Monthly Archives: February 2017

There is only Trump: Joint session #1

10:08. Paul Ryan laughed when Trump dismissed the imminence of “trivial” battles, the Democratic side of the House walked out one nanosecond after Trump said “Thank you,” and Jason Chaffetz said “It’s an honor” as he begged Trump to shake his hand. A few minutes earlier, he used Ryan Owens’ widow as a prop to make us forget he blamed the generals for the Yemen raid. Because he clung to the teleprompter, the Chris Cillizzas of the Beltway will say he looked more presidential.

10:07. I wasn’t a slavish Joe Biden fan, and I’ve got a long writing record on Al Gore, which is to say I get how vice presidents must look joyfully constipated behind presidents during congressional addresses. But Vice President Pence reminds me of Dan Quayle, seal-like in his enthusiasm.

10:05. Enemies are now allies. Some are even business partners with Cabinet secretaries.

10:01. Should media discover more untold facts about the raid, this undoubtedly moving moment will stick in our throats.

9:56. What “war” is this man talking about that police officers must fight? LET ME GUESS.

9:50. Oh, here we go: from celebrating a young woman who’s the first to graduate college to condemning VIOLENCE in Chicago. His jaw sets and his voice gets excited when he lingers on “violence” and “slain.” He knows their power as rhetorical devices for his base.

9:48. I appreciate Trump’s newfound appreciation for disabled citizens.

9:44. Speaking of hostage taking, Paul Ryan wasn’t going to applaud at Trump’s request for paid family leave until he saw momentum shift.

9:39. I can’t imagine the raucous applause for “repeal and replace Obamacare” will play well in battleground state campaign ads, especially when Dems sit marble stiff. If the ACA is “collapsing,” then, yeah, we should eliminate insurers as middle men.

9:37. Ah. Infrastructure. He said little other than Ike

9:37. Ryan Grim tweets: “While Trump is speaking, results from three CT special elections come in:Dems won 2 seats bigly & nearly took the most GOP seat in the state.”

9:33. The gormless Harley Davidson crack, protesting import taxes, the requests for fair trade — I can’t imagine how a Trump voter two doors down would protest. This speech changes nothing.

9:30. When he mention “differences between parties,” Trump gestures stage right to the mute Democratic opposition.

9:29. “Forty million people” on food stamps, with a promise to add ten million more.

9:25. So far what I’m hearing is Sean Hannity slash fiction delivered in a stentorian voice by an HR Block store manager.

9:22. Uh oh. “Integrity” and “rule of law” re “the borders.” Oh: a “great great wall along our southern border.”

9:18. Genuine raucous laughter over Trump’s promise to “drain the swamp.” Genuine raucous approach to the claims that the Pipeline of Death, made of American steel, will bring jobs; that coal will start choking more generations in West Virginia, to the delight of Joe Manchin; and ordering a joint task force to stop violent crime. And who doesn’t like drug treatment, especially when so many chemicals will poison American waterways thanks to Scott Pruitt?

9:16. First reported uses of “very, very” and “beautiful” and “fantastic.”

9:14. Can a “chorus” become an “earthquake”? Mixed Metaphor Alert

9:11. “What we are seeing today is the renewal of the American spirit.” Drugs “pour in” through “fully open borders”

9:10. In an attempt to get Democrats applauding early, Trump condemns the vandalism of Jewish ceremonies.

9:09. The tensest of these gatherings I’ve seen. Inexplicably, Joe Scarborough stands next to Elijah Cummings: the former clapping politely, the second one looking like he’d rather be reading Stendhal.

9:06. I think Justice Sonia Sotomayor said “Fuck off” after thanking the president.

9:04. A few empty seats. More than a few!

8:58. Chris Matthews, drunk, has already rhapsodized about these occasions serving as excuses to air “the American family.”

8:50. I wish reporters and analysts would pour kerosene over the phrase “Trump’s policies” and sprinkle the ashes on David Broder’s grave. There are no policies. He is improvising, and not in the Rooseveltian sense of keeping the nation in suspense while insouciantly deciding between this directive from the attorney general or that paper from Interior, but like a murderer steeped in blood standing over a body while the police knock on the door. What “policy” exists is in the teacup-deep brain of Paul Ryan: rescinding oversight of Wall Street, reduced corporate taxes, letting the poor die because they were too stupid to find the jobs necessary to afford health insurance. Speaking of the attorney general, Jefferson Beauregard Sessions III says he read summaries of the previous Justice Department’s study of police violence in major cities and concluded there ain’t nuthin’ thar.

There are no policies. There is only Trump.

‘Before the Revolution’ still startles as study of lust and politics

Although based on Stendhal, the spirit of new cinema animates Before the Revolution: Bernardo Bertolucci’s 1964 film is about and for les soixante-dix-huitièmes, who, besotted with Godard and the New Wave, experimented with a radicalism that led to the pandemic of student protest four years hence. Continue reading

Singles 2/24

Lookit all the “indie”! If the term means anything — my friend Inskeep insists it does — it’s a marker, a fading lodestar. “High Ticket Attractions” sounds as megabucks as the Rascal Flatts and Gaga below it.

As for the res, I used “Issues” as the peg on which to hang a rather curt dismissal of the word’s ubiquity, and I’m curious what people think of Kyle’s “iSpy.”

Click on links for full reviews.

The New Pornographers – High Ticket Attractions (7)
Spoon – Hot Thoughts (7)
Rascal Flatts – Yours If You Want It (6)
Lady Gaga – Million Reasons (6)
Red Velvet – Rookie (6)
Marian Hill – Down (5)
Amy Shark – Adore (5)
Kyle ft. Lil Yachty – iSpy (5)
The Shins – Name for You (4)
Seohyun – Don’t Say No (4)
Ansel Elgort – Thief (4)
Julia Michaels – Issues (3)
Sampha – (No One Knows Me) Like the Piano (3)

Everybody, get in line! The best of Talking Heads

It’s a testament to how well Talking Heads sold Robert Rauschenberg, two bassists, Fela Kuti, Jonathan Demme, big suits, loving the heartland, and condescending to the heartland that by the time I became a fan in the era of David Byrne’s Rei Momo and 1992’s double disc Sand in the Vaseline listeners treated them like split pea soup. The hip quotient? Enough to short a Commodore 64. R.E.M. got the top five hits and sold out stadiums; Talking Heads got Blockbuster rentals of Stop Making Sense. I overestimated Byrne’s Uh Oh because it’s all I had — the same way I would replay David Bowie’s Black Tie White Noise and Bryan Ferry’s Taxi a year later.

I can remember the moment when the Heads became hip again: at the dawn of 2002 when the DFA reminded listeners in frosted tips and baggy jeans that bands had fused rock and dance culture with more finesse than the Chemical Brothers. Singles like The Rapture’s “House of Jealous Lovers” started a conversation they couldn’t even finish, culminating in the eventual re-release of the essential and long out of print double live album The Name of This Band 2004. By then it was odd remembering that obits like this got published not long before; it was like the GOP in 1968 remembering the LBJ slaughter of Goldwaterism four years earlier.

Someone buying music during the Reagan era should explain what happened to the band after the release of Naked in late spring of 1988 — memories can’t wait! Triggering the requisite positive reviews and top twenty placement, it withered on the chart and in esteem as soon as MTV stopped playing “(Nothing But) Flowers.” Was it a case of loving one Graceland too many? Did True Stories and the TIME cover story create a collective sense of “enough already”? The fine but slight Little Creatures (the first Heads album I owned) topping Pazz and Jop? A phenomenon not often reckoned with: fans assumed the Heads sold more records than they did while retrospective analysis concludes that, keeping the fate of Husker Du and the Replacements in mind, the Heads were shipping platinum in 1985 and 1986. They were the biggest college act in America until That Athens Band with an even more gnomic lead singer was hungrier about filling stadiums.

Maybe that was it. Exhausted by touring, dominating Manhattan boho generalism such that even Pete Townshend felt suffocated in 1982, chattering loudly about band unity during promotion while their leader was ogling Twyla Tharp and Robert Wilson, the Heads basked in their rather huge cult and no more; they had gotten this huge white cult to dance in the aisles, what more could they want? No wonder that by 1992 fans were like Qu’est-ce que c’est?

No matter. The fusion of Fela and paranoia that produced Remain in Light; the syncopation of rhythm guitar and staccato vocals on those early recordings; their sheer appetite — Talking Heads survives in my canon for this and other things. And I’m relieved I wasn’t around at the time.

1. Born Under Punches (The Heat Goes On)
2. Thank You For Sending Me an Angel
3. Pulled Up
4. Mind
5. I’m Not in Love
6. Don’t Worry About the Government
7. The Book I Read
8. The Great Curve
9. Slippery People
10. Road to Nowhere
11. Making Flippy Floppy
12. Creatures of Love
13. Crosseyed and Painless
14. Burning Down the House
15. Paper
16. Psycho Killer
17. Memories Can’t Wait
18. Take Me to the River
19. Television Man
20. Artists Only
21. Found a Job
22. (Nothing But) Flowers
23. Lifetime Piling Up
24. Uh-Oh, Love Has Come to Town
25. And She Was
26. Wild Wild Life
27. The Girls Want to Be with the Girls
28. Heaven
29. Girlfriend is Better
30. This Must Be the Place (Naive Melody)

Miss bad media karma: The best of Britney Spears


Here’s to one of the most consistent record makers of the last fifteen years. As I wrote in 2011, “Britney Spears is the polymorphic essence of every disco dolly who’s so post-feminist/post-sexual/post-woman that to wonder whether she’s used or being used by the purported objects of lust she’s dancing/fucking is beside the point.” Her recombinant voice suggests she’ll do anything: subject as object, object as object, freak show as display of virginity. If he keeps releasing albums as strong as last year’s Glory, she’ll do fine.

1. Heaven on Earth
2. Seal it with a Kiss
3. Oops!…I Did It Again
4. Till the World Ends
5. Toxic
6. Piece of Me
7. Break the Ice
8. Hit Me Baby One More Time
9. Radar
10. Overprotected
11. Do You Wanna Come Over
12. Criminal
13. Get Naked (I Got a Plan)
14. I’m Not a Girl, Not Yet a Woman
15. (You Drive Me) Crazy
16. Everytime
17. Jut Luv Me
18. Perfume
19. How I Roll
20. Touch of My Hand