This One's For My 'Nillas!

Where'd all the good "white boy" rappers go? More specifically, do they exist? I can hear Leonard Nimoy's voice over start like an episode of In Search Of...., begging the question "was there ever a great white hope in rap music? Tonight, we examine the history of white rap music and look for the possibility of a great white MC." Good luck, Spock. I think you'll have a better chance of finding Bigfoot.
To me, rap is not for the white man. It's for the brothas and the sistas. It's from the streets. Didn't Chuck D. say that it's the "CNN of the ghetto"? He's right. That's what I want my rap to be about. I want it to be about the "shorties" and drinkin' lean. I want it to be angry at the white man for keeping them down. I want it to be about the hard times and the good times. I want Bishop Don Magic Juan to yell "Chuch!" on the sidelines. I don't want any other race to rap. Hip Hop is the only form of music that should remain strictly a black form of music.
If the first name that comes to your mind is Eminem, then it's obvious that you listen to crap music (which I know you don't). I think if you are white and you like Eminem, then your definition of rap is The Bloodhound Gand and House of Pain. If you're black and you like Eminem, then something is completely wrong with you or you are Bryant Gumble. Shady is wack. What about The Beastie Boys? I'll have to hand it to them.....back in the day, those bros came correct. The best thing about The B-Boys is that they never pretended to be who they weren't. They always acknowledged their jewish NY heritage. All three look completely horrible now. I think they eat way too healthy and smoke too much herb.

So, was MC 900 ft. Jesus the last great white hope in rap? Hell, when was the last time he put an album out? Where'd he go? Or maybe it was MC Search and Pete Nice from 3rd Bass with "The Gas Face"? Listen, my people ain't much better. Hell, we had Gerrardo and that one guy that did that stupid "La Raza" song......which both artist's cassingles found themselves in heavy rotation in my pal Ray Ray's 1968 Galaxy 500. Dude.....gimme a break, it was Lordsburg.

Give me some white boy names, white boy........let's see if your people can handle the mic?

Catch-up......

Ok, I've been dragging some ass on the blog. Sorry. It's just that my fast-paced lifestyle filled with dog walks, guitar lessons, frequent naps and downloading music from possibly illegal russian websites have seemed to fill my time. I'll try to be better.

"A segue back......" post:

I've been trying to think of a couple of scenes from movies that have had great musical moments.....and that really is a tough one. Just off the top of my head, he's a few:

"Twilight Zone: The Movie" - In the first scene with Dan Ackroyd and Albert Brooks where they are driving on a highway at night, Ackroyd pops in a CCR cassette and they both sing along to "The Midnight Special". I love how they both talk about how much they love CCR and that song. It's a funny moment.

"Magnolia" - Ha! You know I had to bring my boi, PTA, in the mix again. Even though it's a very music video moment and almost doesn't fit in.......the scene in the middle where all of the main characters lip-sync to Aimee Mann's "Save Me". I think it's visually striking to have that right in the middle of all of the drama.

What about in "Smokey and The Bandit II" when they'd go to the bar and Don Williams would be playing and he dedicates a song to The Bandit? Or in "Every Which Way But Loose" when Clint went to the honkey tonk bar and Charlie Rich was playing right before that horrible Sondra Locke song? Why did Clint waste so many years with her?

That's really all I got. I'll have to add more when the inspirato arrives......sorry. Lame.

fanboiz

You're funny.

First of all, we should talk about any topic that we find "culturally relevant".....it shouldn't just be about music. That would be too limiting. Plus, I'd grow tired of reading your rants about experimental rock albums that you used to listen to during your frequent cocaine binges in college. Secondly, because I choose to say that I liked a film, rather than write a scathing critique to point out it's faults, doesn't necessarily make me a "fanboy".....jerk.

But, it does bring me to a few thoughts on the whole "fanboy" issue. I think you're still wrapped up in this whole "indie/hipster" mentality of being "too cool" to say you like something......and, more importantly, the things that you admit to liking are so far off the cultural map that most people will think that you're way too cool for them. For example: "Yeah, I like that album, but the one that came out years ago on that small label out of Portland was far superior." You guys crack me up. It's all about how you can culturally "out-reference" someone else. To see your kind together is even better because it's like you guys try to keep topping one another to see who is the most culturally deep in knowledge and taste. It's the classic record nerd thing to do.

Oh, and anything that you don't collectively find very cool........is lame. Hence, my admiration for Vincent Gallo. (I can just hear the saliva drops hit your keyboard as I start into this......this is the one you've been waiting for! ) Or even Morrissey. Yes, it's true. Both of these artists have a cult-like following, that I belong to whole-heartedly, and you guys just don't get it. Why is that? I think because it's cooler to be "cool". To try to act as if you don't care, but secretly at home....you guys are some of the biggest fanboys out there. I mean, you ARE a huge Zep, Pink Floyd, Genesis, Art-rock fag. Speaking of art rock, you and Gallo would get along great with both of your admiration for Yes.

I think it's very American to be overly critical of something.....even something that you actually liked. It's kinda a "hater" move. It's like wishing your friend's rival band doesn't succeed. It's commonplace to act in this fashion because everyone has their own damn opinion about something. Hell, that's what the whole idea is behind this silly blog, right? To entertain ourselves with our own silly perspectives. Listen, I do believe that it's healthy to have some positive critique on everything, but if you liked it....don't be a hater. Be a congratulator. PTA made a damn good movie. Give a bro some props.

Now, I gotta go grab Harry some doughnuts..........

A segue back....

Since we've been on the topic of movies for a few posts, let me suggest an easy way to segue back into music (because, ultimately, I really need to start talking about Led Zeppelin) by throwing out another challenge:

Name the best musical performance in non-musical, non-concert film

This can be canned or lip-synced (as it very often is) or it can be a real live recording, but it can't be a movie about that artist or anything that is chiefly musical, and it can't be a documentary. It must be a movie where the characters wind up in a bar or a concert or whatever and see some artist perform. This is, by default, going to involve a lot of bar scenes.

This could be a real band, like the Circle Jerks playing in Repo Man, or it could be a movie-only band, like Otis Day and the Knights in Animal House. I'm going to have to rule out The Blues Brothers since that's a movie primarily about a band, just as I would pretty much rule out any Muppet movie, despite the spectacular songwriting contributions of Paul Williams and others to those brilliant soundtracks.

The key factor is really that the performance has to be a part of the story, whether primary or just incidental. It can be offhand or it can be absolutely key to the plot, but it must be a piece of the narrative. I think we should probably also rule out movies that are not primarily "musicals" but have more than two or three musical performances in them, like School of Rock – although I could watch that credit sequence over and over again and never get tired of it. As much as I know it will pain you, this would probably also exclude The Fabulous Baker Boys.

So, I've been thinking about this all morning and the one that continues to stick in my head is Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds performing "From Her to Eternity" in Wings of Desire. Something about the way it was integrated in to the movie, both in terms of visual and overall mood, really struck me when I saw it and continues to stick with me years later. So, that's my initial vote, but I'm eager to hear more examples from you.

Thank you, Mr Knowles

Ah, what an earnest fanboy you are. I think Ain't It Cool News is looking for freelancers - you should go look them up. You apparently checked your capacity for critical thought at the door of your last Rush concert, because you don't seem to be able to think sensibly about anything you admire. That may explain your inability to see Buffalo 66 for the pile of dried feces that it truly is.

I'll say it again - There Will Be Blood is a very good movie, just not a particularly pleasant one to watch. I was mostly discussing the score, since this is ostensibly a music blog, but it's clear we can't dance around the movie itself. So, I'll get my last few thoughts in here and then we can move on to something culturally relevant like Mariah Carey.

Regarding your final thought - that this was a bold, risky move - fuck that. There is nothing particularly risky in casting Daniel Day-Lewis as a scene-chewing madman. The gentleman comes with his own critical seal of approval. Casting Pauly Shore as Plainview would have been risky and bold. Todd Haynes makes bold, risky movies; Anderson mitigates his limited risk with big stars (Tom Cruise, anyone?) and pop star-penned scores (we can thank him for the resurgence of Aimee Mann, for whatever that's worth).

I think Anderson is an excellent filmmaker, and he may be one of the few true auteurs of his generation, in the sense that his movies are more reflective of his own sensibilities and (sometimes) cohesive vision than of the particular story he is telling. I do not disagree that he is able to extract good performances, though I found that blasted frog movie to be irritating and strident.

As to your previous (now deleted) assertion that he is the only one from that generation who's made anything worth shit, I might present to you Wes Anderson (another auteur, with perhaps an even more cohesive vision); Christopher Nolan (capable of making popular and interesting fare, a lá Spielberg); Hal Hartley (irritating as fuck, but a unique sensibility); the aforementioned Todd Haynes; I could go on. Tarantino may not be a convincing auteur, but you have to admit he is one hell of a cinematic DJ....

What I think PT Anderson in particular is lacking is the sort of subtlety and rhythm that a master filmmaker like Altman or Scorsese brings to any material. I wouldn't expect that from him at this point in his career, but it is important to distinguish between his "work of art" and other films, since your fanboy mindset seems to only be able to judge most movies as either "KICKASS" or "REALLY FUCKIN' KICKASS". I maintain that Anderson is almost constitutionally incapable of true subtlety, as this bit of "Guernica" shows.

The analogy to Picasso's horrific masterpiece is a good one, but it illustrates my point more directly than you might wish. If Picasso had painted nothing but Guernicas, he would have been a fringe artist like Munch or a niche painter like Bosch. Picasso's masterwork was so effective in large part because, within the body of his work, it was such a brutal departure. And even in this departure he showed nuance and abstraction.

Anderson's problem is that he wants every film he's made since Boogie Nights to take you up by the shoulders and shake you and convince you that he really means something here - he keeps making Guernicas. I think he's overcompensating, that's all. It doesn't make for an unwatchable movie, but it does place him in the company of people like Oliver Stone who sometimes take themselves too seriously. In the end, I think he wants to be Lars von Trier with a much bigger trailer.

I'd sign off with an insult, but I think I've worked enough of them in already. I look forward to your impassioned defense of Vincent Gallo's complete ouvre.

I Drink Your Milkshake.....2.0

Ok, I must apologize for the half-assed post I did for this yesterday. For some reason, it ended up reading like a fanboy review in a community college newspaper. I'm ashamed and embarrassed. Let's see if I can redeem myself.

On with the show.......

When I first saw this film, I really didn't get that Anderson was really trying to beat you over the head because he's a "serious filmmaker". Everybody has got to hate when a bro does something completely different. I gotta give credit to PTA because this was such a departure for his established Robert Altman-like style. It was a bold move to make this movie for a guy who was really only known for his hilarious take on porn....and this move paid off in spades. This movie isn't your average holiday blockbuster.....it's not even a movie, really. It's too big to be a movie. This is art. This is Anderson's "Guernica". You said something interesting yesterday about how you liked Jodorowsky's "El Topo", but that you probably couldn't watch it again and again. I agree. This movie isn't meant for repeat watchings.....and really, who would want to watch it over and over again? This film is so brutal and emotional that you would have to be like an abused woman who keeps going back to her husband for more. Yeah, yeah.....so, why did I buy the DVD then? Well, so you could borrow it and so I could have it in my collection for when I feel the need to be brutalized again.

It's a hard movie to shake because of Day-Lewis' absolutely electric performance as the oilman, Plainview. My god!!! Everytime he was on the screen, he just set it on fire! If I was an actor, I would quit and go back to waiting tables at Kerby Lane because how in the hell could you ever be that good? He is amazing and unreal in the film and it's his performance that helps elevate the film to epic heights. PTA really knows how to work with his actors. He's always been able to pull great and honest performances from his ensamble cast.....hell, even Adam Sandler in "Punch Drunk Love" was good. I have to admit that the scene from "Magnolia" when Tom Cruise is at his father's bedside has to be one of the top acting performances ever......and I hate Tom Cruise.....but, his performance made that damn film. (BTW, I like "Magnolia" a lot, except for that idiotic ending that had all of those frogs falling from the sky. Now that was a plea of someone trying to be a "serious director").

Now, on to the score.....holy crap. Was that one of the most grating and uncomfortable film scores in the history of cinema? Well, maybe except for Rick Springfield's "Hard to Hold" or really any John Singleton's movie soundtracks (that guy is a fucking hack). I realize that it was supposed to evoke an unsettling emotion from the viewer and it really did......but, damn was it interesting. You're right, there was already so much tension visually that PTA probably didn't need to add more by using this soundtrack, but it worked. When I was watching the film, I kept on thinking to myself about how relentless the score was....how it just beat you up. Think about it.....it's like if you looped the shower scene from "Psycho" over and over again. Except this time, the film is Anthony Perkins in drag and you're (the audience) Janet Leigh. We talked about John Williams' score for "Jaws" and how it became almost a separate entity with the visual. This is very similar.......it's kinda like Greenwood becomes Williams and Plainview becomes the shark. The way Williams used his famous score in "Jaws" is a perfect comparison to this film's soundtrack. Yet, when you heard the "duh duh duh duh duh duh...etc" you knew there was going to be a tense m0ment......the shark was about to attack that hot topless chick in the water. In TWBB, the movie is so tense that the soundtrack just adds to the electricity....yet, doesn't bring nothing else to it.

There are some very beautifully haunting tracks in the score as well. Greenwood's compositions are relentless, but there is also some charm to them. It's like if Danny Elfman went on a booze and drug bender and decided to just fuck with Tim Burton. I had to listen to the score on iTunes and was actually surprised that there were some tracks that were lush and minimalistic all at the same time (if that makes any sense). It's hard to remember those scores when the standout has to be the fierce brigade of tension-filled strings attacking you in your seat. You nailed it when you called the score "monochromatic" and "harsh and unforgiving". I read where most of the compositions were from an existing piece that Greenwood had done for something else......hence, the reason why he was unable to be nominated for an Oscar. I wonder what PTA was thinking when he thought this would be the perfect score for his bold movie? There is merit to the pairing of the two.......just not sure if the audience needed an extra elbow to the head? The visual is unsettling enough. The score just kicked you in the teeth when you were down.

Speaking of Greenwood......I gotta tell you, man.......I've been completely obsessed with Radiohead's "In Rainbows" album. Back when it came out, I listened to it once and thought...."ok, here's these bros trying to undo what they did best by putting out an album of jibberish and noise". I didn't like it. I couldn't understand what the hell Yorke was saying. Then I just forgot about it. I told you to keep an eye out on MHD for the "In The Basement" show where Radiohead played most of the album live in the studio. It was fucking amazing! Just to see them playing such layered music live and how they each had their own textured part to play was badass. I kinda got my respect back for them. They have been slowly losing their audience because they've been trying to do something different......out of the norm.....very much like what PTA was doing with TWBB. I've always respected artists that bucked the norm and took risks......but, with Radiohead, I think it was personal with me. I was mad at them for not giving us another "Ok Computer" or the even better "The Bends". I have to say that after repeated listenings to "In Rainbows", I think it's their most gentle and delicate album to date. It's really closer to their version of a soul record......some kind of indie RnB take. Check it out again......it's really fucking good.

With art, you sometimes don't have to get it all of the time.......you don't even have to like it. I appreciated TWBB because it was so brutal and was like a gut-punch that you didn't even see coming. PTA took a risk and I'll give him credit for it. I think what's the most shocking is that his previous movies all had some kind of heart to them.......and this one didn't have one at all. It's just a cold dark look at a sad obsessed man who wants everything and won't stop.......like you at gay bar. (I had to leave that line in there....it was too good).

Johnny Greenwood

Alright, this "hater" is going to take you to task over the Radiohead guitarist's big-picture soundtrack for There Will Be Blood. We've already debated the merits of the movie itself, which I found very good, despite Anderson's tendency to beat the viewer over the head with "this is an important movie" bluntness. I'm not sure the movie would have held together without Day-Lewis' method madness anchoring the whole thing, but as a bizarre, almost hellish, bleached-out period film, it's hard to think of anything that's tackled this kind of subject successfully in recent years without trumpeting the "revisionist" label. There Will Be Blood is truly an original work of art. Then again, I can think of quite a few John Ford movies I'd watch again before giving this one a second view. As rewarding and original as it was, this movie hurt my brain.

I blame said damage partially on the soundtrack, which screeched and caromed like a derailing train in scenes seemingly bereft of accompanying drama. It's clear that a peculiar brand of harshness was central to Anderson's portrayal of the period, and he certainly achieved that visually. Greenwood's soundtrack offered no relief – not that it absolutely must – but instead piled on the dread in a way that would make John Carpenter proud. If Anderson's filmic vision was one of sandpaper and grit, Greenwood's soundtrack felt like a nail file dragged slowly across it.

As an experiment in sinister, minimalist composition, I think the soundtrack holds some interest. Greenwood and company have trafficked in existential dread for years (somewhere along the line, they became our generation's Pink Floyd), so I guess it made sense to recruit one of the creators of a fully-realized, haunting rock sound. But I'm not sure that Greenwood's creation works particularly well for a movie, precisely because it offers no contrast with or complement to what's actually on screen. It is monochromatic, harsh and unforgiving; the violin crescendos scream at you as if a slasher is waiting around the bend. The movie beats you to a pulp, and the soundtrack comes by and kicks you in the head just to be sure.

I have no problem with atmospheric gloom (Michael Mann may be the standard bearer for that) or high musical drama (think of all those Lost cliffhangers) but both are typically leavened with something to keep you from clawing your eyes out; too much of anything, especially within the confines of a nearly three-hour period piece, can be a bad thing. Anderson used Greenwood's music sparingly – thankfully. But the sparse appearances stood out even more, calling attention to themselves like the ravings of the deranged minister.

I don't doubt that all of this was intentional – as I said, there is something about this movie (and a few others in Anderson's ouvre) that screams "LOOK AT ME, I'M SERIOUS." Maybe that's what happens when you've never surpassed the popularity of your light-hearted riff on seventies porn - you go and make really serious movies until people listen to what you have to say. Judging by the critical acclaim, Anderson was successful in finally getting people to take him goddamn seriously. I just don't think he needed a soundtrack to add another layer of misery on top of it.

What do you think?