October 09, 2006

OLD BLOODED

Vis a vis the emo-wave that will not die: Overwrought, sternly earnest and sentimental to death is a given--it's it's nature as well as it's parameter. But really. Reading the myspace comments for reunited Texas is Reason (2nd reunion show just added) and the ORAL HISTORY OF HOT WATER MUSIC in the new ish of AP (I know these are abstractions, not ness. part of "real" culture in most gr'up eyes)-- are valued exclusively for the romance of the was that they facilitate--and idea emo/hxc taught to it's second and third gens. It's not (just) nostalgia, it's the old generation's attemtped forstalling of the future, a blockade of inevitable: one day this precious time that spanned our teens and twenties will be forgotten, even by us, even by the people who are buying Braid singles for $26 on eBay. There is no way to even out the disparity, at this point, between the ones that inspired the eem and the ones that got rich off of ripping off their heroes: Pete Wentz is paying an LA condo mortgage and getting model pussy off bastardized Cap'n Jazz riffs from 14 years ago, so boo-hoo. Reading of these comebacks and these deaths that refused to die, it's like sitting next to a bunch of sauced vets belly up to the VFW hall bar, recounting the time they were in the shit. Except in this case, it's not a foxhole in Korea, it's a van in central Florida, it's seven-inches, it's the major they had too much integrity to sign to. Things that were boring in the first place.

I remember reading an interview with Exene about 10 years ago, when she was promoting her Auntie Christ record on Lookout. She was complaining that she never got her due and that kids today were just making garbage noise, ripping X off pitifully, ad naus--the typical bitter tyrade. But it was ridiculous: X had lasted a decade, made half a dozen odd records, she was being afforded a record deal based on what she was then versus now, and her complaints made it seem like she didn't understand the basic constructs of fame or time: it doesn't get to last forever. History comes along and washes most of what you have done away. "Cheap imitators" will reap your glory--and as is often the case, that's not a bad thing.

Posted by Jessica at October 9, 2006 03:53 PM | TrackBack