like whomever was originally behind this website before selling it for a cold $2 million are steadily becoming more acceptable and widely-practiced.

So all of these things are indicative of a society, slowly, but steadily shifting not just information and business to online formatting, but social norms as well. As I write this piece this very moment, half a dozen college students sit around me, each of us plugged into our Macbooks through white iPod earbuds. Kind of a scary thought.

A Brief Synopsis of Effi Briest

So last night I finished reading Effi Briest for my Modern German History class here at OU. I found the novel wonderful, loaded with great "young person" motifs as the main character Effi must grow up rather quickly. Here's the initial part of the essay due in my class Friday.

Among the European marriage tragedies produced in the 19th Century, Effi Briest stands among the greatest, featuring many unique, intriguing elements, among them a young, betrothed wife; an elder, ambitious suitor previously spurned by the girl’s mother; and the discovery of a secret extra-marital relationship lain six years dormant.



Childish and beautiful Effi Briest, only seventeen, is removed from her well-to-do parents and the lush, comfortable northern German town Hohen-Cremmen by a Baron Geert von Instetten, a man Effi later forgives for being “as noble as anyone can be who lacks the real capacity for love.”

An ambitious, proper government official, Instetten, whisks his young wife (who, with help from her mother, manages to convince herself that she’s in love) to the couple’s new home in Kessin, a drab Baltic settlement where Instetten assumes the title of Landrat, comparable these days in America to a county commissioner. Here the two eke out their days calling on neighbors; Effi writes homesick letters to Hohen-Cremmen, Instetten constantly travels on government affairs, and together they eventually welcome the arrival of their child, Annie.

After a few years of this dull life, Effi is seduced by the womanizing Major Crampas, a man who “grabs what he can in passing, but doesn’t set much store by any of it” (Fontane 176). The two consummate their relationship, unbeknownst to Instetten. Soon after, Effi looks back on this in muddled regret, saying, “And I shall have this guilt on my soul…But is it really weighing on my soul? No. And that’s why I’m appalled at myself” (160). Years go by and Effi increases in maturity, travelling about on her own, her guilt growing more and more complex as her husband steadily increases his status in the German federal hierarchy.

One chance day in the estate, while Effi is off in Ems, two handmaidens discover loose letters written from Crampas to Effi, implicating the pair as adulterers. Upon his inspection of the documents, Instetten calls upon his friend Wullersdorf for advice, decides that challenging Crampas to a duel is the proper remedy a wound not upon his own honor and decency, but rather upon society in general.

Instetten justly shoots Crampas, and notifies Effi’s parents of her fault by post. Both her parents and Instetten disown her, and she spends about three years in a cheap apartment in Berlin, ultimately petitioning her parents to spend her last years in quiet Hohen-Cremmen, where she dies a young woman. Her parents spend the last pages of the book considering their role in her early departure, and Instetten realizes his efforts at advancement through the ranks as pointless, when considering all life has to offer.

Monday, December 1, 2008

"It's a down town, Owl"

When I first heard that Chuck Klosterman was writing a novel about a year ago, I got pretty excited. The dude is THE definitive voice for Generation X--hilarious, genuine, and insightful, his body of work is a model for what I hope to achieve in my writing.



Dowtown Owl came out in September, and, due to my own busyness I didn't even pick it up until October, but guzzled it down in about three days. Klosterman's ability to weave myriad culture references within hilariously detached description is marvelous, like lightning-fast critique in a fiction's narrative. It reads so uptempo that you're left craving more, even after 250+pages.

Downtown Owl follows the lives of three citizens of Owl, North Dakota in 1984, each embodying some characteristic of Klosterman's own psyche, as revealed in his previous works, Sex, Drugs, and Cocoa Puffs; Killing Yourself to Live; and Chuck Klosterman IV. The point of view remains a static third person, despite shifting from each of the three characters with every chapter, including two chapters following other, lesser characters, and a single chapter from the narrator's stance. The novel also begins and ends with a news article describing a sudden, cataclysmic blizzard.

Mitch Hrlicka is the first character we meet, and embodies much of Klosterman's youth, sans music. Mitch is extremely concerned with his position on the football team and thinks his friends are stupid for enjoying Def Leppard and Van Halen, the latter being a highly un-Chuck characteristic. Mitch spends most of his time thinking about how much he hates his teacher, John Laidlaw, for seducing and molesting underage Tina McAndrew, a person Mitch has no real emotional attachment to. He also heavily considers a fictional fight between Chris Sellers, a 6-foot-8, 225-pound high school force of nature (nicknamed 'Grendel'), and Cubby Candy, a scrawny punk who supposedly cannot feel pain, a contest which marks the novel's climax.

Next is Julia Rabia, the young, new History teacher at Owl High School, who is textbook Killing Yourself to Live-era Klosterman--a wild drinker, deeply concerned with romantic interest Vance Druid's perception of her, and initially fearful of the small-town setting of Owl. Killing Yourself recounted many relationships Klosterman shared, each of which ended, each of which reflected Klosterman's inability to accept unconditional love, all embodied within Julia.

Lastly is Horace Jones, a coffee-guzzling old fart whose only joy in life was spent arguing and gossiping with Owl's other old farts at Harley's Cafe every day at 3:00 p.m. Horace provides an outlet showcasing Klosterman's paradoxical theory that, in small town America, everybody knows everything about everybody else, without actually knowing anything about them. For instance, everybody in Owl knows that Gordon Kahl was killed by federal marshals for refusing to pay his income tax, but few know that Horace actually feels Kahl was justified in his action.

The other notable aspect of Downtown Owl is Klosterman's creative forms of narration. He relates Julia and Vance's pot-smoking dialogue via a series of hyphens. The hilarious passage reads like on long blurb of bordering nonsense. He's also a master of analyzing the latent meanings of messages. One of Mitch's chapters is simply an assignment for his nemesis Laidlaw's class, featuring his answers to the questions with what his mind is really considering in parentheses. Similarly, Julia and Vance's first interested conversation includes subtexts like What she hoped to imply and What he believed for emphasis.

All in all, I loved Dowtown Owl. In my book, Klosterman really fails to do wrong. I've read various (legitimate) criticisms which say otherwise, that he's too singular a voice for fiction, but as one critic put it, this really is the definitive midwestern novel.

Saturday, November 29, 2008

Ozark Section Preview

As one can tell from last year's sectional and regional results, there's a whole stinking load of parity between teams in the fabled section that's produced such legends as George Hughes-Strange, Kurt "I Can Fit a Whole Cucumber Down My Throat" Brorsen (pictured below), and of course, Karl Doege.



Any of the top four 1-seeds at sectionals (Kansas, Oklahoma, WashU, and Arkansas) could have taken the title last spring, so I'm curious to look ahead and see which teams will forge on to make a splash at regionals, and which teams you should watch out for as sleepers. MLC marked the first meeting of all the heavy-hitters this year, so I'll try my best to rank them where they'll finish in the spring.


1. Kansas



The Zontals have traditionally owned the Ozark region, and after a disappointing off-year (losses to Oklahoma and WashU at sectionals, close losses to Arkansas and WashU at regionals) they should storm back with a vengeance. Kansas has an excellent balance of older, club-experienced players like Ryan Bigley and Kevin Kelly as well as young playmakers, like '07 Freshman of the Year Abe Jacobs and '08 FOTY candidate Alex "Axl" Brammer. It doesn't seem like they lost any big players from last spring's roster, and they managed to score a bunch of points against a veteran-heavy squad from Oklahoma in the sectional final, so I think they're only going to get better.

They're my bet to take the section this year, and I think they're probably going to make a hard push to take the second bid to nationals, along with UNT and Texas State, especially after upsetting the Denton crew at MLC. I'm predicting a possible All-Region for Axl, so long as he stops posting his love for Cultimate and working out on RSD.


2. Washington University



It really pains me to put WashU at #2 when they lost most of their top guys from last year (athletic Gareth, RSD star Adarichev, and nerdiest All-Regioner ever Marcus Behrens ), but they did best the Zontals by a point at MLC and pushed up to the 3-seed in power pools, working against the wind very well against Wisconsin-Whitewater and Minnesota-Duluth. BUTTTTT...these guys did whomp us early in the year at Mardi Gras last year, only to get it handed to them twice later in the year (15-8) in the sectional quarterfinals. Oklahoma and Arkansas are two teams known to peak well late in the spring, and it's possible that one of us could occupy this spot, but until then, WashU are the top dogs.

Another reason I think WashU is so potent is their apparent focus on fundamentals and recruiting. They've always got a deep squad, and even a deep B-team, so injuries shouldn't bother them. Also, their handling is pretty solid, allowing them to beat more athletic teams upwind. A windy spring could be the difference for Contra.


3. Oklahoma



Yeah, we're in a transitional year. Last year's Apes squad was probably the best there's ever been, with Kurt and Steven Rice both on the All-Region squad and a slew of other stud fifth-years, a couple of transferred mercenaries and solid rookies. We were pretty disappointed when we choked away our 11-9 lead on Texas at regionals.

Lucky enough, a couple loose fifth-years made their way back to the squad (injuies, abroad, and video games) to lead a solid class of rookies (who won the Karl Klassic back in September) and younger players back to glory.


4. Arkansas



Sorry, Ludicrous falls to last here. They lost their top handlers from last year--Karl (who can supposedly throw a half-field lefty scoober air bounce with his mind) and Scott Brown, their top defender Jake Burns (who is scary as balls when he's covering you) is studying abroad for the year, and freshman animal Maximus "The Cougar" Barowski transferred to Oklahoma State. They've still got flat-out studs in Matt Jackson and 06 FOTY Aaron Hopwood, and Caseyboy is still posting inane crap on RSD, so there's still an outside shot at a appearance at regionals, but only time will tell.


HONORABLE MENTION: Truman State

Truman State is the most obnoxious small-school team in the region, and constantly insist they are much better than they play. We'll give them the season to prove otherwise.

Wednesday, November 19, 2008

Music Update

As I am so often wont to do, I am listening to a varying assortment of tuneage right now.




Among the recurring themes are the stuff I've written about a bunch, including Beck's Modern Guilt, the genius that is both of Girl Talk's albums, and the soundtrack from the movie Once.

New stuff includes me finally stepping into Ryan Adams's territory (Easy Tiger, and I'm enjoying it), as well as Death by Sexy from The Eagles of Death Metal and a steady, occasional listen to "Evil Urges" by My Morning Jacket. Having listened to the entire album of the same name, I have to say that the title track surpasses it, but it's definitely worth the buy if you're a fan like I am. TEoDM are alright if you're into pretty basic fuzzy bar rock that sounds like Thin Lizzy. Adams is the top pick of the last few weeks, though. The dude really understands alt-country and does it very well. Having picked him up after falling for Jeff Tweedy and Uncle Tupelo, I can see they're coming from almost the same place.

Anyway, I want to have a little bit of fun with my current playlist and do something I spotted during a Google search for Chuck Klosterman's whereabouts. NOTE: During this search, I came across this review of tomorrow's 15-year anticipated Chinese Democracy. Both hilarious and insightful.

So here are a few sum-ups of the music I've been spinning for the last semester or so.

Modern Guilt by Beck
---You will like this album if you are deeply concerned with international news and unsure of your current romantic relationship.

Thickfreakness by The Black Keys
---You will like this album if you have ever, while listening to The White Stripes' Elephant, thought either a) this take on the blues is over the top or b)Meg White cannot drum.

Soundtrack from the film I'm Not There by various awesome artists
---You will like this album if you think that Bob Dylan's songs would be better if one of Bob Dylan's contemporaries sang them.

Mothership Connection by Parliament
---You will like this album if you have ever been forced to "tear the roof off the mothasucka."

I'm Wide Awake, It's Morning by Bright Eyes
---You will like this album if you feel like you screw up everything you ever do.

The Odd Couple by Gnarls Barkley
---You will like this album if you like Radiohead, probably.

Thursday, November 13, 2008

Stop Me If You've Heard This One

The year is 1969. An obnoxiously-mustachioed Brit slides into a bar seat. His derby hat-wearing businessman neighbor (also mustachioed, but not obnoxiously) glances over, and continues to gently sip from his pint. After some awkward, petty banter, Brit #1 questions Brit #2, requesting to know if his wife is “a real go-er, eh?” his tone excitedly raunchy.

The businessman pulls back, his body language surprised, asking, “Beg your pardon?” But he continues to play along unknowingly, and Obnoxious Mustache intensifies his witless banter with suggestive hand motions, his insinuating elbow jabs shaking the businessman’s pint.

Eventually the straight man smacks his glass on the table and raises his voice: “Look, are you trying to insinuate something?” Six ‘no’s and a ‘yes’ later, Eric Idle becomes nervous and specific. “…You’ve done it, you’ve slept with a lady?” Terry Jones replies with a singular, off-balance “Yes,” and here's the twist: in sheer, curious earnestness Idle begs, “What’s it like?”



Never has a group of entertainers, before or since, influenced their art more than the slimy Brits who dubbed themselves “Monty Python.” A troupe of war babies (and one pond-hopping pseudo-American), the Pythons spawned 45 brilliant episodes of a television show, five films, numerous books, record albums, and stage shows that altered history forever with ridiculous sketches like “Upper Class Twit of the Year,” “Dead Parrot,” and “How to Recognise Different Types of Trees From Quite a Long Way Away.”

Sketches like the above “Nudge Nudge” embody the Pythons’ impact on Great Britain and the rest of the world, particularly thanks to their groundbreaking television show, Monty Python’s Flying Circus. The quirky Python character played by Idle dances all around Jones’s straight businessman in the same silly way the show famously thumbed its nose at a culture in transition. Many critics of the time found the punchline-less humor “macabre,” the loosely tied thematic threads “disorienting.” Later, in 2000, the British Film Institute ranked the show fifth on its list of the “100 Greatest British Television Programmes.”

The influence of Flying Circus is incontestable. Their myriad non-sequiturs, bizarre characters, and dizzying cohesion are today copied by American cult-hit shows (Family Guy, Arrested Development, and South Park) and mainstream programming (Saturday Night Live and 30 Rock) alike.

“Being eight years old, that was my introduction to humor," Trey Stone, co-creator of South Park once said of Flying Circus.

John Cleese even remarked in The Pythons Autobiography by the Pythons that “In America…what was so funny was that kids who watched Saturday Night Live and then watched Python thought that we’d stolen from Saturday Night Live.”

Idle and Jones constituted a mere third of the Pythons. Cleese and Graham Chapman stood as the tallest third and had met at Cambridge, while Terry Gilliam came from the States and specialized in animation. Michael Palin would one day become a Commander of the Order of the British Empire for starring in skits like “The Lumberjack Song,” wearing drag, and portraying “A Man with a Tape Recorder in His Nose.”



These distinguished personnel came together and apart, writing and collaborating on programs like The Frost Report and The Complete and Utter History of Britain for about five years. Says Cleese in their autobiography, “Graham and I used to watch Do Not Adjust Your Set…because it was the funniest thing on television. I said to Graham ‘Why don’t we ring the guys and see if they want to do a show with us?’”



And thus appeared the October 1969 premiere of Flying Circus, titled “Whither Canada?” Apparently Monty Python were also the earliest proponents of Canada-bashing.

The next five years for the Pythons were a wild and inspired ride of writing, acting, and demolishing established norms of humor. “Our biggest thing really was getting rid of the punchline,” says Chapman.

Experimentation and democracy went hand-in-hand with production. New comedic concepts emerged such as the cold open, directly addressing the camera, and skits featuring cross-dressing (not in itself groundbreaking, but it was highly original that such a skit would not center itself around the actor or actors who were appearing in drag). It was as though the Pythons were playing a huge joke on their audience. They would cue the closing credits midway through the show, introduce pointless and unconnected characters, and even end sketches by dropping 16-ton weights on the set. Somehow they all managed to prevent it from going to their heads.

“It was a writers’ commune,” remembers Idle. “And we never cast until after we’d written everything, and there was a certain sense of fair play in it…Put together we formed almost one completely mad person.”

The success of the show parlayed itself into further gains outside the boob tube, partly thanks to popular recording artists.
“When it came to financing Monty Python and The Holy Grail, who came in but Led Zeppelin and Pink Floyd as investors,” says Palin.

Other fans were Genesis, Elvis, and the Beatles (Paul McCartney reportedly put recording sessions on hold to watch Flying Circus). After some brainstorming and discussion between the show’s third and fourth seasons, the movie came along.
“The coconut gag was the original gag that sparked the whole thing off,” says Jones.


Monty Python and the Holy Grail views like an extended episode of Flying Circus, with skits tied strongly together around a general Arthurian theme. Cleese and Chapman show up in the movie's blathering argumentative moments, Palin and Jones composed much of the random silliness, Gilliam supplied animation, and Eric Idle celebrated off-stage in a hotel with the girls from the infamous “Castle Anthrax” scene.

Post-Holy Grail Python suffered the slow cancer of varying ambitions. It was a very courteous affair, and they all remain friends to this day, with the exception of Chapman, who passed away from actual cancer in October 1989. Their last major productions together were 1979’s The Life of Brian, and 1983’s The Meaning of Life and, both hilarious movies, neither rivaling the impact and historicity of Holy Grail.

Since their break-up, the Pythons have all enjoyed great success in the media, Cleese in particular, who wrote and starred in the revered BBC program, Fawlty Towers, and in the seminal film, A Fish Called Wanda, with Palin. Gilliam carved out a career as a director, manning the helm of 12 Monkeys, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas, and the forthcoming The Imaginarium of Doctor Parnassus. Idle adapted Holy Grail into a successful Broadway musical, Spamalot.

Throughout the years, the influence these six men slathered on the world of humor (and the wider world, for that matter) will forever remain, nobly maintained by new generations. Their tradition is as respectable as any conventional painting or jazz recording, yet as laughable and meaningless as a closetful of fake mustaches and silly walks. As long as humor exists, we all will have Monty Python to thank