I’d be remiss if I didn’t confess with all of the protests that have been going on in Sao Paulo that the old Tropicalia movement didn’t come to mind. It’s cool to see someone drawing the lines from the popular protests in the ’60s to what’s going on now, explaining how the Tropicalists departed from the traditional left that was actively protesting the military regime.
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Just noticed a gem of comment from an old post from the other day. Apparently one can now get Armand Schaubroeck on vinyl…. legitimately!
if anyone is interested in vinyl, you can purchase them through Armand’s record store, The House of Guitars. 5852664040 or email them at firstname.lastname@example.org. for up to date info, please visit https://www.facebook.com/ArmandSchaubroeckSteals
I’ll have to email to find out which albums are available and how much they are, but here’s a taste.
“Galaxie 500′s ‘Tugboat’ was played 7,800 times on Pandora in the first quarter of 2012, for which its three songwriters were paid a collective total of 21 cents, or seven cents each.” Pitchfork has a disgustingly insightful article on how little money artists get for the music they have recorded in the age of streaming radio services. Now that the age of buying records is over, it’s worse than ever.
Golly. Those Bittorrent pirates sure do ruin it for everyone, don’t they?
Hey! Nifty. I didn’t have a clue this song was used in the soundtrack of that new youth culture movie all the kids were swooning over so many distant weeks ago.
Back around 1991, a friend and I decided this song was about a drug-dealing pornographer from a parallel universe, which also has a Leatherhead. We were fueled on Philip K Dick, Williams S. Burroughs, Hellblazer comic books, David Lynch, and living in a backwards, creepy Southern Gothic town in which our Clean Steve would be a natural inhabitant.
Whatever Hitchcock was actually going on about will forever be irrelevant to the character we thought he was sketching back then.
So jetset David Brooks flies to Europe to get the experience of seeing Bruce Springsteen play in France and Spain on the rumor, “They say you’ve never really seen a Bruce Springsteen concert until you’ve seen one in Europe…”
Then the silly jackass belches out some bullshit about child psychology and “paracosms.”
These landscapes, sometimes complete with imaginary beasts, heroes and laws, help us orient ourselves in reality. They are structured mental communities that help us understand the wider world.
We carry this need for paracosms into adulthood. It’s a paradox that the artists who have the widest global purchase are also the ones who have created the most local and distinctive story landscapes. Millions of people around the world are ferociously attached to Tupac Shakur’s version of Compton or J.K. Rowling’s version of a British boarding school or Downton Abbey’s or Brideshead Revisited’s version of an Edwardian estate.
Millions of people know the contours of these remote landscapes, their typical characters, story lines, corruptions and challenges. If you build a passionate and highly localized moral landscape, people will come.
Over the years, Springsteen built his own paracosm, with its own collection of tramps, factory closings, tortured Catholic overtones and moments of rapturous escape. This construction project took an act of commitment.
What a fucking moron. Tramps? Factory closings? Tortured Catholic overtones? Moments of rapturous escape? That is these young Spaniards’ reality. Those are not fairy tales like Harry Potter for them.
The opening lines of “Born in the U.S.A.” that song that mystifies Brooks so much as to why they’d sing along, as they are clearly not born in the U.S.A.
Born down in a dead man town
The first kick I took was when I hit the ground
You end up like a dog that’s been beat too much
Till you spend half your life just covering up
Right now Spain is a land of austerity and los Indignados. Springsteen is not describing remote landscapes to these European fans.
David Brooks, you are a dolt.
One of my favorite bands back in 1989 was the Insect Chandelier. They were one of the handful of bands here in Hammond, LA that would play one of the only bars that featured original music, Mariner’s Inn, usually on Thursday nights. The song is a little older, perhaps ’87 or ’88. Damien’s mucking about on Facebook now, slowly trawling the music that he loves from the ’80s, but i also hear now that the main riff is a vague echo of the Who’s “A Legal Matter.”
It makes more sense now.