Tuesday, August 26, 2008

Special Guest Music Review: Chinese Democracy by Guns 'N Roses

[Editor's note: TBW colleague Tonian gave me permission to reprint his April 1, 2008 review for our periodical. This in honor of the end of the Beijing Olympic Games--in the hope that China may one day throw off the yolk of soft communist authortarianism, and in some hopeful future, bear the horse collar of minarchist anarchocapitalism]

It is a hackneyed joke in the music industry that democracy will ultimately prevail in China before Guns ‘N Roses’ Chinese Democracy gets released. A decade-long feud between Axl Rose and lead guitarist Slash along with many changes in the band’s creative direction, have conspired to delay the album’s release until Fall 2008, seventeen years after the GNR hit Use Your Illusion II.* However, as with all post-industrial musical projects of great import, leaked tracks have percolated through the fiber optic ether, and a painstakingly compiled and verified copy of the final cut has been hustled and smuggled through the back hallways of the McCombs GSB itself…

And so, after several rounds of negotiated barter with Bostonian 2nd year Dan Sarles (let’s just say the words “Carlton Fisk home run ball” entered into the discussion) I managed to procure one such copy, aptly described by my regionally-handicapped friend as “wicked awesome.” That a Princeton-educated English major like Dan could not, through fog of sheer joy, overcome his primal New England urge toward misplaced adjectives in describing Democracy should have indicated to me how “wicked awesome” this album indeed was.

In the 1987 Cary Elwes vehicle The Princess Bride, Sicilian mastermind and villain Vizzini confronts virtuoso swordsman and protagonist, Westley, with his claim to genius:

Vizzini: I can't compete with you physically, and you're no match for my brains.

Westley: You're that smart?

Vizzini: Let me put it this way. Have you ever heard of Plato, Aristotle, Socrates?

Westley: Yes.

Vizzini: Morons!

Guns ‘N Roses can comfortably make an analogous claim to its own superlative brilliance with its as-yet publicly released magnum opus, Chinese Democracy. Democracy can’t be fairly compared to other GNR albums or to those of its lesser peers—Ten by Pearl Jam or Nevermind by Nirvana—karaoke tyros by comparison. Instead, musical historians 100 years hence will inevitably compare Democracy to Beethoven’s Ninth, The Beatles’ Yesterday, or Wagner’s Der Ring des Nibelungen. If ever there were a compendium to fulfill the promise of Bill and Ted’s Excellent Adventure—that perfect music will slay the demonic triumverate of poverty, war, and pollution—it will be Democracy, or it will be nothing. When the physicists overseeing the CERN particle accelerator finally isolate the Higgs Boson, they will find its subatomic spin resonates to the discordant melody of track 2’s heavy metal cover of “Eleanor Rigby”.

Some Democracy highlights, track by track:
December Snow: A melancholy dirge reflecting on loneliness and lost love in winter, the track tops out the album at 15 minutes, 37 seconds. The only “sequel” song in the GNR library.

Eleanor Rigby: Continues in the tradition of “cover as superior to original” begun by “Live and Let Die” and “Knockin’ on Heaven’s Door.” Rumored have caused the McCartney-Mills divorce after Mills realized that her husband had been topped.

Don’t Cry (second redux): GNR’s Pynchonian third take on its 1991 original; Dave Grohl makes a guest appearance on the drums.

Internecine Conflict: An angry refrain directed at the futility and folly of mankind’s wars-“what’s so ‘nice’ about internecine conflict anyway?”

The Return of Slash: The most vindictive track in the album, it mostly takes Use Your Illusion II’s expletive-laden “Get in the Ring” and subs in the word “Slash” for every reference to Bob Guccioni. Apparently Slash’s commitment to new band Velvet Revolver precluded a cameo, prompting this relentless musical tirade.

Sweet Child of Mine (redux): Perhaps the best song of the decade, it’s like the opposite of “Hey There, Delilah” by Plain White T’s.

Long review short: you must buy Chinese Democracy at or before its release date. Mortgage your house, liquidate your stocks, pillage the ATM—do whatever you can to acquire this album—the apotheosis of the audible. If this were a movie, it would be Citizen Kane; if this were a book, it would be Ulysses; if this were a general, it would be Rommel, Kublai Khan, Hannibal and all the other bad guy military prodigies that have so terrified the civilized people of history, all rolled into one. It’s wicked awesome.

So on that note, I’m retiring my station here at the TBW—hope you’ve enjoyed all the needlessly convoluted prose. Good night, and good luck.

*Let’s just all agree to forget 1994’s Spaghetti Incident, GNR’s Rocky V

Friday, August 22, 2008

My favorite Shakespearean Play

has always been Merchant of Venice.
I demand my pound of flesh!

Thursday, August 21, 2008

Swiftboat '79


I think that of all the political scandals in all of history that have caused the downfall of regimes that have ruled over empires of millions, this one is my favorite.
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My favorite part is how his press secretary explains the President's quite sound logic seven years later in his memoir.

Friday, August 8, 2008

Beijing's Deb Party


You will first notice, of course, that the Australians have decided to wear Crocs to the biggest and most meaningless spectacle of the decade. Questionable decision there. The Aussie flag bearer also brought along the nation's "colonial nonsense" flag whilst a few of his team members waved mini versions of the far superior green and yellow boxing kangaroo flag. Otherwise, collectively, they looked kind of like the Watercube.
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There are several other observations that I'll make about the opening ceremony (the "walk of nations" part), which I just spent a considerable part of Friday evening watching:
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1) Narrating China's rise to superpower status was Bob Costas, whose thinly veiled disdain for the costumes of inferior nations was highly entertaining. When out walked the Czech delegation--whose sartorial stylings were admittedly Crocs-level bad--Costas' remarks reminded me of Greg Marmalard introducing "Sydney, Clayton, Jugless, and Mohammet" to Pinto back at the Omega House rush party at Faber College.
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2) China put on a hell of a show, but it might have been too good, you know what I mean? They cared a little too much, like the boyfriend that tries too hard and gets dumped for the emotionally distant asshole. When the U.S. hosted the Olympics in '96, we were like, "all of our major cities are busy so--here--you can put your gay little games in Atlanta. They're not doing anything, right?" That's the sort of post-Cold-War superpower arrogance for which Mike Pemulis feels truly wistful and to which China hasn't caught on yet.
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3) Most "talented" team: Sweden, easy, but with Mexico as a surprising second.
Couple of points and/or complaints here though:
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a. NBC's commercial breaks lopped off time from the delegations of Norway and Iceland, who you could see from the quick, post-commercial cutaway shots had some serious talent. This thing was filmed twelve hours before--you can't cut to commercial and then return to where the broadcast was exactly when you left? Makes no sense to me.
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b. Germany's and England's* teams were very disappointing. Brazil had some cuties, as did Italy. As did Australia, despite the outfits. Canada had a lot of white people. I knew they were mostly white; didn't know they were all white. Reminded me of that Coldplay concert I went to with Blackout** back in '06.
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c. The cameras didn't really focus on US talent that much since they were mostly panning over guys like Kobe, LeBron, Phelps etc. They caught Jennie Finch on camera for a minute, but she just doesn't really do it for me, though our President might disagree.
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4) Speaking of the President, did anyone else notice how, whenever they caught him on camera, he kept bouncing his knee up and down, slouching back in his seat, clearly bored and impatient? At one point, he had one of those mini American flags in his right hand, and he kept hitting it against his bouncing knee as he looked at his watch. Laura also had her usual vacant stare going in full force. I don't know who handed W. that little flag, but it was clearly a burden by national delegation #186 when it was near midnight. He can't just throw it on the ground like a bag of peanuts at the ballgame, you know?
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Though wouldn't it have been neat if at one point during the ceremony he thought "fuck this little flag!" and tossed it to the ground right as cameras were panning to him? Our pundits would be talking about it for days--that small inanimate piece of cloth, dye, and wood.
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5) Saychelles, Maldives, two Congos, Surinam--you know what? I don't give a shit. Let's lump these all into a big "minor nations" grab bag delegation and move on. With the exception of:
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6) Monaco, who looked very opulent in their blue sports coats and Hermes ties. "They may not win any medals, but the property values stay high regardless" chimes in Costas.
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7) I thought the U.S. delegation looked smashing in their Polo sport coats, white pants, and derbies. Apparently, we're branding ourselves as a superpower among superpowers, and we're going to be the evil preppy superpower. Billy Zabka in a school with three bullies. Real, specialized multipolority. Also impressed that, unlike every other nation, we didn't feel the need to wave little stick flags around, opting just for the one big one. As if to say, "you nerds know what our flag looks like, now check out my blazer, bitch."
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I also liked how in that central post-walk gathering section, all the foreign athletes came up to get photos with visibly annoyed American basketball players.
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Which leads to my final point:
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8) The flag-bearers of Germany, Russia, Argentina, and even China itself are all basketball players living and working in the United States***, including one very conspicous Asian who plays for my hometown Houston Rockets. So say what you want about imperial ebb, our broken financial system, or a post-American world, we're still the rockstars of the world, even if we have to borrow money to buy our rockstar heroin****.
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*Old joke: what do you call an attractive woman in London? Punchline: a tourist. ROFL?
**Checking in: Blackout
***Nowitski, Kirilenko, Ginobili, and Yao
****A metaphor for cheap credit. Did you get it? Maybe you thought I meant oil. Maybe I shouldn't have explained it.

Thursday, August 7, 2008

Btw, Yotts, It's Really Me

My buddy Yotts didn't think this was really me writing this drivel. There you go, Yottes.

Tuesday, August 5, 2008

Sorry I haven't posted in a while

But I've been really busy at work...returning some videotapes etc

Meanwhile, have a look at collegehumor's take on the Christian Bale Assault here.

I'll get to Austin bars 6-10 this evening.