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to a sixteen page Bagpipe, and sixteen days until summer.
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I’d like to defend this kind of romanticism, but I can’t. If anything, those songs were moments, little ones that fed into bigger ones that, when viewed together, formed a powerful but indefinable impression. There has never been one song, or one album, or even one artist that has ever captured all the fears, longings, fashions, and world crises of a generation, and This Is Happening will be no different. But I wanted it to be. And even now, after self-deflating all my sweeping, misguided notions, there are still moments on This Is Happening that make me second-guess myself—notably, “All I Want.” Easily the album’s crowning achievement, it follows the footsteps of James Murphy’s other two great hits, “Someone Great” and “All My Friends,” by taking a familiar chord progression and a simple melody and letting them burn slowly above a growing swell of synths and circular beats. All this builds while Murphy sings over and over, “All I want is your pity,” and it’s a pretty poignant statement for our moment in time. Sociologists say our generation is one of unabashed optimism despite an overwhelming burden of inherited problems—economy, environment, and world relations, to name a few. We’re the generation that expects much for ourselves, but not nearly as much as the passing generation expects from us. And when Murphy sings, “All I want is your pity,” it sounds like a preemptive apology for a generation that wants to create world peace as much as we want the doe-eyed glow of beer and strobe lights and petty romance, night after night after night. But that only describes us—you and I—halfway, doesn’t it? What really defines our generation is our need for immediacy up against the wary economists who are telling us, “Save! Build! Wait!” This is the same tension that defines Murphy’s sound. The songs, most of which are seven-plus minutes in length, start with something simple, catchy, immediate, and let it patiently grow to an unbearable weight. Above all that, Murphy speaks to us like a drunken, self-conscious Confucius, always trying to form his aphorism but never quite saying it. He runs trails around both images gathered from real life and those fabricated from an illusory pop otherworld—the one where James Murphy, an aging, rambling nerd, is an international pop icon. And that’s who we are, a generation guiltily torn between the pressing needs of our world-in-shambles and the majestic, if all but fleeting world that pop music has been promising us for the greater portion of our lives. Is that our generation? Or have I generalized too much? Looking back on the first decade of the 21st century, a lot of people are trying to distill the sound of our music into one, all-encompassing tagline. It’s the unfortunate effect of historicizing to make complex things simple, and if at all possible we should avoid doing so. I can only hope that someday, when my son finds this CD in an old shoebox and listens for the first time to “All I Want,” he’ll understand the generation it was trying to capture, and maybe, for a second, he’ll feel this moment in time—our moment—as if it was still the present. Erykah Badu helped pioneer neo-soul at the beginning of the decade, blending funk, soul, jazz, and hip-hop into a distinct sound. Other artists (such as D’Angelo and India.Arie) produced similar work, but only Badu outlasted what proved to be a brief trend. Her last album, New Amerykah Part One (4th World War), managed to meld neo-soul with a more modern hip-hop sound that kept her from slipping into obscurity with her peers. Not only did she successfully update her sound, she created a masterpiece of potent social commentary. The album greeted listeners with a cackling pitch-shifted Wizard of Oz promising them the American dream, and proceeded to tackle issues of identity, poverty, and justice. Her newest album, New Amerykah Part Two (Return of the Ankh) is supposed to be a sequel, but it bears little emotional resemblance to its predecessor. “There are only two emotions experienced by humankind: fear and love,” says Badu on one of the album’s interludes. This simplistic New Age maxim belies the thematic underpinnings of the duology—if Part One was fear, than Part Two is love. Where Part One looked outward and critiqued society, Part Two is an introspective journey through human emotion. Like its forerunner, New Amerykah Part Two is a sprawling and scattered expression of whatever happened to be on Badu’s mind at the time. Love is a loosely unifying theme, and the multi-movement songs prove she has plenty to say about the subject. Songs vary wildly in their tone. One moment she wants a “ticket outta town” (“Window Seat”) and the next she’s lonely (“Gone Baby, Don’t Be Long”). A few minutes later she’s joking about sleeping with your friends (“You Loving Me”). What’s beautiful about New Amerykah as a series is that its separate parts dialogue with each other. Part Two fills in some of the emotional gaps of Part One. Both albums feature barely-perceptible transitions between tracks that make the whole experience surreal. And the ultra-cool production on Part Two brings much-needed resolution to the claustrophobic and frantic sounds of Part One. She’s been accused of narcissism, but a personality as complex as Erykah Badu’s merits two albums and twenty-three tracks to fully capture it.
In the ancient Viking town of Berk, dragons are the people’s biggest concern. They regularly attack the town, stealing sheep and burning buildings to the ground. Becoming a dragon slayer is the highest honor one can achieve, and young Hiccup wants to be one of these honored elite. After all, not only is Hiccup’s father the leader of the village, but he’s also the mightiest dragon slayer in all of Berek. He has a family name to live up to. The problem is he’s nothing like the muscular, brave Stoik the Vast. He’s the complete opposite. The clumsy and lean Hiccup spends his time inventing clever contraptions. Putting him on the battlefield is just asking for trouble. When one of Hiccup’s contraptions successfully brings down a dragon, he can’t bring himself to slay the beast. He befriends the dragon instead, learning over the course of time that the dragons are nothing like what the Vikings believed them to be. Hiccup learns to see the dragons for what they truly are, but will the rest of the village be as accepting? How to Train Your Dragon has an extremely familiar plot, so much so that even a child can tell from the very beginning where the plot is going. However, in their first animated outing since Lilo and Stitch, directors Dean Deblois and Chris Sanders weave an enchanting and engaging tale. They do this by maintaining a good balance between humor and action while still focusing on telling a story. They spend as much time developing the characters as they do creating believable animation, especially the dragons. The animation department at DreamWorks must have had a blast bringing the dragons from Cressida Cowell’s children’s book to life. From Night Furies and Gronckles to Hideous Zipplebacks, each species is as magical and unique as the next. The decision not to make the dragons able to talk is why the film is so successful. It gives the artists more freedom in conveying emotion and cuteness than if they had given them pointless dialogue. Granted, How to Train Your Dragon isn’t the most original animated movie to grace the silver screen, but it’s one of the most enjoyable and family-friendly films of the year. The fact that it is back on top as the number two movie in America proves that point. We need more movies like this. Hollywood thinks that profane, pointless films exalting immoral lifestyles are what bring in the dough. No, it’s the dragons.
The production of Niada successfully maneuvered the challenges of a one-act play. McCullough’s script kept the language simple, not only abstracting the setting and making it more accessible to the audience, but also allowing character development to move quickly. In fact, with the title heroine unable to speak for most of the play, and the majority of the performers playing silent roles, the performance relied on the physical skills of the actors more than the vocal. The dancers, seniors Wes Simmonds and Justin Johns, and freshman Ann Jones, were as important to the success of the play as the speaking roles. Prior to Niada’s haunting first line, these three played the ocean, dancing with streamers as the watery world itself, and, as the sea creatures, they lurked in colorful, mismatched masks, lending an uneasy, alien feel to the realm of the sorceress Istre. The set, designed by McCullough and senior B. Mitchell, did not impede the story, but it reflected the department’s lack of funds. McCullough’s characters were profound and, despite the outward appearance of some, profoundly human. Freshman Beth Mixon played the mermaid Merin, comically and movingly juvenile in her desperate love for the human prince Dorian, played by freshman John Hollback. Merin’s father, the sea king (senior Isaac Spiecher) has sworn “ne’re again shall the two worlds meet.” Merin, however, appeals to her Aunt, Istre. Played by a sharp, authoritative junior Katie Jenkins, Istre agrees to make Merin human in exchange for her beautiful voice. Merin’s transformation was accompanied by costuming ingenuity and one of the evening’s more powerful sound and light displays. This was a shocking, powerful transition to the world on land. Cawley’s costuming was, like the set, minimalistic. Merin and her sisters Gwynlyn (freshman Alia Hollbeck) and Hali (freshman Anne Patterson) wore straight dresses as tails, and the dancers wore masks to represent their varied roles. Scene changes once again made creative use of the dancers, and even the main actors, who remained in character as they shifted set-pieces. This greatly aided the play by maintaining the flow of the story, and even introduced some subplots, such as Simmonds’ and Cawley’s entertaining flirtation. If the play had a weak point, it was the establishment of character. With only one act, and without a well-visualized world or distinct vocabulary, it was difficult to empathize with the characters. Mixon and Hollbeck played parts that demanded precision in every line, stance, and motion in order to convey the essentials of the story. They did an admirable job; still, sometimes they were difficult to read. Freshman David Pickering gave a laudable performance as the particularly mature character Kade, Dorian’s brother. Christina Hartwell’s performance as the princess Aislyn was brief but surprisingly sympathetic, owing to good delivery of strong lines. Hollback played his young character as immature and shallow, both inviting and forgetting “his Niada’s” (Merin’s) love, and driving the play, to a dark, yet redemptive, climax. Istre offers Merin one way of escape from the pain-ridden human world: kill the prince. Merin, by now the epitome of silent agony, hurls herself into the sea rather than make such a decision. When the sea king berates Istre for enabling Merin’s transformation, Istre sinisterly turns the table by offering a terrible choice: the sea king may restore his daughter’s life and voice by making her permanently human, but at the cost of his own mortality. Ruled by love for his daughter, the king silently hands Istre his scepter and carries his daughter back to land. Waking to discover her father’s sacrifice, the mourning Merin speaks for the first time to Kade, and the play concludes with the establishment of their relationship. ![]() London-based beatmaster Rusko enchants an excited crowd with his suspensful build-ups and crazy drops. Dubstep is finally seeping into American culture. For the past decade, Dubstep has grown into one of the most widely accepted and discussed new genres worldwide. Although the ideas and influences behind Dubstep may seem obscure, the outcome is surprisingly accessible, and has turned into a multicultural epidemic—but the good kind. As Reggae grew in popularity in the 1960s, a small group of innovative, London-based music lovers sought to create a new subgenre of Reggae by simply distorting and manipulating the sounds of popular songs. Typically they just dubbed out the vocals, emphasized the bass lines, subtly affected the drums, and added interesting sounds to generate a very relaxed, ambient vibe. This genre was very cleverly titled “Dub.” Now, fast-forward thirty years. London lays legitimate claim to the birthplace of the vast majority of notable electronic dance producers as well as a hotbed of clubs, fans, and underground pirate radio stations devoted to this music. Most great dance music pulses at about 128 beats per minute. That is the familiar tempo of the traditional bouncing, bassy kick drum that drives club music, house, UK garage, disco, and now most pop songs on the radio. Think Britney Spears’ “Toxic.” A handful of London producers decided that such a tempo did not provide enough flexibility to exhaust their abilities, and created a new genre called 2-Step. 2-Step resides at 140 beats per minute. The kick drum doesn’t simply pound on every quarter note, but slowly and intricately bounces around the measure. 2-Step is more conducive to slow head bobbing than it is to energetic jumping or moshing. It uses much more syncopation and a variety of rhythms to create a less danceable, but more engaging sound, reminiscent of the forgotten genre of Dub. Thus, Dubstep was created. Some of the first notable Dubstep artists like Skream, Benga, and Kode 9 got their start producing an identifiable sound using these sparse but intricate beats, deep bass lines, and an undeniable Reggae influence. Dubstep received strong promotion from BBC Radio 1 as these producers strung together long DJ sets of their own music mixed with music of lesser-known underground Dubstep producers. It did not take long for this sound to spread. In the years since, Dubstep has evolved in several different directions. Many artists like Skream still operate under the influence of Reggae, generating heavy, relaxed, very crisply produced songs, as exemplified by the song “Dutch Flowerz.” “Grime,” a branch of this traditional Dubstep sound actually samples Reggae vocalists, like in Tes La Rok’s Remix of Uncle Sam’s “Round the World Girls.” American producers, like Joker and Bird Peterson have translated the ideas of Dubstep to a sound that flirts with synth-heavy Hip-Hop. This sound works so well that many producers have used it to remix popular rap songs. This seems to be one of the most widely accepted subgenres of Dubstep in America. In fact, Joker was commissioned to write the theme song for TRON Legacy, which is likely to be one of the biggest blockbusters of the year. Another notable evolution of Dubstep is the “wobble.” The wobble is one of the most identifiable sounds in popular Dubstep. It is the “wah wah wah” sound of a distorted, oscillating synthesizer that has played a huge role in popularizing Dubstep. In fact, wobble-craftsmen Rusko and Caspa have been strongly criticized for over-popularizing and mainstreaming Dubstep by using the wobble. Maybe the most popular Dubstep song of last year (my first exposure to the wobble) was Excision and Datsik’s “Swagga.” The throbbing, aggressive wobble almost sounds like it is talking, and whatever it’s trying to say isn’t nice. The sound is contagious. This subgenre, commonly referred to as “Bro-Step” is considerably more aggressive and often darker than traditional Dubstep. I recommend Rusko’s “Woo Boost,” Bogore’s remix of “Womanizer,” and virtually anything else produced by Excision and Datsik. Subtler examples of the wobble can be found in Rusko’s “Jahova” or Benga’s “26 Bsslines.” Ambient artist Burial fits authentic, rustic drums sounds, brilliantly paced synthesizer, and atmospheric vocal samples into the Dubstep framework. He appeals to lovers of Aphex Twin, Boards of Canada, and other minimalistic IDM (Intelligent Dance Music) producers. Much of Kode 9’s music flows in this vein as well. DJ Rupture found success by using samples from all over the world in his brilliantly mixed 2008 album Uproot, forming a phenomenally diverse and seemingly organic interpretation of Dubstep. Dubstep is very young, and it is already blooming into a global, diverse, and fascinating movement. It seems to transcend lines between other genres and cultures by fitting those genres into the loose framework of Dubstep. It is a common language. From the dark, underground, relaxed sounds that originated in London ten years ago to the festive subgenre “Cumbia” in Mexico and everything in between, Dubstep is, at the very least, worth a few listens. To illustrate the diversity and quality of the music described in this article, I have recorded a DJ set that includes most of the songs and artists discussed. It is available for listening online at: www.soundcloud.com/johnrudolphdrexler. |
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