27 Feb 2012
I have plenty of musical memories from 8th grade, and I have another significant spike of influence in 10th grade that continues onward. But my Freshman year is a bit of a musical mystery. I’ve been digging and there just hasn’t been that much that I’ve found. I guess in response to the extreme social changes of high school I didn’t explore any new music. I mostly stuck with what I was already listening to and held on to that as a comforting constant in a sea of new experiences.
What we have here are mostly 8th grade experiences that just bled on through, because I basically have no memory of what was going on in late 1995.
Plateau - Nirvana
Most of my influences up until this point had been through friends. But at some point I started listening to the radio. Most adults get their radio time in the car, but as a kid you have to more intentionally carve out time to listen. I had a CD/cassette/radio stereo combo in my room by this point, and sometime around this time I started listening to 107.7 “The End”.
The Nirvana Unplugged album was released shortly after Kurt Cobain did himself in. I had listened to Nirvana earlier on, and learned to play guitar to a lot of those tunes, but I didn’t actually listen to them very much. This album though, this softening of their sound, really worked well for me.
I had fallen into the habit of listening to the daily top ten list on 107.7 before bed. I remember a long stretch where “Plateau” was the number one track. It got to the point where one night the DJ pleaded with people to lay off requests, to give up the slot to any other song even if for just one night. It’s not even that amazing of a song; there are plenty on the album that I prefer. I to this day don’t know why this is the song that worked for the mourners. Is it the sadness in his voice? The frantic chorus? The ethereal outro? Something about this song really connected with people to the point where they en masse called for it daily.
Personally I prefer “Oh Me”. But that’s not the memory now is it.
Add It Up - Violent Femmes
I had a cassette tape with part of this album on it. I don’t know if that tape was from my friend Carlos, but I forever associate it with him.
This song was… raw. Dirty. I mean, he says “fuck”, and that was still a big taboo to me. I felt like I was listening to something that I wasn’t supposed to. I’ve heard “Blister in the Sun” plenty of times over the years, but it’s “Add It Up” that takes me back to this time. There’s something about the irate loneliness that just fit. Carlos and I are out on our bikes, full of misdirected lust towards our respective crushes. We’re talking and bonding as we zip around. And this is the soundtrack. Of course we were outside with no ability to broadcast music, but retroactively this is what’s playing in the background of my memory.
Devil Boy - Seven Mary Three
This is another album I attribute to times with Carlos. It immediately feels like an appropriate fit for those times, but I can’t put my finger on why. It fits into that same mental bucket as that Femmes track: biking around the neighborhood.
I remember being not entirely satisfied with this album. There was something about the tone that didn’t exactly work for me. It wasn’t… effortless. But there was some potential. I wasn’t able to really understand this until a couple of years later I experienced their next album, which we’ll talk about when it comes around.
In the end I went with “Devil Boy” as the track here because it feels more nostalgic for the time. But I’m thinking I like “Anything” better.
Golopogos -> Muzzle - The Smashing Pumpkins
I started listening to the Pumpkins because of a girl. Now their next album came out, in all its two disc glory, and I listened to it for my own reasons. And it was one hell of an album. Billy Corgan certainly hadn’t been dicking around with Siamese Dream, but Mellon Collie and the Infinite Sadness is pretty much the definition of ambitious rock album. Sweeping, symphonic, complex, and sometimes downright difficult to listen to.
I could never listen to this album in direct sequence. It’s just too all over the place. I developed some complicated series of track skips to carve my own path through it. It started with the title track, that lovely piano intro that brilliant lifts you up for “Tonight, Tonight”. The journey from there was a dreamscape that sometimes dipped into nightmare. “Jellybelly”, no thanks. “Zero” was okay, but I would rather skip right past to “Here Is No Why”. I kept going for a bit but would be sure to skip “An Ode to No One”. “Love” too, depending on mood. But then I’d be free to relax off the skip button as the disc closed out in style.
The best example of what the album was for me is in the combination of “Galapogos” and “Muzzle”. “Galapogos” does that thing I love, where it slowly builds from a soft gentle intro into a heartfelt crescendo. That emotionally and sonically leaves me ready for the anthemic yell of “Muzzle”. I perceive them as one song. Which is normally the sign of a good album, but of course I had to skip three or four tracks before getting to this pair. It somehow makes it even harder for me to select a song for this album. It was always a connected experience, however uneven the journey.
1979 - The Smashing Pumpkins
With two discs to the album I feel it can justify two entries. This album coincides with my increasing friendship with Noah. Mellon Collie was something we were both processing at the same time. I don’t think I realized it at the time but we were listening to it in completely different ways. I’m pretty sure that the songs I skipped where the ones he listened to, and the ones that connected for me where ones he skipped. I didn’t really understand this about our dynamic until a solid four years later when we were college roommates.
But there’s one song that I think everyone can get behind: “1979”. Care free, optimistic, and swept away by a groove. It’s so tight and poppy that it feels like an extreme outlier in this crazy album. But it’s so good that it feels perfectly in place wherever you put it.
08 Feb 2012
In this musical timeline we have now arrived at the end of middle school and are about to embark on the journey that is high school. This seems like a good time to stop for a moment and take stock of where we are.
Story
When I started this project I didn’t think the individual memories would keep up. I mean, yes, as time marches forward my memories should be clearer so it follows that I would be able to remember more not less. But I guess I had expected my relationship to music to transition away from these little vignettes and towards rote refinement of musical tastes. Turns out no, the more I think about all of this, the more individual stories shake out. I had expected a format change by now, where there would be more songs and less text, but it just doesn’t look like that’s going to happen anytime soon. This is a good thing.
Influences
In looking back at my early music exposure it’s interesting to see how the sources of influence change. In the beginning I’m exposed to music by my parents and by media (movies and TV). As my older brother pioneers before me he starts to turn into a strong influence. Then I start making friends and am exposed to the music from their own music journey, often very different from my own.
There’s one thing missing here, and that’s radio. At the point where we are in the story right now I’m not really listening to the radio yet. That’s about to change, which will create some interesting waves.
But one thing seems to be true throughout all the years: I experience new music in bursts in response to social influences. In other words, I find music through friends, and I associate memories of specific friends with specific music.
A number of you have approached me and commented on this series. I’m doing this project for myself, but it’s always good to see others enjoying it. I love hearing the memories and stories that this unearths in all of you. Please feel welcome to comment and share. The further I get in the more I realize that my journey would not be the same without the friends around me.
History
So, where are we in that journey? You’ll notice that I have a strong grunge/alternative base. This genre was a rejection of overblown glam rock, and a softening of punk and metal. All of that has roots in what we call classic rock (basically hard rock and blues rock). At this age I have no concept of any of this. So I’m listening to a movement that’s a response to something I know nothing about, which is itself a response to something else I know nothing about. If I grew up in any other time I’m sure I’d be similarly clueless.
Some people are snobbish about their music. They’re doing it wrong. I’m not going to say that there isn’t bad music out there, because there totally is. But in the large music is entirely too personal to be judged against a universal bar. So much of how we relate to music is defined by our personal history, and each person’s history is different. I’ve been telling you about my story with some idea that it will contextualize who I am. But who knows if that translates.
In the story my tastes are beginning to form and individualize. I’m starting to get more cerebral about my music. This is a helpful thing at this time, but it will be something that I partially reject later. I have a tendency to overthink, and am often better served by simplicity.
One thing that’s becoming more important in this tale is the guitar. I’m starting to take playing it seriously. In middle school it’s a thing I dabble with; in high school it becomes part of my identity. Songs that work well with my guitar love will start to get extra attention.
You may have realized that there are plenty of B-side tracks on these lists when there are perfectly reasonable hits on the same album. At least for me, being a chart-topper has no correlation to the ability to form a powerful memory. I’m also just more of a B-side type person. These tracks are generally less obvious and more personal. They require some coaxing to come out of their shell. Like me.
Dirty Laundry
As we progress into high school some of these memories are going to become more personal… and not just for me. I can’t have a discussion about music without also talking about the ups and downs of friendships and relationships. From my perspective this is all in the past and easy to laugh at now. Others may not feel that way. I’m going to write it all anyway. I mean, what’s the point if I skip over the most poignant memories?
I’m about to head out on vacation, so sadly the series will be on pause for a least a week. When I return we’ll jump right into my Freshman year…
06 Feb 2012
Roundabout - Yes
In middle school I took a music appreciation class. It was actually pretty fun and covered an extremely diverse set of music. I was at just the right stage in developing my own musical tastes to really be open to all of it. Traditional symphonic, avant-garde, musicals, it was all over the place and all very interesting.
I remember being able to take a cassette home of the music from the class. I can’t remember if this was required homework, or if we were only expected to listen to stuff in class. It’s not like there were real tests or anything… this was a middle school elective. It’s funny, because now all I can think of is how much of a mess distributing copywrited material is. Supposedly there are allowances for educational use, but I can just see poor Mr. Pew getting thrown in prison for trying to “pirate” music for the children. The music business is such an ugly misguided place.
Anyway, there were lots of songs in that class. But I definitely remember “Roundabout”, and feeling that it was cool to have a class where it was my homework to listen to rock music.
Silent in the Morning - Phish
My first real concert was Phish at The Evergreen State College. I was young, so I went with my dad. And my brother, I think? And Kevin? How do I not remember these details? It doesn’t matter, I was going to see a real live band that I was interested in. And apparently I would see them with a whole bunch of hippies, who were getting totally baked. I was completely oblivious to all of this; my dad was not, but gets points for not freaking out.
I had no concept of what this concert would be like. Before going to the show I actually thought there was a chance that I would meet the band. I thought I might be put on the spot and I was anxious about not having anything to say. I had learned how to play some parts of their songs on the guitar, but I was worried about performing them in front of, you know, the whole crowd. Really, my imagination went wild. The reality of course was far less intimidating, as I could just hang out on the bleachers and enjoy watching.
I specifically remember “Silent in the Morning” from the encore. The song has this part where there are four beats at the end of each round of the chorus. Performed live this was combined with a spot light that cycled over the four musicians in time with the beat. It was so cool to see subtle visuals like that tied to the music in small but impactful ways. It wasn’t just watching the music being performed live; there was an effort to somehow enhance the experience in the process.
Slave to the Traffic Light - Phish
This song wasn’t played at the concert I was at, but it was released on the live album that came out shortly thereafter. For me it is one of the best recorded examples of how live Phish felt to me.
It’s a long track, and it’s barely even a song. There are movements through a rough structure, and at points some words are tied in there. But it’s not about being a song; it’s about going on a journey. Around four minutes in the music gets real quiet and turns into something entirely different, and quite beautiful. Towards the end (yes, ten minutes in), it’s built to a glorious climax that feels appropriate and rewarding.
The band isn’t recreating a heavily rehearsed combination of verse and chorus; it’s more like they’re rediscovering the music again for the first time. They’re listening and watching to each other, playing off each other’s ideas, and trying to move in the same direction. Sometimes it doesn’t work out well; sometimes wonderful unexpected things come out. But it’s always very real.
Killing in The Name - Rage Against the Machine
I’m not an angry person. I’ve never needed music as an outlet for my aggression against The Man. But I totally got into my brother’s Rage album. I liked the way it sounded, and I didn’t really care what they were actually saying. Maybe I did find something liberating about someone yelling “Fuck you I won’t do what you tell me” over and over again. I didn’t personally have problems with people telling me to do stuff, but maybe this guy did, and yelling about it seemed to help him. I had no problem with that.
But really I can’t listen to this album and not remember myself playing Earthworm Jim. I think it was a weekend rental, and I sat down and played it with this Rage album as a soundtrack. At some point during this my brother’s friends came by unexpectedly and froshed me by throwing me into the bay. It must have been the summer between 8th grade and 9th grade, where I would become a Freshman. It was close enough for them. I was pretty relaxed about the whole experience - and in turn they were nice enough to let me take my shoes off first. Afterwards I came back in the house, dried off, and played more Earthworm Jim. Apparently Rage didn’t make me angry, even in the face of being hazed and powerless.
Chubb Sub - Medeski, Martin, and Wood
Ah, MMW, a trio of musicians on a path between two places, and another musical gift from Kevin. On one hand they have this jazzy abstract background. On the other hand they’re able to produce something like this, a groovy song that just felt so… cool. It was impossible for me to listen to this and not fall in love with the bite of that organ.
I explored the band deeper after experiencing this song. A lot of their older stuff was pretty unhinged, sometimes feeling more like an avant-garde mess. But at times it would manifest into Music, and when it did it was powerful. As time moved forward you could see the band harness a more modern sound, unafraid of incorporating new music elements. In general this also corresponded with an increase in listenability.
Overall I found MMW to be extremely uneven. But as with Phish I appreciated their experimental spirit and how their chaos made the order that formed out of it all the more beautiful.