Remember in those old westerns back in the day when there used to be these really kick ass outlaws? The town would have these "WANTED!" posters all over town offering big rewards for those out-of-control rogues whereabouts. Remember that?
Well, I think its time to bring back the "WANTED!" posters, because there arent any outlaws left. They have somehow gone extinct right under our noses... Like the Dodo bird, but way cooler. And more badass. Let me explain.
Back in the not-so-distant past, there was a group of cooler-than-cool real men who sang songs everyone thought about, but were too afraid to admit it. Songs about drinkin, women, drugs, rednecks and the government (and how crappy "The Man" was). Stories of workin hard for a dollar, from sun up to sun down, and still having time to get drunk and raise some hell. Guys like Johnny Cash, Willie, Wayland and Merle. Kris Kristofferson, Charlie Daniels, and Hank (Jr. and Sr.). Back when country music was real. Those days are long gone.
You know why they call it "pop" music? If you said because it's "popular," you're mostly right. I tend to think it's also because the music goes, "pop." As in here one day and gone the next.
The only difference between a one-hit wonder and a majority of the crap (and most of it is crap) filling top 40 music these days is that one-hit wonders disappear and those with more stick around a little bit longer.
For example, how many of these hit songs from 2007 are you still listening to?
- Beyonce's "Irreplaceable"
- Nelly Furtado's "Say it Right"
- T-Pain's "Buy U a Drank"
- Mims' "This is Why I'm Hot"
- Akon's "I Wanna Love You"
My guess is none and not because you thought they sucked in the first place. If you used to listen to those all the time, chances are that you've moved on to the next radio hit and left the others in the past. Hell, Beyonce's "Single Ladies" is probably over and done with by now if not for the fact that it's repetitive and annoying as hell.
Just something to think about...
Whether youre on Gmail, Yahoo or tempting fate on a work e-mail address, it seems that most people have been part of a few lengthy personal e-mail chains with a group of friends.
Some are recurring, like the fantasy football thread that runs from late July through the holidays. And some die out after a stack of 15 emails, like the hilarious group dialogue about Bettys gnarly spill on the dance floor.
My personal favorite is the music thread that I share with a few buddies. This week was a big week for us because we added a new member (welcome, Donnie), boosting our groups total to six. Its a fine number considering most of my friends think that M. Ward is the fifth district in uptown Charlotte.
We've all seen it.
You know, the person that's in the club dancing up a storm like they're either on ecstasy or re-creating Footloose. While we all came to move a little bit, we were smart enough to know that there wasn't a music video shoot at the club tonight and that choreographed danced routines are better suited for You Got Served and breakdancing competitions.
Not this person.
They came prepared. They wore their adidas instead of the loafers. And those khaki cargo pants aren't an accident either. Little do you know, they are looking to battle.
Look at you.
He thinks you're a conservative punk! Wearing your fitted jeans and button-up. You're not ready to party, you're a corporate cutout. He's the one who's really hip-hop, even though both of you grew up in the suburbs and attended private schools where the black guys you knew were either geniuses or athletes.
But you aren't the douche here.
You know the club is already packed tight and there really isn't room for somebody to command that kind of dance floor space. Sure, if a Soul Train broke out it'd be cool, but no one signed off on being kicked accidentally by the asshole that's doing too much.
What you missed when you went and got another beer was the guys who walked in looking like extras from the video.
So now Douche Dance-a-lo has some competition, and these guys aren't slouches. Unlike the tipsy chick about to break her neck dancing on the bar or the first-time clubber who is getting more quarters than dollars thrown at her in the go-go cage right now, these fuckers are going to take up a lot of room and are ready to jerk.
Jerk. You know. The latest seizure-like dance trend from California. Crumpin was so three years ago man. So was the Heisman and Soulja Boy, Stanky Legg and the Roy. Don't worry about what the new dance is, they'll show you. (Like it or not).
Seriously, what's the age limit on dance trends?
Like an adult, you stick with your two-step. Like Jay-Z says, "you're in a good groove." But DJ Dumbass cues up Fergie's "London Bridge." It's not a new song, and it's not really for dudes but don't tell them that. Somehow their sweet moves have gotten a member of the opposite sex to grind on them.
After ignoring the subtle racism that is our little dancer reaching out to fist bump the black guy that he doesn't know. You pray that "Single Ladies" isn't in the queue, that's the song that turns the dance floor into a runway and the one most likely to make your significant other embarrass you.
Thank God for security.
See what the clubs care about more than their patrons is the bar. And now that you've made the server drop a couple drinks, you've just made them lose money.
Big mistake, dance fever.
After laughing at that person and crew getting tossed out of the club like Uncle Phil throwing Jazz in the Fresh Prince, you realize things are kind of dead now. I mean, there aren't any characters inside anymore. No one to laugh at, no one that's wildin', basically, no one to keep the party going.
Maybe its true, every party needs an asshole.
Blink-182
Verizon Wireless Amphitheatre
Oct. 6, 2009
The Deal: Reunited punk-pop rockers tear through a whole bunch of songs in quick time.
I used to be hip. At least a little, I think. I knew all about new artists, when the new albums were due out, where the best live music was to be found each month, who the best artists you never heard of but needed to were... But that was then, this is now.
Two whole weeks was all it took. Thats what happens when you have a newborn. All the hip you thought you had vanishes in an instant. Instead of telling you how good, bad or ugly the new Pearl Jam album is, all I can tell you is which of the seven lullabies on my new baby girls Lil Lamb swing I like the best (thatd be "Hush Little Baby" if you're scoring at home). I can tell you which stuffed animal soothes my daughter the best when shes fussy (thatd be the pink hippo that plays "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star"). I couldnt tell you a single thing thats happened in the world of music the past two weeks. And you know what?
I think thats absolutely perfect.
I don't know what it is, but for some reason, people in their 20s are strangely nostalgic about their childhood (as if it wasn't only a decade ago).
In getting caught up in that nostalgia, lots of kids who grew up in Charlotte have a fond place in their hearts for the skating rink. I was a terrible skater but anytime someone says Tradewinds, three songs immediately pop to mind. Let the dry humping and over-the-shirt groping ensue.
Ghost Town DJ's - "My Boo"
Sammie - "I Like It"
Freak Nasty - "Da Dip"
The funny thing I thought about listening to Sammie's "I Like It" is one I feel like all my friends and I looked and dressed just like that in middle school and two do kids even get deals anymore? Outside of Disney groomed kid stars, do labels even try to put out a pre-teen artist? Was it ever worth it.
A great night last night at the Neighborhood Theatre, as we passed out more than 350 CDs to people supporting local music.
Thanks go out to the Neighborhood Theatre, Ansley and Eric-Scott and all the staff for helping us put the event on and get everything running so smoothly.
Thanks to Dolph Ramseur, Divakar, Gina Stewart, Brian Reed, Micah Davidson and Hugh Southard for being a part of the panel that discussed the local music scene and what we can do to make sure people know it's alive and well.
Thanks to the bands Bums Lie, Actual Proof, Scoot Pittman Trio, Pradigy GT, Raised by Wolves, Evelynn Rose and Heywire for their great performances.
CDs will be put in stores still for free! starting early next week.
Support local music!
Admit it, there's no way you dropped thousands of dollars in the iTunes store for that massive music collection.
Unlike the past, where people visited download and BitTorrent sites anonymously like they were cruising for porn, the threat of getting letters saying you owe $1,000 dollars for downloading The Perculator probably aren't going to come.
That's cool. Already having the shame of owning that song and quite possibly Aqua's "Barbie Girl" in your library are bad enough, there's no need to pay a fine, but what's more, the new era in music has created a digital dilemma that completely changed the way we value music.
All it takes is a brief tweet and a hectic scramble to dig the remote out of the couch and the entire course of my day can change.
After a friend of mine recently tweeted, "Class Act is on BET," there went my afternoon.
Although BET is a network that I've literally put a time limit on for my daily viewing, if at all, any excuse to see a Kid 'N Play movie, pre-House Party 3 is still must see in 2009.
And why not? I mean lots of rappers have done movies, from the Fat Boys to Master P, to artists taking serious roles with Ice T, Ice Cube and Ludacris all trying to be all around entertainers but there is something about the perfect storm of time that allowed "Oh La Oh La Eh" and teal suits to be cool. It was something about wanting to watch people just have fun that's still strangely appealing.
The thing that was surprising about House Party, Class Act and House Party 2 is that they were actually good and culturally relevant. Other than after school special vibe of their anti-drug undertones, they had elementary plots, super simple, most times silly plots, but plots none the less. I'm no Matt Brunson but I don't know if movies like these could ever be made again. Who else could update the Charleston and make it cool now? Could any no name group be as funny as Full Force wanting to "kick their funky ass" and have the most memorable song in the movie?
Things started changing once the sequels started to get stale and rappers took their tough guy personas from the booth to the screen. The success of movies like State Property, Paid In Full and Shottas, all black cult classics and entertaining, may have just killed the days of rappers having a good time and kicking out a crappy but funny popcorn movie.
What happened to the rap comedy? I don't know if anyone has tracked the genre but it's been a long time since the success of movies like House Party & the Friday series. I Got The Hook Up wasn't very good and in later years you've pretty much seen all films attempting to be in this genre go straight to DVD or straight to Dollar stores nationwide.
Their music, which was front and center in all the movies, aside, Kid N Play left a cultural mark. People had those haircuts (look are a yearbook from the early 90's). Could Soulja Boy & Arab be Kid N Play circa 2009? They got the dance craze part down but probably not. But until the next duo with enough charisma and some acting chops come along, I'll settle for HBO2West viewings of Kid 'N Play movies at 2 in the morning and cranking the Funky Charleston with friends at old school parties.
Oh well, here's to the memories. (Hottest dance scene ever. Well after the era of big budget, precisely choreographed scenes in movies ended).