New Music Sucks, Part I: Fuck Mumford & Sons...
Sitting
here, enjoying a fine glass of Scotch(Glenmorangie, if you’re wondering, even
though you probably weren’t. It’s
the nectar of the gods, brought down to earth for our sipping pleasure and is
surely the finest beverage available to a mere mortal) and ruminating on why I
hate new music so much, I have come to a few different conclusions: One, music today IS actually much more
terrible than it used to be(my most likely candidate, but all in due time, my
dear, all in due time). Two, is what I call the “Bitter Old Man
Syndrome.” In this scenario I have been completely jaded by my Classic Rock
upbringing(Thanks Mom! Seriously though, that is not meant to be
sarcastic. I actually am thankful
I had her Vinyl to flip through instead of obsessing over Blackstreet’s “No
Diggity,” which I did do in equal measure to be honest. And, man, nothing gets a party going
like “No Diggity” and “California Love.”
I am all-encompassingly a child of the Nineties). And Three, maybe, just maybe, it’s actually pretty good and I would
like it if I gave it half a chance, which to be honest, maybe I haven’t… Well, maybe I have, fuck, I don’t know. I totally fell for the Arcade Fire’s
first album “Funeral” as a savior of modern Rock N’ Roll(as proclaimed by
Pitchforkmusic.com, now just pitchfork.com, which has gone the way of Popular
Music and sucks my hairy, sweaty nutsack, but more on that later, if I still
have the strength, which I probably won’t), the heir apparent to Bruce and all
the Holiness that He stood for, the record that I, as a Rock N’ Roll purist,
have been waiting for, for many years.
I used to walk around Madison, Wisconsin with my Walkman/Discman, extra
CD’s in the pouch of my Green Bay Packers hoodie, listening to “Funeral” over
and over again as I walked through James Madison Park(or Tenney Park since it
had footbridges which seemed very poetic and beautiful to me at the time,
though, Tenney Park was usually my Bob Dylan’s “Love and Theft” walking route). Full disclosure, the other CD’s in my
aforementioned Packers hoodie pouch were the Stars “Set Yourself on Fire” which
I loved for the romance and nostalgia it brought to High School and teenage
relationships(being eighteen at the time,
they were of the utmost importance to me as that was all I had in
regards to women) and Death Cab for Cutie’s “Transatlanticism” which had the
song “We Looked Like Giants” which was was sort of an anthem at the time seeing
as back in the tiny shit town I grew up in, the only places to make-out proper
with a girl were parks and scarcely driven country roads, so, we spent a lot of
time in the back of whatever shitty car we could buy with five hundred bucks,
trying desperately for a lay, though in my case, mostly settling for some good
tongue and a tit grab, such is life…
So,
anyway, let’s start with Theory One:
Music today IS actually much more terrible than it used to be. To forewarn you, this is not going to
be a rant about Justin Bieber or Miley Cyrus, we’ll save that for another day
as there have always been crappy pop artists being exploited(and having their
lives thusly destroyed), though handsomely rewarded as well, by music industry
types for third quarter returns and bottom lines etc. etc. and on and on. This is going to focus a bit more on
the bands that are supposed to be “Good,” the new generation’s “Dylan’s” or
whatever the fuck and so on and so forth…
Up until about 2007-2008 I really
believed in the new generation of bands, they brought such hope and beautiful
music to my little lonely world, which was now based out of a tiny, dirty
400-500 sq. ft. one bedroom apartment which I shared with my girlfriend at the
time and a good friend of mine, who unbeknownst to me, was a bit of a
Hippie(read: didn’t use deodorant,
didn’t clean a whole lot, liked to cook couscous at two in the morning, pass
out drunk and leave the rest under his bed til the flies got so extreme in the
apartment we left the windows open in the wintertime so they would leave of
their own volition because you couldn’t possibly kill them all, you’d die
trying, which I almost did on several occasions) which I wasn’t a huge fan of
to say the least, in New York City.
My favorite bands at the time, not counting what I call the
“Givens”like Bruce Springsteen, Bob Dylan, Led Zeppelin, Neil Young, Jimi
Hendrix, The Who, the Rolling Stones, the Beatles, etc., were the Hold Steady(about whom I nearly creamed
myself every time I got to see them play live in the City or in Brooklyn), Iron
& Wine(who also introduced me to Band of Horses when I saw them open for
Iron & Wine at the House of Blues Chicago. I promptly fell in love with Band of Horses first record
“Everything All the Time,” only to fall back out of love by the second. Oh, all those crazy, drunken
one-record-stands, I loved you all) and Bonnie “Prince” Billy/Palace/Palace
Brothers/Will Oldham. A little
side note here, I listen to music in a bit of an OCD type way: when I hear a band I love, I
immediately go out, buy all their records(I remember hounding the guys at
B-Side records, the best record store in Madison, WI, for “Days in the Wake”for
weeks and weeks until they finally got me a copy, probably just to shut me up)
and listen to them non-stop for months and months on end until I know every
lyric, every riff; or until I find another album to carry my fancy for the time
being. I’m also terribly easy to
distract. I moved around a lot
back then, so I could only manage to carry with me, in my fourth-grade,
personalized gym bag, with “Brad Wik”sewn on the side next to “Horicon
Marshmen,” our team mascot(which is not nearly as cool as it might sound, or
could be. One might imagine some
awe-inspiring mutant created from the swamp, I mean marsh, that would rip your
spine out Mortal Kombat II style just for kicks on a Friday Night. A being so wretched that all those who might dare cross it would
be filled with and learn the meaning of true terror... But its really just a man standing next
to some cattails), a select few
CD’s. There must have been a two
year span where all I listened to was:
1.
“Boys and Girls in America” – the Hold Steady, I couldn’t get
enough of this. Thin Lizzy type
heavy riffs, a guy from the Midwest, stories of being bored and doing drugs, it
sounded a lot like my childhood. I
loved it…
2.
“O” – Damien Rice, a beautiful record. My favorite memory of Damien Rice is
when he finally came to the States to tour. I remember watching the opening band and me and my buddy
were so enamored with this girl just sitting on a wooden chair on the side of the
stage. We made countless lewd
comments, as boys are meant to do, about her throughout the Frames’(opening
band) set wondering why she was sitting on the stage and not our cocks, etc.,
etc. Then when Damien came out we
realized it was Lisa Hannigan, which we knew from the liner notes and photos in
the CD jacket; and also because she was singing with Damien Rice. Lisa became the pinnacle of womanly
beauty for me and my buddy for years after that. Not because of her beautiful, sensual voice, it was mainly
for her looks…
3.
“The Creek Drank the Cradle” and “Our Endless Numbered Days” –
Iron & Wine, my obsession with Iron & Wine was not unlike a steamy
romance: there were years of
unbridled love and passion, then I suddenly realized it had become everything I
hated. “Kiss Each Other Clean”is
complete shit and I wish I could have my twelve dollars back and wipe that
record from my conscience. I’ll
never forget what we had when it was beautiful, but I will never forget the
damage that was done in the later years either…
4.
“Grace” – Jeff Buckley, I can’t even begin to describe how
beautiful this record is or how much it means to me. In my more drug-addled days, the bad ones, not the good
ones, I kept hoping “Hallelujah” could save me. And, in a way I suppose, it did…
5.
“The Low End Theory” – A Tribe Called Quest, I was late to the
party with this one, but could not get enough when I finally made it there…
6.
“Set Yourself on Fire” – Stars, which was my main “depressed”
listen throughout the 00’s.
7.
“Y’s” - Joanna Newsom,
I am still not sure why I became immensely obsessed with this record but I did
and I love it to this day. I’ve
even pilfered some lyrics from this for my own music…
8.
“The College Dropout” – Kanye West, maybe it was because he
was from the Midwest too, or maybe just because the songs are fucking
awesome. I’ve loved this record
since the day I heard “Through the Wire.”
I particularly love the memory of going to LA with my other buddy from
Wisconsin(the other member of the “Lisa Hannigan is the best thing that ever
happened to Women, and therefore all Men who are lucky enough to have seen her”
fan club) and just blaring this album, and reciting lyrics and just generally
being obnoxious to the point that our LA friend’s shitty, coked-out,
ridiculously good looking neighbors(he lived in West Hollywood) hated us…
So, you see, I owned and loved,
many records from this Millennium and was all about the future of Music. Seeing as I myself was a musician, this
was also very self-serving, but nonetheless, I fully believed that music was
“Getting better all the time.” And
though there was still the terrible Good Charlotte, Shitty Older, political
Green Day, Puddle of Mudd, Nickleback, Creed(fuck, there was a lot of shit back
then) of the early to mid 2000’s, the new millennium had brought us the height
of Radiohead and Bjork and Wilco, dominating the radio and print. Rolling Stone was actually reporting on
good music for once, not just giving the new Britney Spears record three and a
half stars. These were exciting
times. I actually enjoyed life for
a few years, instead of being a bitter, old twat and only speaking of things
that I hate(like now, if you haven’t noticed). Then, it happened…
In 2009, my world was turned upside down, I couldn’t even figure out what
had happened at the outset, but I knew it wasn’t good. The terrible thing which could never be
undone, and which ruined everything for me(until it was ruined even further a
few years later…More on that to come) happened… I am talking, of course, of the
first time I heard Mumford and Sons…
For the record, I am not sure I have ever heard an entire Mumford song
start to finish, but that certainly doesn’t negate it’s inherent shittiness; I
have never watched an entire game of soccer but I am 100% sure that its
terrible, and is poisoning our youth with lies of mediocrity, kicking a ball
hither and yon for 90 minutes with NOTHING INTERESTING EVER happening, but,
alas, we’ll probably get around to soccer another day, we’re not quite there
yet.
To put it simply,
and relatively mildly, in my opinion at least, I FUCKING HATE MUMFORD AND
SONS. But seeing as I rarely put
anything simply, or mildly, let’s go into it further. First off, I would like to clarify that listening to, and
liking, Mumford and Sons does not make you a bad person. After extensive soul searching, and in
a great effort to better myself and generally become less angry and cynical, I
have forced myself to finally ascribe to this realization. I used to spend hours and hours hating
people who liked shitty music/movies/books/art etc. and it was a grand waste of
my very limited amount of time, emotion and energy on Earth. Plus, it generally just made me a
douche. So, there you go, I have
accomplished at least something with my life, however small and meaningless,
seeing as it was something I never should have done to begin with, but there it
is. I DO, however, believe that
the act of liking something as shitty as Mumford and Sons is ruining music today,
at least what little is left of music, with the record companies killing most
of the industry already. But more
on that in a bit, first, let’s focus on Mumford. I have an all-encompassing, indescribable(even to myself)
emotional repulsion to this band(I’m sick of even just typing their name, so I’m
going to stop). They have somehow
come to villainize everything that makes me sick, everything I hate about new
music and just everything in general that displeases me about the world in
relation to music and hipsters and the whole lot of it. Now, there is no way to accurately
quantify an emotion, which is the main reason why the whole thing remains
shrouded in mystery even to myself.
But I knew, from the first note of whatever terrible excuse for a song it
was that I first heard, that I could not stand this band, that they shouldn’t
exist in this world and do so only to torment me with all their terrible music
and faces and banjos. I suppose,
that if I really wanted to, I could choose to live in an alternate reality(as
we all do in our own way anyhow) in which, since I almost never read music news
or pay attention to pretty much anything happening in the world around me
anymore, Sports excepted, M*mf*rd *nd S*ns
doesn’t exist. I rarely, if ever,
go to bars that might play one of their wretched songs, associate with no one,
since everyone I know has undoubtably heard me rant and rave of my hatred
towards them, who would dare
mention them(fearing I would launch into it once again) and could generally
live a very M*mf*rd *nd S*ns
-free life. But I don’t. I instead, and probably unwisely, force
myself to deal with it, and by deal with it, I mean just be angry about it all
the time.
Part II to follow soon...
