Monday, August 22, 2016

Cool Music Mondays: "Hardwired" by Metallica













This requires no introduction. It's amazing.  Enjoy.


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Monday, August 15, 2016

Cool Music Mondays: True Stories by The Rippingtons feat. Russ Freeman


The Rippingtons are my favorite modern jazz group bar none- even Spyro Gyra takes a back seat. They have that perfect sound for the western world- it's scorching saxophone and wailing guitars complemented by ambient keyboard washes a blue-eyed soul rhythm section of the highest order.  It's music for enjoying a glass of wine from a balcony overlooking Buckhead.  It's the sound of browsing at Phipps Plaza.  It's tones and tonalities of a life well lived in the upward thrust of a capitalist utopia.

Russ Freeman, founder and bandleader, has got to be the most underrated guitarist on the planet.  You won't hear his name mentioned alongside the likes of Steve Vai and Joe Satriani and that is a crime.  His fluid, lyrical, and often virtuosic playing would find good company somewhere between Eric Johnson and David Gilmour- but where those cats are prying open their third eyes, Russ is shooting the slopes in Aspen or spending the weekend in Monaco.  He's living the high life and writing the soundtrack for it all the while.

I got into the Rippingtons with the release of Let it Ripp, when Russ was writing music to accompany his passion for golfing.  Throughout the years he's taken the Ripps down many roads- their 2012 LP Built to Last featured performances with an entire symphony orchestra and even a guest appearance by Zakk Wylde- yes that Zakk Wylde.  

True Stories, the band's latest offering, is a more traditional affair, focusing on playing up the core Rippingtons sound with very little experimentation but that's certainly not a criticism. The core Rippingtons sound is a beautiful and majestic thing to be cherished and held high in hand.  Bill Heller is there to wrap the proceedings in smooth keys while Brandon Fields takes up the sax mantle once held by Eric Marienthal and Jeff Kashiwa.  

If there be one criticism of True Stories it is the album's sole vocal track "My Promise to You" featuring Jeffery Osbourne.  Normally an instrumental band, the Rippingtons' occasional use of vocalist on tracks here and there is controversial among fans and critics alike.  When it works you examples like their stunning renditions of Caravan of Love and While my Guitar Gently Weeps, both off Brave New World (my personal favorite Rippingtons album though Weekend in Monacco is an imperceptibly close second) but this time around the vocal track doesn't really resonate with me.  Hardly a major stumbling block- the rest of the album is stunning.

On a personal note, I saw the Ripps live at the Variety Playhouse in Atlanta on two occasions.  The first was on the Wild Card tour and the second was on the 20th Anniversary tour.  Both times I got to meet Russ Freeman and he was the coolest guy you'd ever care to know.  Friendly, personable and, above all, he actually remembered my name the second time I met him! Big time of my life. Big time.

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-Jordan

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A Modest Checking In...

Updates to the YouTube channel will be spotty this month at best as I'm in the process of 1) getting my computer fixed and 2) moving into a new apartment.

It's been about eight months since I formally announced that I would no longer be devoting my time to commenting on the Social Justice internet presence and the transformation has been nothing short of profound.  It's kind of like how they say when you stop smoking suddenly your sense of smell and taste starts coming back and you realize you'd forgotten all the wonderful ambrosia that you'd- for some reason- decided was best locked out as you trembled and quaked behind your nicotine ramparts.

My addiction was never drugs or drink.  It was the narcotic rush and flimsy, fickle, pseudo-celebrity status offered by getting involved with YouTube drama.  And sure enough- there was withdrawal just the same.  I would think about what I wanted to say to [insert name of internet crackpot] who had the audacity to say [insert looney bullshit cooked up by whatever political extremists I've pissed off this week] about me and eventually I just started treating those spells like a panic attack- something that I didn't have to feed into and sure enough- eventually they would pass and I'd go on about my day.

The little pleasures came back- laying in bed in the morning listening to my favorite New Age cuts.  Getting a deep dish at Nancy's. Driving through the sprawling, lavish neighborhoods in Buckhead while listening to Steely Dan.  Playing my guitar.  All of that.

But most importantly, I was able to stop overdosing on truth.  There's a great TEDtalk on depression by Andrew Solomon that has a line I really like:

The truth lies.

When dealing with depressed persons, Solomon argues, a therapist is often confronted with someone who wallows in misery because they've become consumed with the big existential realities of life- tell them that they have a wonderful life and friends and family that love them and they'll say "well what does it matter- we're all going to die any way."  Well, that's true- in the grand scheme of things we are only alive for a short time on a tiny blue-green planet tucked way off in the middle of nowhere (celestially speaking) and most of us will not have an impact on the direction of the human race in the long run- that is true.  But it is truth to such a degree that we lose the ability to enjoy the life that's right in front of us.

Similarly, it is true that there is (or was at this point) a deeply incestuous relationship between game developers and the gaming press.  It is true that the various strains of modern day Social Justice are turning college campuses into glorified daycare centers for a generation I like to refer to as "Children of the Cornhole." It is true that victimhood obsessed outrage culture is whittling away at our civil liberties to the point that police will one day judges will be handing down guilty verdicts just because a fully grown adult in a diaper shakes an oversized rattle and points their finger.  It is true that political correctness has become so monstrously severe that debate team students win awards for their lunatic behavior by playing the race card.

All of this is true, but you know what- it's not going to play a part in my going through the drive thru for a bagel and iced tea at Dunkin Donuts so why am I letting it take up space in my head while I'm there?

I'll be 33 in September.  Too old to be wasting time with inane garbage on the internet and young enough that I can still enjoy happiness during my pre-viagra decades.  Let the crazies on the interwebs bask in their lunacy- I'm having too much fun in that oft-neglected wonderland called reality.

Who is John Galt?

Cheers,
-Jordan

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Tuesday, August 9, 2016

Cool Music Monday: L7 - Bricks Are Heavy




1992 will forever be the year that Nirvana ruled the earth but in truth it was one of the most varied and diverse years for major releases and classic albums.  Dream Theater put out Images and Words. Peter Gabriel released Us.  Tom Waits put out Bone Machine.  R.E.M had Automatic for the People. Then there was Rage Against the Machine with their self titled and Alice in Chains had Dirt.  And that's only scratching the surface.

My only regret is that I was only 9 years old and couldn't fully appreciate it.

The diversity and innovation of the early 90's made the nu-metal decay of the decade's autumn years worth it.  (And hey- even that era gave us Korn and Marilyn Manson.)

But one album that will probably never get its due is L7's Bricks Are Heavy.  By 1992 there was a burgeoning separation between metal purists and the Nevermind-Come-Lately grunge heads.  Grunge offered heaviness- enough to instantly silence the sprawling wasteland of glam rockers out there- but it can at the cost of musicianship and the result was often beautiful singer/songwriter songs juxtaposed over thick, droning distorted power chords (which is awesome in its own right, don't get me wrong.)

But even as grunge was in its infancy its pioneers were recognizing the limitations of the genre.  As such some of the bands most closely associated with the sound (Alice in Chains, Pearl Jam, The Smashing Pumpkins, etc.) were graduating into what the press quickly dubbed "alternative rock" so as to explore the drama-club geekiness of the new sound without sacrificing technique and melody. And don't forget that as grunge bands went Nirvana was pretty much the only listenable one out there.  Like the heroin for which it is named, most grunge is almost completely unbearable in its purest form.

But L7 saw a potential few would catch- they tamed those droning power chords and tempered them with drop tuned metal riffs and some brighter high ends creating a sound that sounds- beautifully- like classic thrash played at slow RPM.  The result is something that's tight enough to incur an passionate circle pit while their grungier drone sensibilities form a downtrodden undercurrent of contemplative darkness.

Bricks are Heavy showcases a band with an unsung penchant for innovation and a sound uniquely their own.  It holds up with any groove metal record- you could put in on after Prong, Helmet, or Rob Zombie and the intensity would never drop.  Or you could drop it into an early 90's alt-rock mix tape and no hipster would bat an eye.  A rare feat indeed and one that deserves repeated listenings- preferably in your car with the volume cranked and your foot to the floor (figuratively.)

Robert Christgau even praised the record and he has a history of being hilariously wrong about good music.

Crank it up.  You'll be glad you did.

-Jordan

p.s.- as I scan through that "best of" list linked above, it turns out that Bricks are Heavy ranks at 63, so they did get a little of the recognition they so greatly deserve.




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Tuesday, August 2, 2016

Cool Music Mondays: Guitar in the Space Age by Bill Frisell


Few albums can make me wish the evening commute could stretch on for hours but time and again Bill Frisell accomplishes just that.  He understands that jazz is an art form that's meant to be molded and fused with other genres.  It's a sprawling sleeping beast into whose ears the lurid strains of rock, country, blues, folk, prog, classical, and everything else should be whispered.  To hell with the Jazz Nazis that think only music recorded in the first three months of 1944 (or whatever year their favorite record was tracked.) Jazz is meant to evolve and few people get that like Bill Frisell.

His particular take fuses jazz guitar with 1950's cultural Americana pastiche, old western folk stylings and 1960's loungecore.  If you aren't familiar with Bill's work, the best place to start is with his seminal Quartet album.  Combining elements of Dixieland with blues and country while maintaining a jazz base, it sounds as if Tom Waits' backing band recorded a jam session while Tom was in the next room writing lyrics about making love to an amputee midget under the stars at Coney Island.  It's unsurprising that the gently surreal music on Quartet was used to great effect as the soundtrack for the classic animated TV special Gary Larson's Tales From the Far Side. 

2014's Guitar in the Space Age comes 18 years of sonic experimentation later and the results are magnificent.  Here we find Frisell returning to his roots with instrumental re-imaginings of classics from the 1960s.  Opener "Pipeline" drops the listener of the beaches of some distant planet where we watch the neon tide roll in as we sip Yellow Tail and drift off in thought.  The inspired interpretations continue with "Turn, Turn, Turn" and "Tired of Waiting for You" along with a slew of other great works.

Highly recommended.
-Jordan

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Sunday, July 31, 2016

Ghostbusters 2016: God Hates Feigs

By Jordan Owen
(c)2016

The I Have no Mouth and I Must Scream Let's Play is taking several hours to upload (as usual) so to get in my last commentary in to Patreon in the 11th hour, here it is in text form.

I wasn't going to comment further on Paul Feig's Ghostbusters tragedy, but there's one thing that needs to be pointed out and it's something I alluded to in a tweet earlier.  I've spoken previously about the many perils and shortfalls of modern "common core" education but outstanding among them is the intellectual sham that is "media literacy."

This paragraph, courtesy of Wikipedia, seems to define the concept pretty well:

"Media literacy has a long history and over the years a number of different terms have been used to capture the skills, competencies, knowledge and habits of mind that are required for full participation in media-saturated societies. In England, the term "media education" is used to define the process of teaching and learning about media.[1] It is about developing people's critical and creative abilities when it comes to mass media, popular culture and digital media. Media education is the process and media literacy is the outcome, but neither term should be confused with educational technology or with educational media. When people understand media and technology, they are able to access, analyze, evaluate, and create messages in a wide variety of media, genres, and forms."

Okay, fair enough.  But when I hear people talk about "media literacy," it seems to come down to knowing when big-business corporate marketing machinations are manipulating you for fun and profit.  I understand the importance of that- of knowing when you're being taken for a ride, but is it really that difficult of a concept? Christ when I was 8 years old I knew that the Ninja Turtles show was just a vehicle for selling the action figures.  

What irks me, though, is that all this media literacy doesn't seem to stop it's enlightened practitioners from being played like a greased violin.  Somehow these enlightened post-consumers understand the cynical forces at work when it's their narrative fetish being trotted out for a mass market feeding frenzy.

The Paul Feig-helmed 2016 Ghostbusters remake is a perfect example of this.  For months we've been hearing about the misogynist backlash and how it's become a "political act" to see the film.  We've been told that it represents some great step forward- a female driven comedy about adult women in the modern world and that seeing it is opening up new avenues for women in cinema...

...except that's how the Paul Feig brand works.  As this article reminds us, Feig's been using this formula for years:

"People forget that the Ghostbusters brouhaha is just a pumped-up variation of the same publicity scam that attended the opening ofBridesmaids, 2011’s “feminist triumph,” a women-centered comedy also directed by Paul Feig and starring Kristen Wiig and Melissa McCarthy in a large female ensemble.
According to the Bridemaids ballyhoo, if we didn’t all go see it as an act of feminist solidarity, no Hollywood movie would ever again feature several women in lead roles. Women would virtually disappear from our screens, and soon every American film would be a reprehensible sausage fest, nothing but remakes of The Lusty Men,The Lost Boys, Young Guns, The Expendables, and The Dirty Dozen."

Yeah that's right- Paul Feig has been working the phony outrage angle for years and chortling all the way to the bank.  Somehow these media savvy oh-so-educated "media literacy" darlings actually think Feig is on their side and not just cynically manipulating them to make a buck.  Sure- when GearBox pumps Duke Nukem Forever full of enough testosterone and porno chicks to make Andy Sidaris blush that's just the malicious forces of capitalism taking advantage of the unenlightened but when it's Paul Feig shoveling out one "feminist triumph" after another and demanding that his audience lap it up because that (as opposed to, say, nuking ISIS till they glow) will improve the standing of the women of the world.  Yes- the number of honor killings and child brides plummets when Paul Feig has enough money to light cigars with burning twenties.
There's a new hashtag for fans of the new Ghostbusters to declare why they like it.  Here's my favorite: #WeLoveNewGhostbustersBecause we get four, not one, FOUR relatable female leads showing a supportive friendship not often seen in movies

Oh of course- we NEVER get that kind of girl-on-girl friendship in movies.  After all, I could only think of Sex & the City, Steel Magnolias, Waiting to Exhale, the Joy Luck Club, Fried Green Tomatoes, Little Women, Heathers, Jawbreaker, the House Bunny, Clueless, Dreamgirls, Bridesmaids, Friends With Money, The Runaways, Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants, the Babysitters Club, Bad Girls, Coyote Ugly, the Craft, Heathers, Mean Girls,4 Months 3 Weeks 2 Days, All IWanna Do, Beaches, the Magdeline Sisters, Ghost World...

And- with the exception of Bridesmaids- none of those movies (I don't think) were marketed on this phony outrage nonsense.  It's almost as if we've known for years that movies about female friendship are popular, well received, and command a sizable market share and we arrived at this realization without banking on a bunch of politicized, outraged bullshit.

But no, keep telling yourself that little girls will grow up knowing they can be and do anything because they got to see movies starring fat women and their emaciated straight-man counterparts.  I know that seeing Tommy Boy as a kid taught me that the sky's the limit.

If you're looking around the room and can't tell who the sucker is, it's you.

-Jordan

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Sunday, July 3, 2016

About a year and a half ago I had my one and only date from the Tinder app.  It wasn't long before we were both wishing we'd swiped left but she did turn me on to the show Parks & Recreation by telling me that my libertarian politics reminded her of Ron Swanson.

Now I'm addicted to Parks & Rec and can't remember her name.

Mercifully, it's available on Netflix and now I'm binging.  This comes hot on the heels of my M*A*S*H binge, my Fraiser binge, my Friends binge, my Firefly binge, my Twin Peaks binge, my Orange is the New Black Season 4 binge, etc.

Nowadays shows no longer feel like shows- they feel like extended mini-series.  It's interesting to watch all the episodes of a show in rapid succession- you become more keenly aware of the rhythms of the show and the repetitions of various plot devices.  What once seemed like a sprawling epic feels small and contained.

 Conversely, I've begun watching feature films in thirty minute segments.

The world feels small and safe when I do this.

Kempai,
-Jordan Owen

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