Saturday, March 31, 2018

The Albums That Matter: American Utopia

Joe runs through every album on his iPod, mostly in alphabetical order, and offers some brief thoughts. Check out previous columns HERE.


American Utopia
David Byrne
2018

I had no idea even that David Byrne was in Talking Heads until I looked it up last year, so I don't think I should be counted as a trusted authority on Byrne and his music. This, in addition to the fact that the album came out less than a month ago, make me weary of what I could possibly say about American Utopia. But I'll try.

First thought: This definitely sounds like the work of an aging rock star. And I don't mean that as an insult! There's a certain mellow quality to this album. A well-worn sound, one that someone under the age of 40 could never put together. In an Uproxx interview (that I am using liberally today), Byrne described how the album took shape. He said that Brian Eno sent him some drum tracks, and Byrne basically put some sounds on top and made them into songs. This process reminds me of, say, an old man tinkering in his workshop. Taking little bits and pieces, shuffling around the garage, making something new.

Second, and more pressing, thought: This definitely sounds like the work of someone that doesn't personally have a lot to protest. And I don't mean that as an insult either, promise! This is an album with the word "American" in the title released in 2018. Of course it's going to comment on where our country is at right now. General consensus on our country: it's not good right now!

While, yes, American Utopia goes right up to the edge of saying that everything is shit currently, it doesn't quite commit to the idea. In fact, a lot of it is about being positive in the face of adverse social conditions. One of the songs is even called "Every Day Is a Miracle," which is pretty self-explanatory.

And there's nothing wrong with being optimistic! I try to do that myself, even though it's really tough to maintain that sunny disposition after reading the front page of the newspaper.

At the same time, I have to question how difficult it might be for someone like Byrne to maintain his optimism. Not very, I'd have to assume. We're talking the difference between the haves and the have nots here. How much does this rich old white dude have to complain about, really??

I'm not saying he's an asshole, not by any means. But look at this (very minor) controversy that popped up after the album's release. There aren't any women contributors on this album, and Byrne apologized for that when it came to his attention. I don't think he did this on purpose. I just think that gender diversity is something that he never would have thought of in a million years, unless people pointed it out to him. When they did, he apologized, and promised to do better. But there was that lack of awareness to begin with.

In the same way, I don't necessarily think that David Byrne is the best person to be preaching about optimism at this point. But the message itself? I'll take it. Fuck it. Maybe I do need to be more optimistic.

Anyways, good album.

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If this album sounds interesting, try this song: "Everybody's Coming to My House"



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Stray Observations
  • As far as the "protest" elements go on American Utopia, there's nothing too specific, and I think that's for the best. Byrne says, in that aforementioned Uproxx interview: "I don’t like to write about anything too directly. I might be concerned about a political situation, but it’s going to be kind be of limiting to write specifically about a political situation or an issue because I feel like that sort of dates a song." He's right. Had he written about how much trump sucks, this album would have been instantly dated. I don't mind the vagueness of the lyrics sometimes.
  • FRONT COVER: To my untrained eye, the painting here depicts a man, larger than life, looking down and observing a city, possibly a city in ruins (based on the excessive use of reds and yellows). The painting was created by an artist named Purvis Young, who passed away in 2010. A quick glance at his wiki page indicates that he was contributor to the "urban expressionism" movement, which is the use of art as a communicative tool in urban environs. In that context, ask yourself, does American Utopia work as a communicative tool in a similar manner? After the argument I made above, I'm still not sure.

NEXT TIME: American Water by Silver Jews

Friday, March 30, 2018

SEPTA Bus Bingo






Notes:

These internet-created themed bingo cards have always been a pet peeve of mine. Whenever an online publication makes up a bingo card for a certain scenario, they usually never adhere to the actual integral structure of the game.

Example 1: "Eagles Parade Bingo"

Example 2: "Safe Injection Site Bingo"

Example 3: "Democratic National Convention Bingo"

Each of these examples has exactly one card, with twenty-four spaces filled with things that are happening during the event in the title. Which, I guess this format works pretty well as mini-joke delivery. But these websites are showing a fundamental misunderstanding about how you are supposed to play the game. How are you supposed to actually play bingo with just one card?

The standard Bingo format has five columns each with a total of fifteen different possibilities for each of the five spaces in the column. Cards are randomly generated, with different numbers in each column, so that no two cards are alike (well, okay, there are technically 5.52 x 10^26 possible Bingo cards, by my count).

What these examples SHOULD do is come up with seventy-five different jokes for their spaces, and then randomly generate cards based on those jokes. That way, more than one person can play at a time (seriously, who plays Bingo by themselves?). It would be stupid to play "DNC Bingo" with more than one person, because you'd have the same card, and so you'd win BINGO at the same time, ya know?

Doesn't this bother anyone else? No?! Just me?!?!

So, clearly I didn't pull the same bullshit with my SEPTA BUS BINGO. I gave three examples of cards above, but really, what you should do if you really wanna play this game with friends is generate normal, numerical bingo cards, and use the key below to mark off your numbers when a particular scenario occurs.

This is one example of a site that randomly generates numbered cards.

Once you print them out, print out the key below as well, and play on your next trip from Port Richmond to East Falls on the 60. It's fun!

SEPTA BUS BINGO

Number Key

FREE SPACE: Weird smell

"B" COLUMN

1. Guy drinking beer
2. Passionate plea for money
3. Driver excessively hitting brakes
4. Route detour because of construction
5. Ad for lawyer with picture of said lawyer
6. Old person takes forever to step onto bus
7. Bus driver has to get out and move something from out of the way
8. A mother hits a child
9. Someone running to catch the bus, makes it
10. Somebody on the bus is crying
11. Someone eating full meal
12. Someone enters through back door
13. Bus driver responds to your greeting with an icy stare
14. Teen with feet on seat in front of him
15. Someone scratching lottery tickets

"I" COLUMN

16. Handicapped ramp is used
17. Any type of live animal
18. SEPTA cop "checks" the bus
19. Middle-aged person mindlessly scrolling through FB
20. Bus hasn’t moved for five minutes
21. Someone insists on personally telling the driver they are getting off instead of pulling the cord
22. No driver at beginning of route, no one pays
23. Large person taking up two seats
24. Seat wet with unknown liquid
25. Person with facial deformity
26. High schooler NOT looking at phone
27. Someone getting up two stops before their own
28. Bus can’t make turn because of truck illegally parked
29. Someone having full convo w/driver
30. Ad for paid studies about drug addiction

"N" COLUMN

31. Music playing out of speakers
32. Little kid staring at you
33. Someone using bike rack
34. Someone running to catch bus and driver ignores them
35. Someone complaining to driver how long they took to get there
36. Non-handicapped person sitting up front
37. Someone yells “Heyo back door!”
38. Someone asleep
39. Someone loudly talking on cell phone
40. Teens making out
41. Bike-riding teen plays chicken with the bus
42. Someone reading a book
43. Shirtless guy
44. Blatantly leaves trash on seat
45. Someone selling something

"G" COLUMN

46. Sitting sideways on a seat, blocking the aisle
47. There’s graffiti on windows or back of seats
48. Someone carrying whole pizza or case of beer
49. Floor sticky from spilled juice
50. Driver is white woman
51. Construction worker with cigarette behind his ear
52. Nodding out while holding a drink
53. Twenty minutes late picking up
54. Taking up a seat with a bag
55. Mother struggling with stroller
56. Bus briefly shuts down randomly at red light
57. Mother curses loudly at child
58. Old lady with a hundred bags
59. Guy rolling joint
60. Bus pulls over for five minutes for seemingly no reason

"O" COLUMN

61. Crowded, someone standing next to bus driver
62. Back door opens, no one exits
63. Student with large athletic bag
64. Someone on Facetime
65. Paying for trip with all coins
66. Someone with a full trash bag
67. Someone exits bus and runs in front of bus against a red light
68. Cigarette still giving off fumes
69. Driver has to make announcement re: inconvenience
70. See a cockroach or other insect
71. Standing person almost falls
72. Someone bangs loudly on a window with their hands
73. Kids running up and down aisles
74. Front electronic bus sign says “Go [sports team]!”
75. Someone tries to pay with a token

Thursday, March 29, 2018

Opening Day


There's a beauty in baseball that isn't present in other sports.

There's beauty in that brief moment before the pitcher winds up his pitch. That subtle pause. The tiny space in time when everything stops and no one breathes, not a player and not a fan, an interval that lasts a single second at most. That's where the beauty is. There's no other sport that features that moment. Football is frantic cacophony. Basketball and hockey are a coordinated dance. Baseball is laser focused on a single act. A single moment that literally stops time.

There's beauty in baseball's simplicity, in how the scales are tipped toward intuition, away from preparation. There's plenty of prep work in baseball, to be sure, just like in any other sport. Take a glance at some sabermetric sheets to see how deep the rabbit hole can go, if you want. But when the pitcher throws his pitch, and the batter squares up to swing, all that melts away. After the ball leaves the pitchers fingertips, it all becomes natural reaction, lightening-speed. In football, everyone zigs and zags and fakes and dizzies. In baseball, there's one ball, and the infinite possibilities collapse into one single course of action in the space of a ball traveling 60 feet and six inches.

There's beauty in the crushing grind of a baseball season. Baseball is the only sport that plays enough to justify the amount we talk about it. It's almost daily. There's always fresh baseball to be played. A horrorshow loss can be swept under the rug by the very next day. A triumphant win means nothing if you can't follow it up. Football games are an event, and that can be fun, but baseball is a lifestyle. It doesn't end. Just let it wash over you.

There's beauty in the way we consume baseball. Baseball is not a standing sport (until there's two strikes two outs in the ninth, or a well-hit ball clears the fences). We usually sit in a comfortable chair and passively enjoy baseball. It's the only sport that encourages you to slowly crack your way through a bag of peanuts. Baseball is a chameleon when you are a fan. You can sit on the couch and enjoy it on the big screen. You can sit on the beach and listen to it on the radio from the shade of your umbrella. It can be on in the background of the party, only interrupting the merriment when the stakes are raised on the field. You can sit right up against the dugout, immerse yourself, practically feel the breeze after an embarrassing strike out. Baseball is what you want it to be. Baseball is your friend.

And the beauty of it all is that we start the cycle again, today. A Phillies season begins anew. Baseball is back. Spring is here. New life. Beautiful.

Wednesday, March 28, 2018

032818babyupdate.docx

Am I nervous to become a father? Yeah, absolutely. Sometimes I freeze up, picturing that moment in the delivery room, the moment Pam (who, yo, let's be real, is gonna be a fucking hero in there) squeezes that kid out. I know that moment is gonna change my life. I know it's gonna be so overwhelming I'm not even gonna remember it, like, I'm gonna (sober) blackout (like I did when I proposed to Pam, etc.). And I know I'm gonna experience an emotional cocktail of pure love and pure anxiousness holding that baby. It's all gonna be wild.

But I guess the issue with continuing to write about it here on Puke on Your Birthday is that none of these feelings are particularly unique. Millions of people have already written about fatherhood and how that whole thing feels. Some fucking jabroni from Northeast Philly isn't going to be able to touch on any new issues there. I like to pretend that you'll want to read my shallow insights into Family Matters, but even I can't fool myself into thinking you'll want to read another fucking bullshit thing that goes "WOW fatherhood is SO FULFILLING it changed my life yadda yadda." No one wants that trash.

And then there's the whole issue of writing about a baby in the first place, because I've made it crystal clear to everyone how I won't be posting SHIT about it on Facebook or Instagram, because I think that's fucking lame, and I think that shoving pictures of your baby down people's throats is boring at best, and child abuse at worst. But then to turn around and post a picture of my kid on my blog? I would be a hypocrite of the highest degree. So that's not going to happen.

So, I dunno, I think at some point, I'll want to write some more about the little guy/girl here on PoYB. But I'm going to stick to shit that might actually be interesting or unique. Not that there's going to be that much.

One thing I do want to write about, I guess, is what my biggest concern about raising a child is at this point. And this is a non-everyday issue. I'm not concerned about my ability to feed the child, clothe him/her, get him/her to school, any of that shit, because that'll all happen. Millions of people stupider than me have met these base requirements for raising a child.

What my biggest concern is is SCREEN TIME. This is the hill I will die on.

According to experts, kids ages 2-5 should be limited to one hour of "quality" screentime per day (so, like, watching Sesame Street together, not an hour of letting the kid play Angry Birds). Kids under two should have LESS than an hour.

It's fucking scary these days, watching babies handle technology with the grace of a typical adult. They are fucking addicted to screens, even at that young of an age. I go to houses and talk to families for a living, and I always see toddlers or younger glued to their iPads. Left unchecked, that shit continues into their teenage years. I was once interviewing a fifteen-year-old female, attempting to find out if she was raped by her adult half-sibling. It was difficult to talk to her about this subject, not due to the subject matter, but because she was TAKING SELFIES DURING OUR CONVERSATION. She was capturing content for her fucking Snapchat while I was just to talk to her about being molested. It was fucking unbelievable.

I don't want my kids to end up like that. I want my kids to read books. I don't want them to check their smartphone every three minutes. I want my kids to be able to concentrate while doing their homework. I don't want them to fall asleep to Puppy Dog Pals. I want my kids to participate in family dinners with their full attention. I don't want to talk to my son or daughter while s/he has his/her fucking earbuds stuffed in the ears. Etc. Etc.

Who knows if my plan to save my children from the glowing screen will work. I'm not a parent yet. I don't know how successful I'll be with ANY of this shit. I might be a terrible dad, I don't know.

That's where the anxiety comes in again. What if I'm a failure?!

But that shit's boring, like I said, and I have no interest in writing about it here.

Plus, my wife is gonna be fucking killing it as a mother, so I'll be able to lean on her. And my own mom and my own dad and my mother-in-Law and my father-in-Law are all great examples of how to raise a kid. No one is perfect, but they all strived for it when raising their kids, so I get to learn from both their many successes and their (less abundant) failures. And the baby is gonna have a bunch of other supportive family and friends starting minute one. I think we got this, anxieties be damned.

This has been Joe with another check-in about the baby. Join us next time for a novelty picture of my son/daughter holding a Hamm's Special Light can, I guess.

Tuesday, March 27, 2018

The Night That We... (submitted an essay)

PART XVII
Slipped the Essay Under the Door
June 2, 2006

My plan for selecting a college was to pick a few that seemed okay (mostly local), and then ultimately choose based solely on which was going to be the cheapest, after scholarships. That is, if I got any scholarships at all. I wasn't expected to come away empty-handed, based on my "transcript" or whatever the fuck being pretty decent. But I didn't really know what to expect otherwise. AND on top of all that, qualifying for scholarships would require me to hand in packets and essays and all that shit ON TIME, which was not necessarily my strong suit.

I don't miss deadlines, per se, but usually the deadlines are made within minutes of expiration. Kind of my m.o. And so, on that note, I found myself driving to La Salle University on a Friday afternoon the summer before my senior year of HS, essay in hand, hoping I didn't hit traffic so I could slip that shit underneath the doorway at McShain Hall before the deadline.

Did I have to leave a pool party to do this? Yes. But I was shooting for a chance at winning $150K (give or take), so I guess it was worth it.

You know the end of the story. I made the deadline. I got the scholarship. I ended up at La Salle. I made some friends and drank some beers and got in some trouble and met my wife and got that diploma. It didn't feel like it at the time, but looking back at everything that happened afterward, it's shocking and a little frightening how important a day 6/2/06 was in the scope of my life. How many things would've changed had I not made that deadline. Even if THE MOST important thing that's ever happened to me, unequivocally, was meeting Pam, then submitting that essay was directly responsible for making it happen (four years later). I am who I am today because of all the shit that happened at La Salle University.

So what was in the essay? Lucky for you, dear reader, I recently stumbled upon a copy, and have placed it here, below, warts and all, on this very blog post, for your enjoyment. Please excuse the shocking lack of humility presented here; I'm sure my high school guidance counselor insisted that I "sell myself" or whatever, so this was by design.

       My high school years have meant more to me than I ever could have imagined they would. I’ve met wonderful people, developed my intellect and my social skills, and tried new things that changed my life. My eighth-grade self would be pleasantly surprised if he could see me now.
       I am truly grateful for the memories I have of high school, but I realize it is but step one on my journey through life. College is the next big step, so it is important for me to choose where I will fit in best. I have come to the conclusion that La Salle University would be the perfect place to spend my college years. The reason I say this is because La Salle will give me not only the opportunity to continue the activities and challenges I have participated in and loved in high school, but also to expand these activities and broaden my horizon in every aspect of my being.
       One area La Salle would certainly benefit from if I attend would be my leadership. I was selected as an elite Kairos retreat leader this past fall, and have also served as Senior Patrol Leader in my Boy Scout Troop. However, I like to think of myself as a leader in social areas as well. I was once described as a “social butterfly” for my friendships with a vast array of people. Because I tend to be the spoke in the wheel of the social community, so to speak, I am usually the one organizing activities and planning social events. For example, on the first day of school this year I held a “Senior Cookout.” All the seniors gathered in my school’s parking lot at five a.m. that morning for some hot dogs and root beer. It is experiences like this that I will not only cherish, but also transfer to my college life. I will surely show leadership ability at La Salle University.
       An activity I certainly plan to continue at LSU [sic] is the creative arts, namely playing the drums and acting in stage musicals. I have been behind the drumset [sic] since freshman year, both in the school band and in the garage with my garage band [sic?]. However, my favorite musical pastime is the cowbell. My specialty in high school was playing the cowbell at football games with the Pep Band. I played with a fervor unmatched by any fanatic in the stands or mascot on the field. My job was twofold: to keep the band in time, and to get the crowd riled up by starting chants and claps. I would absolutely love to bring this charisma to college, and La Salle can certainly provide me the opportunity to do so.
       Just as I do in band, I also put my heart and soul into acting on stage. Although I only participated in two musicals on La Salle College High School’s stage, it was something I truly enjoyed and at which I worked hard at [sic]. Even the challenging moments, like learning a dance routine dressed up like a clown on stilts, were fun. This is without a doubt something I will continue at LSU [sic], and I promise I will light up the stage.
       I realize that school is not all fun and games like football games and spring musicals; it can be hard work too. Thankfully, I enjoy a good challenge. This is an integral reason I believe I am an excellent candidate for LSU [sic]. I have heard great things about the school’s honors program, and I am positive that I will excell [sic] in it based on my thirst for knowledge and work ethic.
       As anyone can see, my experiences at this Christian Brothers School, La Salle College High School, have not only allowed me to become a better person, but also it has made me want to improve myself even more. Since LSU [sic] is a Christian Brothers’ [sic] institution as well, I am confident that I will do just that – the university will help me become a better person, tenfold more than anything I did in high school. Please give me the chance to prove my worth. I promise I will make La Salle proud.

I'm going to take this opportunity to write another essay, now, twelve years after writing the original. Consider this my final words about La Salle, and how my experiences there shaped me as a person. It's been almost seven years since I graduated. It's time to chill with this shit. It's getting kind of pathetic. This is it. My final thoughts about La Salle University. In essay form.

       My college years had meant more to me than I ever could have imagined they would. My 2006 self would be pleasantly surprised if he could see me now.
       Okay, maybe that's bullshit, I don't know. I have no idea what 2006 Joe was expecting out of 2018 Joe. I'm probably on point—a steady job that I'm proud of, a growing family, a home of my own—but who's to say. Certainly not 2006 Joe. He could barely stumble through writing an essay and handing it in. You think he was thinking about what the fuck life was gonna be like twelve years later? I really only started this essay that way for the symmetry.
       Anyways, La Salle, this is me, writing about you, one final time. And I have a few things to say. I will probably personify you in the process, write as if I was writing to an actual human being, as opposed to what I'm really doing (writing hypothetically to what basically amounts to a large business or corporation).
       I held onto a lot of bitterness about La Salle for a long time. In 2011, I wrote in the Collegian about how I felt La Salle had a low opinion of me personally, but that maybe that opinion was earned, and that I was sorry. For every time I felt like I was fucked over by La Salle, I had to acknowledge that I had done plenty of shit to fuck them over too. I continuously broke the rules on and off campus. It's really no wonder why La Salle had a problem with it.
        But I'm tired of talking about all that. Let's call it even. Here's what I want to tell you, La Salle. I'm here to tell you that I feel like I don't owe you shit.
       This, despite everything good in my life that started at La Salle. Seriously, I can't imagine how different my life would have been had I gone to, like, Villanova (*shudder*).
       But you are not some magical place where people choose to learn and to grow. You are a business, plain and simple. People pay you money, and you give them goods. That's it. It's like, when I pay for my groceries, and I go home and cook dinner, I'm not saying, "Wow, I really owe Shoprite. They provided this great meal for me!" Fuck no. I already paid for the food. It's an exchange.
       So when you hit me up for money, La Salle, I'm gonna say no.
       And I know perhaps it's hypocritical of me to be saying this, due to the fact that I didn't pay a tuition. But let's be real on two facts. 1) You took money where you could. It's not like I didn't pay for La Salle at all. It still took me a few years to pay off my loans, because I owed you so much cash for living at La Salle. I didn't even get my fucking diploma on graduation day because you still wanted some fucking student activity fee or something.
       2) The scholarship was just another form of exchange. You cover my expenses, and I contribute to the community in non-financial ways. That was the deal. That was the whole fucking POINT of that first essay I wrote to you in 2006. I was outlining the ways in which I was going to contribute to your community. I personally think I accomplished this goal. I contributed leadership to the band, energy to the theater, cheap but sincere commentary in the newspaper, a GPA to be proud of, etc.
       If some fucking jabronis who work for you feel like this is all negated because I drank some beers, well then that's on you guys.
       In any case, I am sincerely glad I attended La Salle. My closing statement in my 2006 essay was that I thought La Salle would "help me become a better person." That process was messy and painful and involved plenty of shit that La Salle didn't necessarily condone, but, christ, it definitely came true. I do feel like I am a better person because I attended La Salle.
       So, while I don't think you deserve thanks, and I'm never giving you another fucking dime, I do want you to know that I am appreciative. And I do look back on my La Salle years fondly.
       And that I would recommend La Salle to high school seniors. Sincerely. It's an exchange of goods for services, but it was a good exchange, there on 20th and Olney. I don't regret a single thing.

Monday, March 26, 2018

The Albums That Matter: American Slang

Joe runs through every album on his iPod, mostly in alphabetical order, and offers some brief thoughts. Check out previous columns HERE.


American Slang
The Gaslight Anthem
2010

The narrative, as written now by music critics, is that the Gaslight Anthem blew up with their seminal 2008 album, The '59 Sound, and it was all downhill from there. This narrative was created because the band itself slowly crumbled from 2008 till their break-up in 2015, according to frontman Brian Fallon, and so now, everything Fallon does can be considered a "comeback." And I'm not here to say that I know more about the situation than he does. I can imagine it's tough to spend every waking moment of your life for a decade with the same four people. Bands break up. That's how it goes.

But the narrative of reaching the pinnacle with The '59 Sound and slowly fading away is forgetting one thing. American Slang is better.

There's this grand tradition in music, regarding follow-up albums to a band's breakout effort. A lot of these albums sincerely improve on those break-out albums and everything they accomplished. (The tradition also includes plenty of homers for the follow-up albums in the vocal minority.)

I'm talking about albums that are very similar in nature to that breakout; it's the same deal, but the band muscle it up, clean it, polish it, every song is stronger and louder and crisper and just in general improves in every way what the original album was trying to do. American Slang, to me, fits that description. I fucking love The '59 Sound, and maybe some day when I'm old and gray we can discuss it here on PoYB. But I'll go to bat for American Slang. It's close to a perfect album.

People say the Gaslight Anthem crib their sound from Springsteen, and sometimes, I can see that. Especially how a lot of the songs are that wonderful mix of anthemic statements and specific details. "The Diamond Church Street Choir" is a great example of this. The verses paint the portrait of a specific time and a place, of the kids all hanging out at a basement show, but the chorus then reveals it to be a song about love and loss. Springsteen pulls this shit off all the time, and the Gaslight Anthem are worthy disciples.

But, I wouldn't put too much stock in the Springsteen comparisons, overall. I'd argue that there's a bit more of an edge to American Slang than there is on, like, Born in the U.S.A. The classic rock influences are thick here, but there's plenty of punk rock squeezing the edges, as well as healthy doses of that doo-wop and rockabilly soul that made '59 Sound such a treat too.

It kind of makes me upset that American Slang doesn't get its due nowadays. I can imagine that it has to be incredibly difficult to follow up really well-received album, but American Slang achieves success in its own right, and it deserves to be recognized as such.

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If this album sounds interesting, try this song: "Boxer"



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Stray Observations
  • As for how this album relates to being "American," we have the words of Fallon on the subject: "You call something American anything, you better have something to back that up with... [it's] kind of about my American life, about the things that have happened. They present you this American dream and it’s not like this specific thing, you find out you just have to work." This is a way of looking at it that none of the America [whatever] albums have explored so far in The Albums That Matter. It isn't that the "American dream" is false, per se. It's just that it's not complicated. The dream is to keep doing what you're doing. We're already living this shit, it's not really anything you can aspire to. That's my interpretation of Fallon's words and/or this album, anyway.
  • I always forget how short this album is, in and out in less than 35 minutes. Sometimes less is more, folks.
  • FRONT COVER: I couldn't find Fallon giving any insight from the corners of the web, so we're on our own this time, folks. It looks to be a collage of photos of "American life" as it were. A random street, a subway sign, a mug of beer, a guitar amp. It's painting a picture of normalcy, "this is how it was/is in America," etc. (I can't figure out what the top-right photo is of, though. I can't find a picture on the internet big enough for me to really examine it. Someone with a vinyl copy, hit me up!)
  • This album is probably gonna hit the Top 20 of the 2010s when PoYB covers that shit in twenty months. See ya then.

NEXT TIME: American Utopia by David Byrne

Sunday, March 25, 2018

FUCK VILLANOVA (our rivals!)


This is an indirect response to Villanova's current run in the NCAA Tournament. This is not a direct response to that team's success. A direct response would start something like "FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK" and continue from there.

No, what I want to do here is sum up an ongoing argument I've been having with a friend for the past few months. It's a somewhat sprawling, and weirdly philosophical, argument. It started, of course, because he can't understand why I hate the Villanova Wildcats so much. And I tried to explain it to him.

My explanation skipped over the implied nature of sports in general. Mainly, that rooting for a certain sports team over another sports team is silly and stupid and completely arbitrary, when you think about it too much. You like one team and you hate other teams, and it's all decided by geographical boundaries that were drawn centuries ago. But rooting for a team to win a game is a FUN thing to do, and so, as long as you take it just seriously enough, it remains just a fun thing to do. (Of course, some people take it way too seriously, and end up murdering someone in the parking lot outside the stadium. This is not what sports are for.)

But so, okay, let's assume that this is all arbitrary and just for fun. And assume that you are tied to rooting for ONE team for whatever reason, and so you root for that team passionately, and you root AGAINST other teams.

There are a lot of sports teams, though, and it's not worth your time to passionately root against every team in every situation. Of course, whoever your team is playing against at any given game, you are rooting against that other team, no questions asked. But there are certain teams that you would root against more passionately than others. And there are certain games that your team is playing that you get REALLY excited for.

Typically, these special teams, the ones that you especially despise, these teams are known as "rivals."

I have stated repeatedly that I don't like Villanova because they are a rival of MY TEAM (the basketball team of my alma mater, La Salle University). My friend stated, "but they aren't rivals." The argument that me and my friend were having, then, started as "Why do you hate Villanova?" but morphed into "what constitutes being a 'rival?'"

And it's a good question! What exactly do we mean when we call a team a "rival team?" Why are some teams considered rivals and some are not?

In my opinion, sports rivalries consist of two factors, and in order for two teams to be rivals, it has to meet BOTH criteria.

1) The teams share proximity to each other, either literally (in the same geographical area) or figuratively (in the same conference or division or however the particular sport groups together teams in the standings).

2) The teams have a significant shared history (and "significant" is subjective).

Let's look at some examples:

a) The Eagles and Cowboys are rivals. Even though Philly and Dallas are not close, the two teams are in the NFC East. And there have been plenty of important match-ups throughout the years between these two teams.

b) The Flyers and the Devils are rivals. The teams are close geographically AND are in the same division. Plenty of classic matchups.

c) The Phillies and the Blue Jays are NOT rivals. They are not in the same conference or division, nor is Toronto particularly close to Philly. They played a World Series against each other in '93, but that's pretty much the only significant matchup. Not enough to be rivals.

d) The Eagles and the Steelers are NOT rivals. Though they are close geographically, there isn't enough shared history to constitute a true rivalry.

e) The Eagles and the Patriots are NOT rivals. There is significant shared history, I'd argue, what with the two teams meeting up twice in the Super Bowl, and splitting the two games at one win apiece. But the Patriots are in the AFC, Boston isn't next door to Philly necessarily, and there are some years that the two teams don't even see each other at all.

So does a match-up between the La Salle Explorers and the Villanova Wildcats constitute a rivalry? Using my definition of rivals, I would argue YES.

1) The two teams are close geographically, for sure, with La Salle being in Philly, and Villanova acting like they are Philly even though they are in the suburbs, but still, I'll admit, close enough to Philly that they are geographically close. And they are in different divisions (La Salle in the A10, Nova in the Big East), but they are both part of the unofficial "Big 5" in Philly, which is important enough that the two teams play each other at least once a year.

2) The two teams have a shared history. Like I said, the Big 5 all play each other every year. They reward the best of those teams with an actual trophy. La Salle and Villanova aren't necessarily good at the same time, but every time they play, the worse team (usually La Salle, sure) gives the better team a run for their money.

The (weak) counterargument to this? "There's no way these teams can be rivals because La Salle's basketball program sucks." I'm not going to argue that La Salle has a good basketball team. They don't, and they haven't in a while (2013 was a fluke). But how good a team is has nothing to do with whether a team can be a rival. You think it would be okay to root for the Mets in the World Series, regardless of how terrible the Phillies were that year? No way. Your team's shittiness doesn't negate the need to hate your team's rival. TERRIBLE argument.

Another argument I got was that I was "jealous" of Nova's basketball team. Beyond being ridiculously juvenile logic, I am aware that this is just a tactic adherent to rivalries. You insult your rivals and the people who root for them, even if the insults don't make sense. Do I honestly believe that the players on the Wildcats are all "rich snobby douchebags from the suburbs?" Nah, but I'm gonna call them that anyway, because they are my rivals.

I guess the main reason my friend is so adamant about disagreeing with my definition of "rivals" is that my friend attended La Salle University, and yet, he's still rooting for Villanova. Which, to me, makes him a traitor. And I think at the end of the day, he knows he is a traitor, but is just too ashamed to admit it. I wouldn't be surprised if he started rooting for the New York Giants to win the Super Bowl.

So, to end this argument: Fuck Villanova. They are our team's rival, and so they can go fuck themselves in their boring whitebread vanilla assholes with a rusty fork. I'm ending the typing of this blog post as Nova tips off against Texas Tech in the Elite 8 round of the tournament. I hope the Wildcats lose by ten thousand points, and their bus crashes on the way home (with no major injuries). And some day, I'll be able to root for the team I want to, MY team, the La Salle Explorers, in the NCAA tournament. Until then, I'll have to settle for rooting passionately against La Salle's rival. Fuck Villanova. Fuck anyone who went to another Big 5 school who is currently rooting for Villanova. Traitors. Fuck the Wildcats. FUCK.

Friday, March 23, 2018

TV Makes You Sober: Celebrating Underage Drinking in Sitcoms

Portraying underage drinking in television media is something that requires a bit of nuance for it to really be effective. The intended purpose of these portrayals—trying to get teens to think twice about drinking while underage—is rarely achieved.

It probably doesn't help that all of these episodes were written by middle-aged writers. It's difficult to really capture the mindset of a teenager in that type of situation when you're so many decades removed from experiencing it yourself. Plenty of other scenarios in sitcoms can be experienced by adults and children alike, and so these emotions and actions and decisions are universal. Underage drinking is not universal. Underage drinking stops when you reach a certain age. There aren't any 29-year-olds worrying about underage drinking on a Saturday night.

I've been wanting to write this blog post for years now (probably ever since I posted this lazy bullshit on PoYB), and I feel like it's either now or never. Soon I'll be a decade removed from my own experiences drinking underage. I'll start to forget what it all really meant. So let's do this shit.

I've compiled seven episodes of television (mostly sitcoms) about underage drinking, and wrote about each one. I judged each episode on two criteria.

First, how ACCURATE is the episode in portraying the phenomenon of underage drinking? Not everyone gets loaded off their first beer, not everyone acts like a loud, brash moron after two beers, not everyone tells their parents or lies to their parents in the same way. So, in other words, how true to life is the underage drinking? Is it fantastical, or subtle?

Second, how JUDGEMENTAL are the characters in the show toward underage drinking? Underage drinking is not the worst thing in the world. We all do it, and we (mostly) survived. I value characters in the show who were able to understand that. Characters that had misgivings but were fair in their punishments, and were clear that they were only punishing so to make the teenage offender think about his/her actions, not because "alcohol is evil" or any of that. (The characters, of course, are vessels of the writers, directors, showrunners, etc., and so my judgment of a particular character can be counted as a judgment of the show itself as well.)

I'm not really sure if this exercise has a point, per se. I think I just really enjoy watching terrible '90s sitcoms try to tackle "sensitive" subjects. And there is no more sensitive subject here on Puke on Your Birthday than drinking, right?!

Boy Meets World


"If You Can't Be with the One You Love..."
Episode 5x18

PLOT: The episodes starts with Cory and Topanga broken up, and Cory is hurting. There's a big party at some chick's house, but Cory wasn't invited because he's been too much of a sad sack. He shows up anyway, and ends up being the life of the party. But surprise! It was only because he was drunk the whole time! Because by the looks of it, Cory only needs like one ounce of whisky to get loaded! So anyways, him and Shawn are doing shots in the bathroom. Post-party, they pay some dude to buy them a sixer, they keep drinking, and then they piss on a cop car. Arrested. Cory's dad blames this whole debacle on Shawn, so then it turns into a whole separate issue of unfairly blaming the kid with the rough background. Even after Cory's dad apologizes, this is fuel for Shawn to continue drinking. He lives with his older brother, so there are plenty of beers in the fridge to drink. Shawn gets loaded all week (including in class!), acts in general like an asshole, abuses his girlfriend, etc. At the end of the day, we all learned a lesson. Shawn has alcoholism in his genes so he has to be careful, especially as a teenager.

ACCURATE?: I'd argue that it started off accurate and then went completely off the rails. The fact that Cory, or any teen, would bring a fifth to a party to liven it up and make you the life of the party? Sure, I can absolutely buy that, because I lived that shit. But the peeing on the cop car bit? No teenager, no matter how drunk, is going to do something that stupid, right? Right?! [insert link of drunk Philly teen punching a police horse] Okay, but then the strong melodrama started with Shawn all of a sudden being an alcoholic. I don't really think it happens that way. No one is going to go from zero to 60 like Shawn did during this episode. It was a little too much.

JUDGEMENTAL?: Yeah, it's a little judgmental, but mainly concerning the whole Shawn debacle that ends the episode. Shawn's older brother (whose name I'm too lazy to look up) gets super preachy at the end. I mean, I guess he's not wrong; their dad WAS an alcoholic, and so Shawn DOES have to be more careful. But the episode is really heavy handed about that lesson. I prefer the lesson from Cory's half of the episode, where he alleges that he is "cute" when drunk, but admits that, yeah, he should take a little easy with the boozing, at least while he's still in high school. (And, in case the episode's messages weren't laid on thick enough...)

The Cosby Show


"I'm 'In' with the 'In" Crowd"
Episode 6x3

PLOT: This is the very first episode of The Cosby Show I've ever watched in my life, and man, is it creepy watching this shit now. I'll admit though, I laughed at a few jokes. Cosby's deadpan delivery was spot on. Too bad he's a serial rapist in real life. ANYWAYS, Cosby's daughter Vanessa goes to a party, a boring one, and she and the other girls decide to liven it up by playing a drinking game. With bourbon! Smash cut to everyone rolling around the room, throwing up, generally acting like drunk teenagers are wont to do. Everyone is surprisingly responsible, though, and call their designated drivers (cabs, siblings) for a ride home. Vanessa's sister has a tough time of it, but eventually gets her home and into bed. It's immediately clear to Dr. and Mrs. Huxtable that Vanessa is fucked up. They punish her the next day by tricking her. The whole family plays the same "drinking game," except Vanessa doesn't know until the very end that it's shots of iced tea. Gotchya!

ACCURATE?: I'd actually have to say yes. At some point I made note that the young actresses at the party seemed to be "overacting," but the more I thought about it, the more I realized that the acting was probably accurate. Sixteen-year-olds tend to overact in real life after two or three shots of bourbon. The scene where Denise tries to drag Vanessa's drunk ass upstairs into bed is similarly overacted and yet so fucking accurate. Having to deal with a drunk load is a rite of passage.

JUDGMENTAL?: Surprisingly... not at all. Zero preaching from the Huxtables regarding Vanessa's actions. They are disappointed, for sure, but at the same time seem to realize that getting drunk at sixteen is indeed a rite of passage. All they do is play some tricks on her while she's hungover. It's even acknowledged that there might be some valid reasons that Vanessa would drink in the first place: 1) that she feels pressure from being in such a normal family with high expectations, 2) that she was bored. AND none of this is sappy or overbearing. While it's never condoned, the underage drinking is understood. Boy, it's a shame that the least judgmental depiction of this issue had to come from the show starring the women-drugging rapist.

Degrassi: The Next Generation


"Message in a Bottle"
Episode 2x16

PLOT: Goddamn, do I love Degrassi. This whole exercise might have been a big excuse just to rewatch another episode of this goddamn show. I'm going to type out the plot assuming that you are as big a Degrassi fan as I am, and don't need to be walked through who is who. Okay, so—we start with Emma tutoring Sean in his slum apartment, where he lives with his brother. This scene establishes that Sean lives a tough lower-class life. He even has a hole in his sock! Later, Sean and Jimmy make peace over a prior incident (fuck, I can't believe I can't remember what they were fighting about), but so Jimmy invites Sean to his banger that night (Jimmy's parents are out of town). Before Sean goes to that, he's gotta suffer through a corny sushi dinner with Emma and her Mom (Spike) and Stepdad (Snake). Sean feels awkward because he's not used to these upper-middle-class families treating him all nice and whatnot, so in response, Sean drinks a bunch of sake(?) from Spike's liquor cabinet. Sean goes from being awkward to being a drunk dick, and exits the dinner to head over to Jimmy's. (Jimmy is Drake the rapper, by the way). Like Cory in Boy Meets World, Sean is the life of the party at first. But then he spots the liquor cabinet, and grabs a bottle. Emma shows up, sees Sean drunk, gets pissed, they tussle, Sean drops the bottle and effectively ends the party because Jimmy's pissed that Sean wasted his parents' vodka. (Also, some other bullshit happens with Jimmy and Ashley, but it's not relevant to the drinking storyline.) Spike comes to pick up Emma and Sean. Sean admits he drank because he feels like a "loser."

ACCURATE?: Kind of. I appreciate the fact that the party scene at Jimmy's seemed like an accurate party that a ninth grader would throw. I'll even buy that Jimmy's reaction to the smashed liquor bottle would be accurate. While I personally tried not to freak out if something broke during my parties, I recall fondly freakouts from friends when, say, someone peed in a broken toilet or something. What I guess I'm struggling with, accuracy-wise, is whether Sean's episodic arc was legit. I don't doubt that a kid in eighth grade who's in his position would feel awkward when they're out of their element like Sean. But I don't know if turning to alcohol is actually a thing that kids would do here. ESPECIALLY right in the middle of a fucking dinner with your girlfriend's parents? So brazen. I'm not saying it's never happened, but I am saying that it's rare, an overreaction.

JUDGMENTAL?: C'mon now, this is Degrassi we're talking about. No judgement from the show, ever. I don't even think the lesson here had anything to do with drinking. Mainly, Emma (and, by extension, Spike) is concerned with Sean's self-sabotage, that he would wreck a dinner and then wreck a party just because he felt bad about himself. It was noted that Sean was wrong to drink in the first place, but the drinking was almost incidental to the larger point. No, Degrassi played this episode with a deft hand. We would deal with the drinking on many more occasions in future Degrassi episodes, and the show was usually way more heavy-handed with it.

Family Matters


"Tips for a Better Life"
Episode 7x16

PLOT: Holy hell, this was almost unbearable to watch. To start, almost two-thirds of the episode dealt with the exploits of Steve Urkel. Urkel launches a TV through the living room ceiling, and then transforms into his alter ego, Stephan Urquelle, to... raise money to fix the ceiling? ...by playing piano at a coffee shop? I cannot believe that people in the '90s actually watched this fucking shit. But, okay, so the drinking part of the episode concerned Eddie getting drunk at a frat house, and coming home. Carl (his dad) finds him drunk, and lays the smackdown. They have a stilted conversation that ends with Carl saying he's going to kick Eddie out of the house if this happens again. Of course, it happens again, and Carl stays true to his word, and kicks Eddie out. At the last minute (after a talking to by comedy relief-turned-serious Waldo), Eddie realizes his mistake, promises never to drink again, and is allowed to stay at home, in his father's warm embrace.

ACCURATE?: Split. The actions of Eddie are accurate; the reactions of Carl are not. Eddie is nineteen years old here, and so it makes sense that he would party at a frat house and get drunk. It would even make sense that he would come home, cocky, refusing to admit that he did anything wrong. Carl, however, does not react how a father of a nineteen-year-old would react, I think (maybe I was just lucky to have chill parents?). Carl is way over the top. Your son, who will be 21 in less than two years, and is currently a legal adult, comes home drunk twice and you want to boot him from the house? Damn, dude.

JUDGMENTAL?: 100% the most judgmental of any episode I watched. And I say this mainly based on the studio audience reactions, or lack thereof, in this episode. When Carl says shit like, "college isn't for 'party hardy,'" or "drinking will take you down a road with dead ends," the audience is dead silent. No laughs. In fact, when Carl bellows "I don't need a drink to have a good time, and neither do you!" the live studio audience fucking claps and cheers. They cheer again when Waldo (again, ostensibly the comic relief in most episodes) says "when you drink, you're a different person, and he's not my friend." The message is laid thick here: drinking is bad! Don't do it! When Eddie realizes he done wrong, the music is uplifting, father and some hug it out, and presumably, Eddie never drinks again. LAME.

Full House


"Just Say No Way"
Episode 3x21
[broken link, watch it on Netflix]

PLOT: Let's pretend the cold open never happened, okay? Can we all just pretend that Uncle Joey never accidentally ate a bubblegum sandwich? Thank you. We can also ignore the B-plot of Uncle Jesse playing guitar with the pep band at their high school dance, and the C-plot about Michelle being obsessed with "Baby Beluga." I'd be okay with that too. The meat of the episode concerns underage drinking. DJ and Kimmy are planning the school dance, and DJ wants to attend with this little jabroni named Kevin. Kevin (who appears to be seven years old) goes into the hallway with his friends during the dance, and cracks open some beers. Right there in the school hallway. DJ discovers this, gets upset at the beer and the fact that beer is then spilled on her, and for her troubles, the shitbirds call her "uncool." DJ, in response, grabs a beer and pretends to be "cool," saying shit like "oh, I need to be drunk to be cool! Look at me!" Etc. While she's making fun of these kids, Uncle Jesse sees the act, but thinks that she is ACTUALLY drinking and trying to be cool. It's all a misunderstanding, you see. So the episode turns into no one believing DJ that she was trying to prevent drinking. Finally, Kevin bites the bullet and fesses up to Danny, saying that DJ was doing the right thing. Jesse and DJ make nice. All is forgiven.

ACCURATE?: Nah, man. I find it hard to believe that thirteen-year-olds would be so fucking laissez-faire about cracking beers right outside the auditorium. And while I can see thirteen-year-olds like DJ being totally against the idea of drinking, I can't see her reaction being as overwrought as it was. I mean, if I'm thirteen and I see kids drinking at school, I don't confront them, I get the fuck out of there, ya know? That would've prevented the whole misunderstanding with Uncle Jesse from happening. The whole things plays false, almost like... an episode of Full House.

JUDGMENTAL?: Yeah, man. But the rub is that everyone here is on the same page. DJ isn't arguing about whether she should be drinking or not. The conflict in the home only arises because of a misunderstanding. Since everyone is all on the same page, the show gets to make some broad, judgmental statements about drinking. Uncle Jesse even blames rock stars for sending the wrong message! Jeez. Then he says to DJ: "I'm proud of you for making the right decision." To which DJ replies: "It's not that hard to say no. Those kids were acting like idiots." Which, I mean, yeah, I agree, but still. Not much nuance here. It's almost like this was... an episode of Full House.

Roseanne


"One for the Road"
Episode 2x14

PLOT: Becky is staying home with her friend to work on their history project while the rest of the family goes to grandmom's house. Becky says that she can handle being alone, and promises not to "burn the house down." Becky and friend, in the excitement of being left alone in the house, start exchanging stories about past drinking experiences. Becky ups the ante and mixes some cocktails with liquor from her parents' cabinet. First, there's the fear and anxiousness of starting to drinking. Then, there are the two fourteen-year-olds being drunk idiots and puking, etc. But Becky seemingly gets away with it, even when the rest of the family gets home. That is, until the friend's mom comes over to the house and blows the whistle on the whole affair. Becky gets yelled at, grounded, and Roseanne ends it by saying "We can't trust you anymore" (while Dan attaches a padlock to the liquor cabinet).

ACCURATE?: This is probably the most accurate of the seven episodes I watched. Everything rang true. It's true that Becky would want to experiment with alcohol for reasons of "being bored" (but, really, because you could and it's scary and exciting to try it for the first time). It's true that the parents would be pissed. It's accurate the level at which Roseanne and Dan reacted; they didn't make broad statements about never drinking again, but they did take it seriously, and were pissed at Becky in an appropriate and believable way. Kudos.

JUDGMENTAL?: It wasn't really judgmental either. I mean, obviously it didn't condone fourteen-year-olds drinking. But the outrageous concern, that Becky was going to become a "boozer," came from the mouth of Becky's younger sister, indicating to me that the show was acknowledging this was an equally immature concern. The parents weren't even necessarily concerned with the drinking, because they probably were experimenting when they were fourteen as well. The main concern is that Becky lied to them and stole from them and ruined the trust they had in her. These are legitimate concerns for the characters and for the show. There was concern with the drinking too, but only because it was pointed out that "grown-ups drink for the wrong reasons," and so it was concerning that a fourteen-year-old would be doing the same. Damn, I was surprised how good this episode was at portraying this whole issue. Like Cosby, this was the first episode of Roseanne I ever watched. And like Cosby, it will probably be the only episode for now because of Roseanne's personal views and actions in real life. Too bad, because I really enjoyed this episode, and found it to lack judgment where it counted.

Saved by the Bell


"Drinking and Driving"
Episode 4x10
[broken link, watch it on Peacock]

PLOT: Woo boy, this was almost as painful as the Family Matters episode. I get that Saved by the Bell was not made with 29-year-old douchebags in mind, but still. So word around school is that there is a toga party this Thursday night. The whole gang attends. The host is a football player, who is portrayed as so dumb that I can't even imagine how he dresses himself in the morning. Slater doesn't want to drink at first, but eventually is peer-pressured. He, in turn, peer pressures Kelly. Only Tori and Screech refrain from imbibing. Smash cut to everyone being "wasted." Zack decides to drunk drive Kelly's mom's car (a Mercedes!), of course, and (in a scene can only be described as the pinnacle of cheap '90s sitcom filming) drunk drives right into a tree. Everyone seems to be okay, and they tow it to Zack's house. The lies the kids have to tell the adults about the incident start to add up. Kelly has to pretend to be her mom on the phone to Zack's dad. Slater has to lie about his elbow injury. Screech has to... steal car parts from shop class? Etc. It's slapstick comedy, yo. Finally, it all comes crashing down, when the adults get together and realize that it's all bullshit. Plus everyone is so guilty about lying. Everyone is grounded by their respective parents. That's pretty much it.

ACCURATE?: I'm loathe to say yes, because the overall plot is stupid and nonsensical and takes too many wacky left turns to really be considered "accurate" as a whole. However, when you examine each individual scene, there's a decent amount of accuracy to go around. First, there's the toga party. People get drunk and act the appropriate amount of stupid. There are a few people who refrain but they don't make a big deal about it. Kids lie to their parents as much as they can to get away with a fuck-up. I can even personally attest to having experienced that sinking feeling when you realize that you told two different parents two different stories and now those parents are talking and you're fucked (sorry, Matt S., I shouldn't have let that 2007 lie spiral out of control like that). Points taken away, for sure, for the whole drunk driving thing. Sure, there are idiot high schoolers that drunk drive, but everyone these days knows that that shit is wrong. It's been sufficiently beat into our brains. You're not gonna find four high schoolers together who are all willing to get into a car with a drunk driver. Maybe it was different in the early '90s??

JUDGMENTAL?: Yup. The show allows no wiggle room here. Underage drinking is presented, in clear black and white, as BAD. There's peer pressure ("c'mon, it's just a beer!"). There's nonchalant drunk driving. There's the "aching guilt" of telling so many lies. There's a pissed dad yelling "You risked throwing away your life for a couple of beers, then you lied about it!" At no point is it explored why these kids might be drinking. At the end of the day, per Saved by the Bell, drinking is WRONG, and you are certainly going to lose your driving privileges over it. To be fair, the characters in this show were extraordinarily stupid, more so than Eddie and Becky and Vanessa combined. So maybe the judgment is warranted.

So maybe when I'm talking about whether a TV show is judgmental about underage drinking, I'm really judging the show myself, based on how appropriately they lay their judgment out on the table. None of these shows say "underage drinking is okay," and at the end of the day, I'll admit, it's not. But the punishment should fit the crime. If a parent acts irresponsibly with dealing with this (very common) issue of underage drinking, then they are just as bad. Cheers, then, to the parents, fictional or nonfictional, who understand that teenagers can fuck up, and can do stupid things, especially when it comes to alcohol, but who also understand that this is a way of life, and that there are certain logical ways of using these incidents to impart life lessons.

Thursday, March 22, 2018

The Albums That Matter: American Idiot

Joe runs through every album on his iPod, mostly in alphabetical order, and offers some brief thoughts. Check out previous columns HERE.


American Idiot
Green Day
2004

I've defended this album as one of the all-time great ever since I received a burned copy from my second-cousin-not-related Joey G. (who has popped up on PoYB recently here and here). I'm talking serious here: push comes to shove, I think I'd slot American Idiot in my top ten albums of all time (at #10, almost certainly, but still). And when I say I'm "defensive" of this album, I don't know exactly who I'm defending it against. The "haters"? For real, check out what I wrote about this album in 2008 in my college newspaper (for my Top Ten Albums of the 21st Century So Far list):
8) American Idiot by Green Day—Aha! I can hear the music snobs scoffing already at my choice for number eight. "Green Day is so lame," they will say. Maybe they are, but so what? My 20th birthday is coming up in two weeks, and if I want to listen to a teenage angst album to savor my teenage years, then deal with it.
So fucking defensive. Yet, ten years after I wrote that, I kind of still agree with all of it. Yes, Green Day is kind of lame. This album, especially the first half, is full of "Hot Topic Teen Politics". The big insult lobbed toward George Bush is that he's an "idiot," for christ's sake. Armstrong calls himself a "f****t" in an attempt to be edgy. Etc.

But the message here, that a generation has grown up disillusioned by corrupt politicians and numbing commercial corporations, is spot on, speaking as someone who is a part of that generation. Who can't relate to Jesus of Suburbia, who would rather run away from it all than deal with the constant stream of bullshit?

Oh yeah, I guess I should mention at this point that, in the grand tradition of classic rock ludicrousness, American Idiot is a rock opera, telling the story of the depressed and socially constrained protagonist Jesus of Suburbia, his once-girlfriend Whatsername, his alter ego St. Jimmy, et al. This is Green Day's take on Tommy, and if you think Tommy's tales of deaf, dumb, blind cult leaders is campy fun, then you're gonna have a blast here.

The music on American Idiot, it must be said, is fucking unimpeachable. UNLIKE Tommy, every song on American Idiot is not only part of the story, but also a great fucking song unto itself. Seriously. Name a bad song here. Can't be done.

I'm not going to lie, radio in the mid-'00s did their best to ruin the singles for me. How many times have I heard "Wake Me Up When September Ends"? So many times that I was starting to empathize with St. Jimmy blowing his brains out in "Homecoming." Which I would call ironic, because the town our protagonist is trying to escape is "Jingletown, U.S.A.," and yet the songs on American Idiot were themselves then turned into jingles. Seriously, when you can hear "Holiday" on an episode of CSI: NY, you know that the whole point of that fucking song has gone over people's heads.

Still, it's been a while since these songs have been unavoidable in public, and so I've come back around on the big hits. I can appreciate "Boulevard of Broken Dreams" now better than I could when WMMR couldn't stop jamming it down our throats.

And collectively, the songs on American Idiot hang tightly together. The story is dumb and lame and riveting and frightening and fun. And if you're having trouble following along, you can always check out American Idiot, the Broadway Show.

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If this album sounds interesting, try this song: "Jesus of Suburbia"



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Stray Observations
  • American Idiot won Best Rock Album at the 2005 Grammys, and, until this year, was the last truly deserving album to win that award. Man, fuck the Grammys.
  • According to legend, American Idiot almost wasn't a thing. The band was working on songs more in the vein of their traditional pop punk sound, but the masters were stolen. The band said fuck it, started over, and American Idiot was born. The band later said in 2016 that the lost tapes were finally found, and they were using them for new ideas. I wonder if anything on follow-up Revolution Radio came from them.
  • FRONT COVER: A hand holding a heart-shaped grenade. The image is schlocky but, at this point, definitely iconic. 
  • My old high school garage band, Burholme, performed "Jesus of Suburbia" in full during shows... kind of. We also added some classic Green Day songs in the middle sections as part of a medley. In retrospect, playing the "hits" in the middle of this song kind of misses the point of the song itself. We are bad fans.

NEXT TIME: American Slang by the Gaslight Anthem

Wednesday, March 21, 2018

The Albums That Matter: American Football

Joe runs through every album on his iPod, mostly in alphabetical order, and offers some brief thoughts. Check out previous columns HERE.


American Football
American Football
1999

As I indicated in my New Year's Resolutions, I was going to try to delete some music this year. And I have been doing it; it's probably the only resolution I've actually kept so far. American Football was on my list of possible cuts, but I said fuck it and gave it one more shot. I'm happy to report that American Football is not bad enough to be deleted from my iPod.

In fact, it's pretty good, after a few listens! I guess I've never really connected with this album. Maybe I never gave it its proper due.

Labeled as "emo math rock," the time signatures aren't that complicated, but they do definitely go beyond 4/4 sometimes. The emo part is spot on, though. The lyrics read like some bad poetry I would write in high school. "The long-awaited kiss / how does it feel / to know / we've rewritten history." Hmm.

Some of it gets exciting, lyrics be damned. The busy drums pick things up significantly on "I'll See You When We're Both Not So Emotional," and the opener "Never Meant" starts things off strong. Otherwise, you can bank on not getting too hyped up over any of the songs. This is a tranquilizer album, not a stimulant album.

I feel like I'm talking too much about the negatives of American Football, when the truth is, I can find use for this mellow, contemplative record. This is driving-home-after-a-party music. This is sun-coming-over-the-horizon-at-the-ocean's-edge music. This is... well that's probably it. But it does have purpose and I do find myself sucked into the music and relaxing more and more each song.

American Football is labeled as a "cult status" record. The album was recorded and released in 1999 to limited fanfare. So limited, in fact, that the band broke up. But over time, more and more people fell in love with the thing. By the time it was reissued in 2014, the album landed at 68 on the Billboard 200. Not too shabby for a sad, interesting little emo record.

I wonder if the album would have been as beloved if it was just the first in a long string of similar American Football albums, or if this was a matter of less-is-more. Indeed, American Football released a second album seventeen years later, also called American Football. The 2016 album was reviewed pretty well, by the looks of it, but does anyone really remember it? And doesn't it tarnish the legend of the original album just a little bit?

Speaking as a guy who isn't over the moon about the original American Football, I don't really have the right to say one way or the other.

All I can say is I appreciate American Football for what it is (tricky, somber, relaxing), and so it stays on my iPod for the next time the mood strikes.

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If this album sounds interesting, try this song: "But the Regrets Are Killing Me"



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Stray Observations
  • Didn't mention the trumpet, which comes in exactly twice, and fucking kills it both times. Wikipedia describes this album as having jazz elements, and the trumpet sections are really the only times I agree with that assessment. 
  • Wiki also indicates that the band chose the song titles pretty much at the same time as designing the album packaging. Otherwise, to the band they were known as, like, "The B sharp song" or whatever. It's nice to have a band admit when their song names are completely arbitrary, as opposed to, like, Of Montreal's byzantine bullshit titles.
  • FRONT COVER: It's the outside of a house from the college campus of the band members. The photo, too, was arbitrary, per the band. Here it is on google maps. Here is a video for "Never Meant" that takes place in and around the house.
  • Not much here about what it means to be "American." So this makes American Football more like American Beauty, as opposed to American Band and american dream. In fact, this might be the LEAST American title, since only Europeans would call the sport "American football." We just call it "football." Fuck soccer!!!

NEXT TIME: American Idiot by Green Day

Tuesday, March 20, 2018

The Albums That Matter: american dream

Joe runs through every album on his iPod, mostly in alphabetical order, and offers some brief thoughts. Check out previous columns HERE.


american dream
LCD Soundsystem
2017

Sometimes the story behind an album's existence completely overshadows the music on the album itself. That is the case here. I'd like to make a brief effort to talk about the music first, then, before discussing (bitching?) about how the album came to be.

The songs here are mainly about four subjects: 1) "The world is turning to shit," 2) "and some people have died (or are dead to me)," 3) "and we are still getting old," 4) "but LCD Soundsystem is back whether you like it or not." I never had an issue with Murphy singing about any of these subjects. I can dig it, for the most part.

1) The anxiety presented in the lyrics throughout the record fit nicely in our current trumpian times. "call the police," probably the album's best track, gives an especially thorough litany of all the various ways in which society is fucked. The title track is about how the "American Dream" is no longer applicable.

2) The album falters a couple times in terms of this content. "how do you sleep?" just takes way too long to get to where it's going (though I can appreciate the self-acknowledgment that presenting grievances in such a public forum does nothing to help the situation). And "black screen," Murphy's ode to David Bowie, reminds me too much of all the other assholes that took to social media to declare Bowie their "hero," which to me is a lot of hot air and pretense. "black screen" is no different.

3) "tonite" (okay, maybe THIS is the best track) is all about that feeling after those nights when you are "living in the moment," because when you feel like the night is perfect, then it's all downhill from there. This is the type of song that requires repeated listens, because at first, all you hear are the CLASSIC LCD Soundsystem sounds that are all over this song. But there's more to it than the throwback rhythms.

Honestly, the reason it took me so goddamn long to get into this album is because, well, it's not really like other LCD Soundsystem records. The ratio of FUN songs to NOT FUN songs is totally reversed here. I count maybe three songs you could describe as "fun jams" on american dream. I get it, Murphy et al were trying to create a different sound here, on more fit for our times. It was just jarring at first. I'm starting to get it. This is the LCD album we needed, even if it wasn't necessarily the one I wanted.

4) Okay, I guess it's time to talk about the fact that this is a "return" album for LCD Soundsystem.

tl;dr In 2011, James Murphy decided that the upcoming LCD Soundsystem shows would be the band's final. Much hoopla was made, including a sold-out run of "farewell" shows at Madison Square Garden, an accompanying documentary about the shows and the band, and, well, very expensive tickets for the experience. But then so you can imagine when the band announces they are BACK a sparse five years later, those same fans that shelled out all that money would be understandably pissed. I used to scoff when my aunt would pay big bucks for a show on Kiss' third or fourth rendition of a "farewell tour," and yet here was the supposedly untouchable LCD Soundsystem pulling the same bullshit.

I've read arguments on both sides. I can wholeheartedly empathize with the poor suckers who spent a cool grand on a MSG show in 2011 and feel bamboozled. I also kind of see Murphy's point, that he was making music anyway in 2016 and that it would feel weird to call it anything but "LCD Soundsystem," because that's what it clearly was, so fuck it.

I feel like my opinion falls in the middle there somewhere. I would roll my eyes more at Murphy if I wasn't the same fucking way, i.e., in love with the romantic notion of a meaningful and well-earned and well-celebrated goodbye, but at the same time struggle so much with saying goodbye in the first place. (Look no further than 4/19/13's "Final Keg at My Parents' House" event that I hosted, only to continually throw parties in five years since.)

And it's not like James Murphy isn't hyper-aware of all the issues he raises and the fans that he's hurt and the off-putting nature of the whole comeback thing. Look at "emotional haircut" with lines like "It seems that I've been misunderstood" and "It's just hard to do whatever you please." Murphy is struggling with what the continued existence of LCD Soundsystem really means.

At the end of the day, though: "It puts me on my feet / It puts me on the floor." That's pretty much it.

[okay back to] 3) Murphy has been writing songs about time growing shorter and you growing older from the very first single, "Losing My Edge." Honestly, the more I think about it, all that nostalgia bullshit should be right up my alley, based on all the toxic nostalgia I obsess over, here at PoYB.

But I've always held the band at a distance. Murphy sings continuously about a time that I never knew (early '00s New York), and so why would I miss it? Call it saudade. I'm not really a fan of that shit, of missing something I never knew.

Still, american dream takes it a step further, and I think that's why I dig the content here on american dream more so than LCD's previous albums. It's no longer about losing what you had during that specific time. LCD is now questioning what it means to lose the past in general. What it means to be old, and what our reaction to our advancing ages means too.

Anyways, it's a good album.

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If this album sounds interesting, try this song: "i used to"



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Stray Observations
  • I still haven't read Meet Me in the Bathroom, an oral history of indie rock in early '00s New York, so give me a break if anything above is incorrect or inaccurate. I'm like twelfth in line on the library wait list (I was sixteenth on the list a few months ago, so I might be able to read it by the end of 2019!).
  • And I'm sorry if what I wrote above was scatterbrained. For the past few albums, I've been listening, taking notes on the blog text box, and then trying to organize those notes into a coherent blog post. It hasn't worked out that well, and I think I'm gonna go back to just typing as I listen like I did when I first started The Albums That Matter. It's starting to feel too much like homework. I'd rather just type what I am feeling and hearing and see what pops out, quality be damned.
  • I mentioned above that I thought a minimal amount of songs were "fun" on this album. I should clarify that those songs are "oh baby," "tonite," "call the police," and maybe half of "emotional haircut." All the other ones I'd call "not necessarily fun." Though I am not necessarily saying "fun" means "good." The rest of the songs are really good too, just kind of a bummer too, ya know?
  • FRONT COVER: We have a blue sky, some clouds, and the title in bold font. Lots of people made fun of this album art when it was first released, and of course James Murphy had a response (he always does): "...I’ll start with the fact that I certainly do not have to explain anything—and no one gets any say in what I make because they “pay" for the record, and I'd defy any child to paint that sky. That’s a painting. It's not a photo, and the very fact that it's making so many people furious is, to me, proof of what I already knew—that this is certainly the very best LCD cover ever. We live in a very funny world in which people want things to be their way, and look at something made by an artist they presumably respect and, if it makes them uncomfortable, assume that the ARTIST is wrong. Now, I'm loathe to go around calling myself an "artist," but let's be clear here: I've never been lazy, or half-assed, and I'm not starting now. So if you don't like it, and you want to CHANGE it, or EXPLAIN myself, then go and make your own record. At the risk of quoting myself, the best way to complain is to make things. I might add now that the WORST way to complain is to pot shot on the internet."
  • Goddamn do I hate that none of the song titles have capital letters! But I guess I can kind of see the purpose. The lack of capital letters gives the presentation of the album a looser feel. It undercuts the "importance" of the album, which has to be intentional, given on how much Murphy struggled with whether LCD should be important in the first place.

Next Time: American Football by American Football