I came up with a concept that would have been a great thesis show if I was in art school in the 90s.
You know those painting series of kings wherein crucial moments from the king's life are depicted in glorious style by the artist? Well my concept is that I would paint in the same renaissance style, but it would be a series of important life experiences in the life of a middle class, suburban, while male. Something like:
1. First goal in soccer.
2. First kiss.
3. A in Algebra
4. Drivers License
5. Losing Virginity
6. High School Graduation
7. Learning About Self in College
8. College Graduation
9. Backpacking Across Europe
10. First Job Necessitating Tie Purchasing
13. Heart Attack
See what an insightful deconstruction it would be of the American mythos? If I were 21 & still listening to Pavement I'd have thought that was pretty damn cool.
Now I briefly think it's funny & then think it's a terribly self-congratulatory silliness. And that was an example of how I come up with an idea & then demonstrate to myself how the idea reflects classist white supremacy.
Oh man, firefox's spellcheck just recommended that I change "classist" to "classiest."
I'm going to go out on a sturdy limb here & say that no NPR show should ever be allowed to use Bach cello concertos as the background music or the connecting music ever again.
There was a point in the 90s when god had to step in & decree that no one was allowed to use James Brown's "I Feel Good" in a movie trailer ever again. I think maybe we need god to return. While she's down here she can fix up some of the other bullshit, like the way employees at Kinkos treat customers & the implicit cruelty involved in all capitalistic interactions.
Did you notice I said "she" when talking about god? That's because I think god is a woman. I also enjoy visualizing whirled peas & drinking isopropyl alcohol while paging through my scrapbooks of happier times.
Also, it may not have been god who did the whole James Brown thing. It probably just went away. Maybe god is really just the mysterious workings of the market economy. Though still a woman, i guess.
I'm enjoying the latest Cyne record
, even if the album cover is a bit much. He's such a clever double-talker, I can't figure out if he means the cover to be self-consciously equality-kitsch or if he's dedicated to a sincere vision of interracial non-bedroom love. It looks like a stock photography picture.
Cyne still has a kind of cheap computer sound to the production, but he gets way more out of it than on his last record, which always felt like great vocals floating on a puddle of blips.
Remember this Afghan Whigs album cover?
Such a terrible, terrible design concept for a record by a bunch of white guys from Cincy. I actually listened to this record a few weeks ago for the first time since the mid-90s. I was surprised how much I still dig it & surprised further by how much I still think Gentleman is boring. Some bands should just quit when their singer stops screaming.
I promise not to refer to the mid-90s again for at least two months.