July 2011
todd edwards, head held high
Ben Ratliff is always so great.
Mine was better. (Apologies to Lucille Bluth.)
No but seriously Ratliff is often killer (see: his writings on canon in his review of Jazz: The Smithsonian Anthology) but this review is far from his best work. Also this quote is just a fancy variation of that stupid trope “Remember that kid in high school who [insert descriptor]? Well, he started a band.”
Also, what idiot at the NYT style guide thinks that “majordomo” has a hyphen?
I am super good at self-promotion, which is why I am linking this Sound of the City show review I wrote after 5pm on a Friday.1996 Rivers Cuomo would have been just as thrilled as 2011 Rivers Cuomo was to surf the crowd in one of Coyne’s space bubbles while the two bands united to cover “Sweet Leaf.” Somewhere in the crowd, the kid who’ll grow up to be the millennials’ Chuck Klosterman was having a life-changing experience.
Excerpts from a November 1993 PREMIERE piece on POLLY PLATT: She’s Done Everything (except direct) by RACHEL ABRAMOWITZ
- “Tonight she seems quite ebullient, charged up by her recent discovery of two young filmmakers from Texas… Bottle Rocket makes her giddy….”If I were young, I’d give up everything -boyfriend, home- and go to Texas and beg these guys to let me work on their movie.”“
- Still, when her ex-husband picks up, all her expansiveness vanishes. She seems to contract into an almost fetal position. Her voice becomes tight, careful. The conversation has a ritualistic quality: all the habits of intimacy, but no longer the trust. She treats him as if he were fragile, thanking him for the flowers he sent her, babying him with the good buzz she’s heard about his latest venture. She tells him about Bottle Rocket. “It’s in Texas and there’s no Larry McMurtry, but it has a bit of the feel of The Last Picture Show,” she says. She asks him to talk to PREMIERE about her. He refuses. “I’ve been talking all these fucking years about you!” she erupts.
- One year later, they packed their meager belongings into a car, along with Platt’s one-eyed dog, Puppy, and set out for L.A., where they soon befriended the auteurs they worshiped. One night, Howard Hawks took the pair out for dinner, along with a beautiful young starlet from Rio Lobo named Sherry Lansing. Toward the end of the meal, Lansing decided to visit the ladies’ room. “She stood up, and she was gorgeous. And I was not,” says Platt “Peter and Howard watched her. She walked to the bathroom, and I remember having Howard on my right and Peter on my left, and their eyes were following her.” As Lansing disappeared from view, Platt recalls, Hawks leaned across her and said, ‘Peter, now that is the kind of girl that you should be with.’ I remember thinking, It’s like I don’t exist.”
- One summer while the children were with Bogdanovich, Platt drank seventeen cases of beer and wrote Pretty Baby
- After sending other emissaries, Brooks asked her personally to produce Broadcast News, which she did. Her all-around dedication to the project renewed her legend for telling detail. Brooks had wanted Broadcast News’ key color to be red; now he was shooting the schoolyard scene where the young Aaron is getting beaten up. He looked up and saw the woman who fifteen years ago had removed the E from a TEXACO sign; she was down on her knees, painting a red accent line on a staircase. “If you were putting together a basball team, this is the person you’d kill for,” says Albert Brooks, who played the adult Aaron. “She can play any position. She can hit; she can pitch.”
- “There are times when I hear Jim talk that I experience something that is so much worse than the jealousy that I felt toward Cybill. I am so envious of his ability to think and express himself that I think I’m going to die. I totally identify with Salieri [in Amadeus], because when he picks up Mozart’s music and starts talking about how brilliant it is, I feel like that’s me. But I don’t have any desire to destroy Jim or Peter or anybody.”
EDIT: I HAVE ALREADY BEEN IM’D THAT THE RECEIPT IS FOR GLENLIVET, I KNOW THIS, I KNOW HOW TO READ, BUT I LIKE USING GREY GOOSE AS AN EXAMPLE BECAUSE I REALLY HATE GREY GOOSE. FOR THE RECORD, GLENLIVET IS LESS EXPENSIVE PER BOTTLE THAN GREY GOOSE. THEMOREYOUKNOW.JPG
No Age - “You is My Hot Rabbit”
Remember what I said about No Age’s willingness to break the rules early and not be pigeonholed? Of course you do; it was like an hour ago! “You is My Hot Rabbit”— one of the B-side tracks for the band’s Dead Plane EP— could perhaps be the most uncharacteristic of No Age’s early work.
While most of the more easygoing material found in their nascent work at the very least tangentially fall under the punk umbrella, “You is My Hot Rabbit” is as straightforward a pop tune as the band has ever recorded, cribbing the lackadaisical, shambolic feel of many first-wave indie bands, Pavement probably being the most direct predecessor for the sound they’re exploring here.
I’m going to submit a correction: the most direct predecessor for the sound they’re exploring here is Space Needle. But this track is, to my ears, the only essential No Age track not on Weirdo Rippers.
I was going to write a detailed rejoinder to this post asking why there hasn’t been an independent film explosion concomitant with the Garage Band-aided independent music explosion, but once i realized the range of corrections I’d need to make, from the incorrect assumptions about self-released music in the Internet age, to the mischaracterization of mumblecore, to the complete ignorance of the logistics of filmmaking, which require a collaborative process that is made no easier by technology (unless you’re Zachary Oberzan), and so on, until I realized that it would be a better use of my time to simply comment “Look at this doofus who has never heard of an 8mm camera and never seen a movie from the 1980s that doesn’t play on cable every weekend.” At that point I decided that publicly shaming a dude (to the five people who even read this) is a dick move, so I decided to go back to the original post and reply with a kinder version of my thoughts, perhaps to encourage dude to expand his filmic knowledge/horizons. This is when I discovered that he must have realized his ignorance, but instead of owning it, and being open to learning, he deleted the whole damn essay, and the only remaining evidence (short of an extensive search for reblogs that I don’t feel like doing) is this excerpted bit that’s been sitting in my drafts. So: look at this doofus who has never heard of an 8mm camera and never seen a movie from the 1980s that doesn’t play on cable every weekend.So I don’t think I’m blowing yr mind by telling you that the ease and relative affordability of digital recording software has led to an explosion of independent music made by young people, some of it good, some of it bad, a lot of it (at least implicitly) about getting high and going to the beach…
Peter Frumkin and Joann Jastrzab, Serving Country & Community
I was going to just write “brb, dying of laughter/sadness,” but I was afraid someone might misinterpret this emotional reaction to misapplied funding as implicit support for the slashes in funding that have been threatened and in some cases enacted since 2009. So DISCLAIMER: OBVIOUSLY I DON’T MEAN THAT.