02 Feb 2012
Played on Xbox360
I feel compelled to write about Bastion. I mean, I could just say “it’s good, you should play it”, which is totally accurate, or “it’s so good I played it twice”, which is also definitely true, but I think the game deserves more than that. It deserves some gushing.
Bastion is a downloadable game for the Xbox (PC too, although I played it on the Xbox). I guess I’d describe it as an 2D action game with RPG elements, although that’s about as descriptive as filing music under the “rock” genre. It’s got an overhead perspective, you run around and take down the baddies while progressing through levels. That’s how it plays… but that part is pretty irrelevant. I mean, it plays well, but that’s not the point. The point is that Bastion is a thing of beauty.
When I say beauty the first thing that probably comes to mind is its visual presentation. Art direction, graphics, whatever. That’s all strong, but that’s not what I’m talking about. This game is a treat for the ears. It’s an auditory delight. Turning down the volume on this game is a punishably criminal offense.
The first thing you’ll notice is the narrator. You’re dropped in the game with some quick description of your surroundings by some gravelly old timer. Nothing else happens, you just sit there, seeing what is presumably your avatar lying down. Eventually you try to press some buttons and the kid will stand up. As he does the narrator describes what just happened. You continue moving around and this narrator follows describing things as you do them.
It’s a subtle but hugely important addition. It’s like in Mass Effect how they let you select your dialog responses before the other person is finished speaking. It’s about the rhythm of the experience. Having the narrator in Bastion respond to what you’re doing makes it feel like you are living out a story. As if what you’re doing is important, noteworthy. And most importantly, the language, vocabulary, cadence, and tone of the narrator firmly plants you in this world more so than any visual ever could.
The narrator from Bastion has been much applauded in the game’s critical reception. But reducing Bastion to a game that is only interesting because of its narrator is selling it short.
The music. Oh my god the music. There are few games that have caused me to go track down the soundtrack. This is definitely one of them. It feels simultaneously old yet modern, western but eastern. It feels like a future that is firmly grounded in the past. It’s Firefly. It’s steampunk. It’s extraordinarily intentional and extraordinarily good. Again, more than any visual element, the music places you in a fully realized world.
Reading the notes from the composer, apparently he was aiming for “acoustic frontier trip-hop”. Yes! That! OMG yes that!
It’s not my intention to sell the visual presentation or gameplay short. They’re both very strong. The visuals are vibrant, interesting, and unique. The gameplay is simple but tight, and builds in a way that gives you plenty to master. It’s a holistically enjoyable package. But it’s the sweet sounds encircling my brain that make me love Bastion. It’s good. You should play it.
01 Feb 2012
Sweating Bullets - Megadeth
We just went through a rather cohesive set of grunge influences, where’s this Megadeth thing coming from? It’s certainly true that I never ended up a metal-head, but it’s not as if I wasn’t exposed to these things. We’re entering a period here where there’s a lot of divergent influences coming in from my brother and my brother’s friends. I remember this song specifically. Something about the hardcore music combined with the funny voice just stuck with me. That and “Symphony of Destruction”.
Nuthin’ But A ‘G’ Thang - Dr. Dre
I’m guessing when most people hear this song they don’t think of stop motion LEGO movies. Yeah, didn’t think so. Well my brother, his friend Justin, and I made a movie that had something to do with… time travel? I think. Damn I wish I could get a copy of that. It had an awesome driving sequence set to this song, with special effects that make seeing the strings seem professional. And then there were stop motion LEGO-men walking sequences. And then live action sequences of our awesomely awkward selves. Seriously, anyone have a copy of this? I need to see it again.
Take Five - Dave Brubeck
This is what adolescence looks like. From metal to rap to jazz; all of the sudden I’m absorbing all these extremely different things at the same time.
This one in particular is associated with making chili with my dad. It was a company picnic, and there was a chili cook-off. We made an entry and somehow won. I think it’s mostly because people took some extremely creative interpretations on what chili is and I just stuck to tradition. I remember one of the chili competitors having fruit in it, for example. Anyway, winning made me feel kind of weird, because I was the bosses son. I mean, the voting was anonymous, but it still felt odd.
The chili was cooked entirely while listening to jazz on the public radio station, and as a result “Take Five” by Dave Brubeck still sticks out in my head as a song for cooking chili.
Fluffhead > Fluff’s Travels - Phish
In 7th grade I made a new friend named Kevin who conveniently lived just down the road from me. He introduced me to this band named Phish.
As you can see from everything leading up to this moment, this came at a time when I was sorting through a lot of varied influences and trying to find my own tastes. Phish was obscure and weird enough to give me that much needed middle school individualism that we all seemed to crave. The song I remember clicking for me first was “Fluffhead”.
I remember the moment I first heard it pretty clearly, actually. Well, I think I do - I might be collapsing two evenings into one in my head. Details. It was a sleepover at Kevin’s with me, him, and this guy Zach who also rode our bus. Kevin said he wanted to try smoking a cigarette and drinking a beer. I thought he was joking; it turns out he wasn’t. He was the only one to partake, and the evening ended with Kevin falling asleep and Zach vandalizing him with some aerosol cheese. It was not cool, and Kevin and I stopped hanging out with Zach after that.
The point, however, is that Kevin had a Phish tape on during the evening, and it was interesting and different. I followed up later and bought the album, Junta, which ended up being the first album I bought for myself. I proceeded to follow through their discography as money allowed and eventually catch up with current day, which at the time was Hoist.
I have fond memories, but I can’t listen to Phish now like I could then. But they represent a couple things to me. One, as I said, was individuality. I was listening to something completely different from what everyone else was. Sometimes even at the cost of quality.
Phish’s music was as much about the process as the end product, which appealed to me as someone who was diving into playing the guitar. But mostly it was about the moments. Their songs ramble and at times edge on dissonance, but sometimes the band just comes together in a magical way that wouldn’t be as good without the parts that came before. They really rode out the whole musical journey, embracing contrast tones and free exploration. Mixed results, sure, but it sure provided an interesting range.
But I think the most important thing is that Phish will forever be associated with my first real friend, Kevin.
30 Jan 2012
I’m a child of the Seattle area, so even though I was too young and thoroughly uncool I was exposed to grunge music in real time. Of course at this age all music was essentially new to me so it’s not as if I was aware that this particular sub-genre was of the local variety. But this next block of influential songs should show some not-so-subtle commonality. Welcome to the 90’s.
Come As You Are - Nirvana
I didn’t discuss it in my guitar story, but the first song I ever learned how to play was “Come As You Are” by Nirvana. Which was followed shortly by “Lithium”. The odd thing is that I learned these songs on that nylon string classic acoustic guitar - not exactly ideal for playing a genre renowned for heavy distortion. I didn’t really notice - I was still just struggling to actually get the thing in tune.
Alive - Pearl Jam
This song is tied in my head to one Michael Lee, and the experience of the two of us playing guitar together. I remember learning the first couple bars of the guitar solo and quickly getting horribly lost after that. But I pretended to keep up anyway.
Hearing that solo takes me back to the sleepover at that friend’s house where we learned the song. That night (or at least a similar one) we were somehow allowed watched Silence of the Lambs, but I was thankfully still too young to be disturbed by it. It’s funny that this was also the kid whose mom wouldn’t let him play Dungeons & Dragons because of fear of devil worship or something. The timelines match up - 2nd edition of AD&D was where TSR pulled any sort of really controversial imagery from the game, which came out right around Pearl Jam’s Ten. I’m sure most people don’t have that sort of correlation in their head - that’s just how it worked out for me.
These were good times. Later, I would suspect that this particular group of friends had become too cool for me. In retrospect now I think this was partially just in my head, but not completely. I probably made it worse on myself in some sort of self-fulfilling prophesy. However at this moment, for this song, I was happy. Middle school hadn’t sunk its teeth in yet and I wasn’t yet questioning my friendships.
Big Empty - Stone Temple Pilots
Someone gave me this album for my birthday, and I remember being disappointed because I had wanted some other album (not that I can remember which one now). Because of that I resisted and didn’t appreciate the gems on the album at the time, and shortly thereafter I traded it for something else (which I also can’t remember).
In that short superficially dissatisfied time it still managed to plant some seeds that matured later when I no longer had access to the album. As in all of the sudden I’m singing along to “Interstate Love Song” off the car radio and totally loving it. I think there’s something about STP that doesn’t work when your voice is still cracking.
My Wave - Soundgarden
We’re on a family boat trip. For some reason my brother and I are able to split off in his Whaler to go… somewhere. I think we’re somewhere near McNeil island, but I never paid the charts any attention so who knows. Anyway, we’re in this little boat, racing along with a boom box in the back. And on comes “My Wave”. I remember saying that I would never get sick of that sound. Of course the song turned out to be terribly repetitive. But whatever, in that moment, with the sound of the engine roaring and the water slapping the bottom of the boat, it was awesome.
I didn’t go explore Soundgarden properly until a year or so later, when I found songs like “Fell On Black Days” that hold up much better for me. This seems to be a recurring pattern - parting from the raw initial loves and returning a the more constrained sound.
Elderly Woman Behind a Counter… - Pearl Jam
As hinted above, some combination of voice changing and lack of affinity for lyrics prevented me from really connecting to vocal-heavy songs. Some songs transcend that problem; this is one of them. Even in the throws of adolescence this song demanded I sing along. I know this not because I remember singing to it, but because I actually know the words.
My brain processes vocals as just another instrument, so I rarely know the words to songs. But we’re entering a period where album ownership was a new thing to me. I became completely fascinated with liner notes. I remember pouring all over the quirky details, and I think that’s how I actually walked away knowing the words to songs like this and “Daughter”.