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King Gizzard & the Lizard Wizard: A Gen-Z Rock Band for the Social Media Age

Rock is dead, or so they say: bands don’t top the charts or chart cultural trends any more; guitar is no longer the central focus of pop music. The reasons for this are myriad: the rise of hip-hop over the past 40 years has supplanted rock as the primary musical revolution, which in itself is slowly being supplanted by electronic music. The realities of the music industry and broader economy make it more difficult to support a group of musicians; it is much less expensive and easier to focus on one single person making music. Focus has shifted to producers and bedroom musicians, crafting every sound themselves in a home studio. These sonic morsels can be delivered directly to fans online, skipping the traditional need for label distribution. 

Rock is, of course, very much NOT dead. (And long may it live!) It is just not front and center, which is perfectly alright. In fact, the entire music community has become more fragmented. If you are not a giant common denominator pop star like Lady Gaga, you are not going to be sitting atop the mainstream. The internet has allowed people to find the music that they want to listen to without the radio or mainstream media, which has contributed to the lack of monoculture within music. Everyone is part of their own scene, not connected to a geographical place but distributed across the world via the World Wide Web wherever sympathetic ears reside. 

In this current moment, there may be no better home of pure unadulterated rock and roll than the Land Down Under. Throughout the history of rock, Australia has birthed a plethora of quality artists, but has especially been carrying the torch over the past 15 years. The biggest commercial success is psychedelic Perth outfit Tame Impala. Over the years, frontman Kevin Parker has moved to working with many big names across the music landscape, helping to install his sound firmly into the mainstream cultural zeitgeist. 

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Living Dead: Or, How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Grateful Dead

Fire On the Mountain

In July of 2007 my high school cross country team traveled to just outside of Boone, North Carolina for a week long training camp. It was nothing official; in fact, we could not technically refer to it as training, or even a team event, as FHSAA rules prevented practice before a certain date. It was officially just a group of friends who all happened to be on the same cross country team, traveling with a few parents and another man who just happened to be their coach.

We piled into a transport van, schlepped the 10 hours up from Florida, and eventually pulled into a rental cabin nestled in the woods by a stream. We had morning and afternoon practices everyday, which mainly consisted of interval training, pacing exercises, and hill work. In between practices, we spent our time exploring the forest, swinging on a rope swing into a nearby river, and generally goofing around as teenagers on an unofficial trip do. We put in a lot of miles that week, but no workout was as tough as our mountain climb. One morning, we drove a few miles from our cabin to the base of Mt. Mitchell, the highest peak east of the Mississippi River. Our coach’s directive: run to the top. 

It was a slog. The uphills were brutal, and the occasional descents were treacherous. Yet the mountain’s forested beauty was breathtaking, and it was on that ascent that I first felt a real bond being formed between me and my other teammates, especially one who would go on to be a lifelong friend. 

About halfway up we came to the state park from which the rest of the trail continued. Yet we had already been running for hours, and we were exhausted. Our coach mercifully decided that we had already proven ourselves and offered to shuttle us back to the cabin. We gladly took up his offer. As a means of celebrating our efforts, Coach’s soundtrack on the way back was the Grateful Dead song “Fire On the Mountain.” It was extremely apropos: not only had we felt the fire in our legs and lungs as we ran up the mount, but the song also begins with the immortal lines “Long distance runner, what you standin’ there for? / Get up, get out, get out of the door.”  

The song is not really about distance running; it’s more of a call to action in regards to personal realization. To our high school ears the music was goofy, with a loping beat that did not lend itself to running. Yet for the rest of the week, whether during warm ups or during a run (in which Coach would drive next to us), we heard that song. It became the theme song for our entire season, and I still have my ‘07 Chamberlain High School XC shirt with FIRE ON THE MOUNTAIN emblazoned across the back. I knew that the song would become a nostalgic memory for me through the trip and our collective experience as a team, but at the time I was unaware of the significance that the band who performed it would come to have in my life.

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The Problem With Star Wars, and Why I Keep Watching

I watch every piece of Star Wars content that is released, in theaters or on Disney+. You’d think that would make me a hardcore Star Wars fanatic. I suppose it does, from a certain point of view. Yet if I’m going to choose an adjective to describe the nature of my fanaticism to George Lucas’s 47 year old science-fantasy space opera, it would be “die-hard.” That’s because I think that I am going to continue to watch every piece of Star Wars content released forever, until I die, regardless of quality. This is because I was so hooked in my youth, so formed by both the original and prequel trilogies (plus the sundry media surrounding them), that I have become somehow intrinsically tied to the series. Its successes bring me joy, and its missteps bring me frustration.

I watched those movies religiously in my youth. It was the whole point of loving the series – enjoying the great stories play out on the silver screen. The last time that I saw the original 1977 picture, at a Star Wars Day showing in 2022, I was giddy with how great of a movie it still is. As a movie fan, it’s fun to go back and watch movies that you love, flaws and all. As a Star Wars fan, you’d think I’d rewatch my favorite Star Wars films on occasion. Yet I don’t.

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Joyous Noise: Hark, How I Hate Christmas Music

Contrary to my often cynical outward persona, I love the holidays. The way people come together, the decor, the palpable magic in the air. What I don’t love is the music. That isn’t to say that there isn’t great Christmas music out there, because there is. Some of the most beautiful music ever has been composed to commemorate the birth of Christ, and the modern observance of the holiday has provided us with tons of warm-hearted, nostalgic chestnuts.

Yet I cannot stand modern, commercial Christmas music. It’s the complete opposite of anything tasteful, tuneful, engaging, or even fun.

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…But I Like It: Ranking The Rolling Stones’ Post-1967 Discography

“Oh but Rob,” you probably think. “You wrote so lucidly about The Rolling Stones’ first several albums, are you ever going to drop some insight on the rest of their career?” Don’t worry dear Reader – I’ve got you covered. Ohhh yes! Another Rolling Stones article! In honor of their newest record – the band’s 24th studio album – it only makes sense to look at their remaining studio output, and rank their albums from 1967 onward. That year marks the first time that they released an LP with the same unedited tracklist on both sides of the Atlantic, which makes it much easier to look at the album as a single body of work. 

The Rolling Stones have had a long and winding career, full of ups and downs in both personal life and public favor. The remarkable thing about the band is that no matter the time period, and no matter how they negotiate with contemporary trends in mainstream music, they always end up sounding like themselves, and always seem to have a broad appeal. Of course, over time they’ve put out a few duds, if just because of the law of averages. Even on their worst efforts, there are songs and grooves that add a welcome wrinkle to the broader picture. The Stones are a very tight and capable band, and when you dig into their back catalog it’s surprising to be reminded of how diverse and responsive their sound can be. Even the fact that they included a couple covers on every release is a benefit, not a weakness. They’re a band that spotlight their influences in a way that brings them to the attention of an otherwise ignorant audience. Some say the band was never the same after they expanded beyond the rough garage-blues of the Sixties, or after their fey psychedelic period, or after Brian Jones died. Yet there’s still a common thread that runs through the decades: at the end of the day, outside of influence and changing taste, the Stones remain a band that has a deep understanding and feel for the base foundations of rock, and always do it right. That’s why they remain popular – because if someone likes rock music, they probably like the Rolling Stones.

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With the Joyous “Stop Making Sense,” Jonathan Demme and the Talking Heads Transcend the Concert Documentary

I firmly believe that, in regards to music, nothing tops the live experience. Music is meant to be experienced in-person. It’s not just about hearing the sound – it’s about feeling the vibrations of that sound around you, of witnessing it being created and sculpted there in that moment. Most importantly, enjoying the magic of the musical moment brings all present together. When conditions are right, listeners, dancers, and musicians themselves share in a communal experience that elevates the moment from a mere performance to something approaching the divine. Whether it be in a concert hall or cafe, live music creates an atmosphere that you can’t experience anywhere, or anytime, else.

It’s with this mindset that I went to go see A24’s remastered rerelease of director Jonathan Demme’s 1984 documentary of the Talking Heads in concert, Stop Making Sense. As an avid music fan, I’ve seen plenty of concert docs. Some of them are quite good (The Band’s The Last Waltz, Woodstock, The Grateful Dead Movie) but so many others just feel rote. Train the camera on the stage, and let the band do their thing. If you like the artist, you will enjoy the music and the chance to see them perform. But viewing a filmed concert almost always sets the viewer at a remove. There is the feeling of observing, but not of being a part. All I’ve ever heard is that Stop Making Sense is an exception to all this, that it’s “the best concert film ever.” I’m generally wary of such hyperbolic praise, but I love the Heads’ funky new wave and was excited to see it on the big screen and determine if it lives up to the hype.

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Triad: Matching Boygenius With their Archetype in Crosby, Stills, and Nash

Greatness comes in threes. The Three Stooges. The Animaniacs. The Triforce. De La Soul. One of the most widely used religious analogies to describe the pinnacle of a certain topic is “the holy trinity.” There is something about a well-balanced trio. It showcases a diversity of elements without being too unwieldy to come together into a cohesive whole. When it comes to music, the best supergroups likewise tend to pull from three projects for their members. In our contemporary moment, the current supergroup trio that is burning up the Spotify playlists and uniting sad people the world over is Boygenius.

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On “72 Seasons” Metallica Show That Metal is a Young Man’s Game

If someone were to ask me, free of any context, if I generally like Metallica, I would say “yes.” There’s no denying that they are one of the most successful metal acts of all time, and thanks to my college freshman-year roommate I went through a spell where I was really into them. Now, however, they aren’t one of my favorite bands, but occasionally “Battery” or “Blackened,” or even “Fuel” goes down very well. Yet over the past decade, for a band that built their reputation on aggression and speed, the San Francisco thrashers have felt strangely inert.

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“The Sound Resounds:” Ranking Pink Floyd’s Studio Albums

AUTHOR’S NOTE and WARNING: This is an extremely long read. Really, I could have written an entire essay on each album (and in some cases did). But I wanted to give each piece its due and situate it properly into context. Not that I underestimate your commitment nor reading comprehension; of course I would love for you to read and enjoy it. However I personally feel that it grew past its original scope and owe it to you to let you know that this isn’t a quick toilet read (unless you really have to go). I wrote this over a period of some time, and several threads emerged that weave in and out of the whole: how Syd Barrett’s breakdown influenced everything about the band subsequently; how Pink Floyd’s music, lyrical themes, and imagery come together to make a whole greater than the sum of its parts; how The Dark Side of the Moon is the ultimate encapsulation of all of this. Shine On.

What is the sound of space? How do we aurally capture the vast star-speckled expanse of the void, the intractable unknown? Just as the universe holds near infinite possibilities, there are countless ways to signify the feel of outer space: clear, high guitar; textured, effect laden electronics; pulsing, spacey rhythms; a beating undercurrent of menace, yet at the same time a touch of austere beauty. Not coincidentally, these same sonic touchstones also describe the music of that singularly monolithic institution: Pink Floyd.

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Favorite Albums of 2022

Here we are again – that time of year in which we bundle up, deck the halls, and tell everyone our favorite records of the year. Last year, I only highlighted 5 albums as “the best,” which was my folly. There were several others released in 2021 that should have been included (such as the winking R&B funk of Bruno Mars and Aderson.Paak’s collaborative Silk Sonic, The Black Keys’ swampy blues tribute Delta Kream, and Turnstile’s exuberant punk ode to positivity Glow On). I’m not sure why exactly I neglected them; I had a lot going on and I think that I didn’t quite give my due diligence. To ensure I don’t miss anything I’m going to shout out 15 records from 2022 that stood out to me.

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