Evolving Bonfires

I’ve written about Todd Snider before, and it’s probably not that different from anything anyone else has ever said about him.  He’s witty.  He’s smart.  He’s an unapologetic tree huggin’, peace lovin’, pot smokin’, barefootin’, folk singin’ liberal, and damnit if I don’t love him for it.

He just makes so much sense and is able to articulate thoughts so clearly, not to mention making them funny and rhyming it all together.  He’s like a musical version of Jon Stewart who smokes a little more pot and doesn’t try quite as hard (probably because of the pot).

I was thinking about writing a review for his new album Agnostic Hymns and Stoner Fables, but I wanted to respect a line from a song in an earlier album that it’s unfair to judge a book (cover or no cover).  So instead, I thought I’d say why I didn’t like the album, even though it’s a good album, and that it says more about me than the quality of Snider’s music.  

I love Snider’s music because of the lyrical and musical clarity I mentioned earlier.  The lyrics, his guitar playing and the production are just really sharp both musically and lyrically.  Even Peace, Love & Anarchy, an album of demos, sounded pretty damned polished to me.  So when Agnostic Hymns and Stoner Fables suddenly veers away from the biting, witty and clean lyrics I was looking forward to hearing and moves towards some biting, witty and messy lyrics, I was left a little confused.

Not messy like clumsy, but messy like he’s singing falsetto and sort of rhyming thoughts into a song form but somtimes not and sort of singing clearly enough for me to understand him but sometimes not.  He’s still got a few witty zingers on the album, but I get the feeling that his heart is in these under-produced messy works where he’s growling out thoughts and wanting us to catch up to him.

And that’s where he loses me.  He’s never been that interested in people catching up to him in the past.  He’s always seemed content to dance bare-foot around a bonfire, watching it burn and singing his songs regardless of who’s there to listen.  It was that nonchalance that pulled me in when I heard “Talking Seattle Grunge Rock Blues” for the first time.   Now he wants me to keep up as he strings a lot of lyrics together in ways that are hard to follow.  

I know how this sounds:  “Wahhhh!  I want what I’ve always had!  Wahhhh!  New things are hard!,” and maybe there is a little bit of that in there with me.  On his website, though, he says his goal was to make a messy album that made kids want to vandalize their school.  My first thought (besides the fact that kids don’t listen to Snider, they listen to this) was that I don’t want people to vandalize their school because I work at their school.  Suddenly I’m not his audience, and that shift really took me by surprise.

I guess I’m trying to say that I don’t begrudge Snider to try new things (and he does them well on the album), I’m just wondering if the bonfire he danced around moved away from me or me from it.  

Gone, but not lazy

Even though my blogging has suffered the last month, please don’t think I’ve been remiss in my mission to become a better man through my actions, thoughts and daily interactions.  I’ve had two big DIY projects I’m hoping to present to you, my nearly 10s of readers, as well as some warmer weather thoughts as the school year melts into summer vacation.  I coach lacrosse, which takes up the most time of all my extra curriculares, but I’ll be back on the blogging horse soon enough.  

Right now, I’d like to take some time to go over some media I’ve been digesting the last few weeks.  Mostly music and books (my preferred media intake) of one kind or another:

Tegan & Sara “The Con” - This definitely fell into my Bob Dylan theory of music where I hate it at first listen but my annoyance quickly evolves into deep appreciation.  Strong lyrics and interesting sound structure make up for any feelings of vocal repetition.  

Astronautalis “This is our Science” - An indie rapper who recently relocated to the Twin Cities from Portland.  Great lyrics, a commanding voice and interesting things to say.  What’s not to love?

“Zone One” by Colson Whitehead - Check out my review on Goodreads

“Daredevil” by Brian Michael Bendis - I’ve read a lot of comics.  A. Lot.  And let me say these issues are some of the best I’ve ever seen.  The pacing of smaller stories within larger overarching plots is incredible, the characters jump off the page with caring authenticity and the way they acknowledge 50 years of backstory without getting bogged down in it should be used as the standard for current comic book writing.

“Usagi Yojimbo” by Stan Sakai - I love westerns, and a lot of westerns borrow heavily from the Samurai history and mythologies of ancient Japan.  Sakai has been writing this comic for more than 20 years telling the story of Yojimbo, a masterless samurai who travels across the Japanese countryside.  Some of the stories are single issues that look at Japanese culture, folklore and art, while others are longer narratives.  Slower, novelesque pacing and recurring characters who become more complex and entwined with each issue.

Kick the beat with the help from some drumsticks

Is it just me, or do all of these guys seem like the really cool kids who were cool enough to be friends with everyone.

They're broken, I'm broken, we're all broken

Some of my favorite stories from the bible occur whenever Jesus surrounds himself with sinners.  His followers, following ancient Judea customs, believed that being around sinners, or “the unclean,” would cause them to become unclean themselves.  Jesus scoffed at this tradition and showed his followers the importance of being with ALL people.

There are a ton of lessons in these stories:  The importance of meeting people at their level when trying to help them.  The dangers of believing that we’re ever too good to be around another person.  And, my personal favorite, that everyone has something to offer, and that by loving everyone, especially the ones we find difficult to love, we bring ourselves closer to the loving image God has for us.  

My friendships in Dayton bring this image to mind, if only because a lot of people I visited over the holidays were struggling in different ways.  Marriages have become tense.  Steady work remains allusive and ways of living remain different than what I work for and enjoy in the Twin Cities.  

My first reaction to these differences was deep deep sadness.  I just felt grief in my bones for these beautiful people and the friendships I felt were fading with time.  My second reaction, not surprisingly, was defensive.  I started in on the whole “I work hard for what I have,” and “They make their decisions just like I do” line of thinking.  I think that was my way of feeling guilty for my success, which is pretty modest by most accounts.

All that changed, when my wife sent me THIS link, beautifully written from a woman in Dayton.  I tapped in to this kind of spirituality when I came to Minnesota, and I think some part of me didn’t believe it existed back in the Gem City, if only because I’ve only known it since moving away.  

I loved the sentiment and the music (Over the Rhine is a great Indie-folk band from Cincinnati), but most of all I love that it reminded me of the stories I mentioned earlier.  I love these people not for what they produce or give, but because they are.  It would be easy to push all of the hard complicated things out of my life, get defensive about my own and put up some strong fences.  

That isn’t life, though.  It’s some weird suburban fantasy where everything is easy and clean.  It isn’t, and that’s why it’s important to love people and relationships that become messy or painful.  It reminds me there’s good in the hard.  There’s beautiful and love and amazing in the messy.  It’s a lesson I keep relearning, and I hope I always will.

Childish, yet poignant

The first rule of being a hipster is never admit to being a hipster.

To me, this is where most of the hate comes from for Childish Gambino, the rapping persona of Community’s Donald Glover.

Critics love to hate on him. He’s too boastful or too insecure or too scattered in his many many references to movies, television, clothes and women for people to get behind his lyrics. He also embraces the hipster culture, which can turn hipsters against you pretty damn quickly.

His scattered boastful insecurity is kind of refreshing, though, isn’t it? He’s not walking around in a straight billed baseball hat, sagging his pants and proclaiming his greatness. He’s wearing skinny jeans, talking about feeling uncomfortable being the center of attention while simultaneously challenging anyone to take the spotlight away from him.

His unapologeticlly intelligent lyrics keep me coming back to his mixtapes, EP and two albums (Culdesac and Camp), but his musical juxtaposition usually makes it beyond my musical enjoyment and into my thoughts during the day.

I’m reasonably successful at my job. Not in a “Here’s a giant bonus,” sort of way but in a “Hey, I really appreciate the work you do,” kind of way. This moderate success created a little conflict with former graduate school friends who weren’t able to find work and weren’t happy for me when I started thriving in our profession.

It continues to leave me feeling lucky and grateful that my set of job skills matches up with my employer’s needs, and also some serious pride for doing meaningful work and doing it well. My own juxtaposition of insecurity and boastfulness doesn’t come off quite as intense, neurotic or, sadly, witty as Gambino’s, but his themes strike a chord in me none-the-less.