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Baby Boomers Social Club Dance
Red Lion Convention Center
7 December 2012
Portland, Oregon

The mosh pit formed early on that rainy Friday night thanks to one of the best cover bands I’ve heard in years, Crash Sunday. This all-male quintet (average age around 40) knew what we wanted to hear. Their three guitarists (one also played keyboards) were stellar, more than compensating for the singer, who was charming but adequate, and the drummer, who was muscular but monotonous. Special D and I entered the hall just as they broke into Billy Idol’s “White Wedding,” which was a gas. While dancing to this one I realized that I no longer remembered the original lyrics – I could only recall the words to the literal “White Wedding,” where the Billy Idol impersonator sings what’s happening in the video. “Time to bleach my/hair agaaiiiiin!!

Unlike our last outing with the Baby Boomer Social Club, I didn’t take notes. I just stood back and let it all be. That is, I kept dancing. I will say that Crash Sunday chose their lineup well and that they had not just practiced their material, they had found ways to fool with it. For example, the keyboard player treated us to some Gary Numan-style atmospherics in the middle of a song by The Cars. Yes, The Cars and Gary Numan were contemporaries, but The Cars played pop music for people who like just about anything while Gary Numan played music for people made out of circuit boards.

Crash Sunday never let the room’s energy flag by venturing into the doldrums of Norah Jones or The Carpenters or the swamplands of “House of the Rising Sun.” They never installed safety bars on their songs or commended us for still being able to walk unaided at our age. They assumed from the opening note of the opening song that we were there to rock. And we were.

As we say here in the Rose City, the Baby Boomers Social Club is Portland as Fuck.

Random Pick of the Week
Black Joe Lewis & The Honeybears
Tell ’em What Your Name Is! (2009)
Scandalous (2011)
Imagine if The Rolling Stones had matured into the Sticky Fingers / Goat’s Head Soup era with more blues and without a psychedelic pit stop. Add some social commentary and you’re somewhere close to Black Joe Lewis & The Honeybears. Standout songs for me are “Master Sold My Baby” from the first album and “Messin’ ” from the second.

Random Pan of the Week
Life Is People (2012)
Time of the Last Persecution (1971)
Bill Fay
Bill Fay is an English singer and songwriter who takes a dim view of humanity, nature, and pretty much everything in the universe no matter how far it expands. He makes the Existentialists look like an insane clown posse. After decades of seclusion he has returned with another album about life and why it’s not worth living. But I’ll give him this: He has impressive hair for a man his age.

Random Run-DMSteve of the Week
You may recall from my sign-off last summer that I’m trying to write a novel. Although in the past six months I’ve had to cope with a number of setbacks (what those of you in the psychotherapy game call “life challenges”), I’m definitely making progress. If I can continue to do so, I’m going to try to post every Sunday. I miss this blog.

Greetings, honorable ones. The second-year anniversary of this blog was in November 2012. I would’ve posted my index then, but I was high. Today I rectify that error. I see you shiver in antici – Say it! – pation.

It is my humble hope that something I’ve written here has led you to a greater understanding of and appreciation for popular music. If not, too bad. I’m too busy listening to music that you can’t understand or appreciate to pay attention to you. Anyway, nevermind the bollocks, here’s the Index to Year 2, and thanks as always for not setting me on fire.

Bands

Bob Dylan

Donna Summer

Donovan again, God help us

Everclear (’90s Week)

Gram Parsons (’90s Week)

Right Said Fred (’90s Week)

Screaming Blue Messiahs and The Flintstones

Genres

19 songs for a new job

37 songs for a new job

Best Debut Albums of the 20th Century By Newcomers Who Aren’t Somebody Stupid Like Foreigner
(The Velvet Underground, Creedence Clearwater Revival, The Clash, The B-52s, The Undertones, Pretenders, Run-D.M.C., The Smiths, Tracy Chapman, Moby)

Best Debut Albums of the 20th Century By Newcomers Who Didn’t Name Their Debut After Themselves and Who Aren’t Somebody Stupid Like Foreigner
(The Beatles, The Jimi Hendrix Experience, Elvis Costello, The Cure, Gary Numan, Echo & The Bunnymen, The Dream Syndicate, Nine Inch Nails, Liz Phair, Beck, Veruca Salt)

Female/male duos
(Sonny & Cher, Ike & Tina Turner, Captain & Tennille, Eurythmics, Nu Shooz, Frou Frou, Goldfrapp, She & Him)

Hanukkah holiday hits

One-name male pop stars (Liberace, Donovan, Yanni, Sting, Beck, Eminem)

Opera

Songs that go on for, like, forever

Miscellaneous

Report from WordPress: 2011 in review

Report from WordPress: 2012 in review

Ask Run-DMSteve

Go ahead, ask him again

Dogs as music critics

Jack Palmer

Internet radio (’90s Week)

Intro to ’90s Week

My loyal readers

Ray Bradbury

Goodbye just now

2012 in review

Posted: January 3, 2013 in music

The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2012 annual report for this blog.

Here’s an excerpt:

600 people reached the top of Mt. Everest in 2012. This blog got about 4,600 views in 2012. If every person who reached the top of Mt. Everest viewed this blog, it would have taken 8 years to get that many views.

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I concluded ’70s Week with a list of my favorite songs and ’80s Week with a survey of women in rock, but ’90s Week is just over, period. This is not because I don’t like the music of the 1990s, because I do. But the ’90s was the first decade where I realized that I didn’t understand the trends in popular music. I don’t have the emotional investment in this decade, which I guess should be no surprise given that I was 34 when the ’90s began. I was old enough to have other things to obsess about.

There are many topics worth writing about in the ’90s (three that immediately suggest themselves are Whitney Houston, *NSYNC, and what happened to Bruce Springsteen), but they’re going to have to wait. Why? Because if I’m ever going to build momentum on my novel, I’m going to have to give up something. Wife? No. Job? No. Hygiene? See Wife. Blogs? Oh yeah, those.

Starting today, Run-DMSteve and The Nervous Breakdown have gone fishin’. If I make substantial progress on my book I’ll be back in 2013. Thank you all for reading along and commenting and correcting me and inflating my sense of self-worth. This is my 74th post since November 2010, a breakneck pace of 2.34 posts per month. I couldn’t have done it without you, and I mean that. You’re my soul and my hheaart’ss inspiration.

As George Washington said in his “Farewell to the Troops”: Farewell, troops!

Random ’90s Pick of the Day
Los Lobos, The Neighborhood (1990)
Not their best record, but totally endearing. “Be Still” is a great whistling song for a Saturday morning. The swaggering final track, “The Neighborhood,” is actually a sweet benediction:

Thank you Lord for another day
Help my brother along his way
And please
bring peace
to the neighborhood 

Random ’90s Toss-up of the Day
The Psychedelic Furs, World Outside (1991)
After 20 years I can’t decide whether I like it or I’m just used to it, which is a neat trick given that some of these songs make me feel like I’m trapped in a plastic bag. Maybe it’s the relief when they’re over. Maybe they’re really good. Maybe it’s a tunnel to my youth. Just don’t come to this record expecting anything like the Furs’ breakout ’80s hit, “Pretty in Pink”!

The biggest change in music in the 1990s came from the Internet. This is not a secret. We flocked online when the first graphical user interface browser was introduced in 1993, and by 1999 you could listen to your favorite radio station by visiting their website. In fact, you didn’t need a real radio station at all. I found this out in 1999 when I went to work at Visio and met a graphic designer named David. Following the tradition of all people younger than me whom I trick into becoming my friends, he gave me a tip about music: Spinner.com. My life changed.

Spinner was an Internet radio station. Its only physical presence in my life (if this counts as physical) was the gorgeous red Deco-styled boom box that appeared on my computer screen once I downloaded their software. (There were no corporate firewalls in 1999. Or if there were, there wasn’t one at Visio Corp.) Spinner gave me, as I remember it, approximately three dozen channels divided by genre. Classic Rock, New Wave, indie, soul, neo-soul, baroque, romantic, West Coast jazz, big band, bebop, etc. While I worked I gobbled music like free donuts in the break room.

Whichever channel I was listening to, Spinner told me in a sort of CNN crawl on the boom box the song and the artist. This was particularly important to me because by 1999 mainstream radio djs had stopped giving this information so as to increase the time for commercials. The crawl also told me what the next song and artist on that channel would be and what was playing on some of my other channels.

There was no charge for Spinner, and there were few commercials.

Spinner introduced me to music I never knew existed. Country blues, for instance. This was blues from the 1920s through the ’40s made by poor whites from the South. I learned about trance, a form of electronica that Special D will not allow in the house. Trance, house, and acid jazz are genres you’d hear at a rave. Or so I am told. I’ve only been to one rave and that was in 1981, and we didn’t have the word “rave” yet. Or glowsticks. Or electricity. I suppose raves have changed a bit since then.

I became reacquainted with surf music, which was going through a renaissance, and met The Baronics. I learned much more jazz, immersed myself in Mozart, Telemann, and various other frilly-laced troublemakers, heard plenty of ’80s alternative and ’90s alternative (’80s wins) (assuming anyone can define “alternative”), and surprised myself with the Oldies channel. There were many songs from the ’60s that I didn’t know, and I was there! Chief among them was The Walker Brothers’ “The Sun Ain’t Gonna Shine Anymore,” which had completely escaped me. That song’s pretty good, I thought. My experience just shows you how oceanic is our culture. No matter how hip you are, you can never hope to swim in it all.

Spinner had its quirks. Playlists were limited. Erasure was in heavy rotation on the New Wave channel; they’re Tears for Fears on nitrous oxide. Peter & Gordon and Chad & Jeremy were fixtures among the Oldies, though I still can’t tell any of them apart. Spinner loved new albums, so I heard a lot of freshly minted music. Certain novelty numbers turned up frequently; one was Jonathan King’s “Everyone’s Gone to the Moon” from 1965. (Though Spinner never spun it, “Everyone’s Gone to the Moon” can’t compare to King’s cover of the Stones’ “Satisfaction” as done in the style of The Kinks from their Muswell Hillbillies album.)

But these barely qualify as flaws. I was in love.

Naturally, this situation couldn’t last. Spinner was assimilated into Napster and Napster into Netscape. They turned the cool boom box into a gray rectangle! Suddenly, the music was available to subscribers only, except for a free 90-minute block each day. I can’t blame Netscape for trying to make money from this venture. Eventually they locked out cheapskates like me, but by then (about 2004) I had discovered Rhapsody. Rhapsody has its problems but overall it’s worked for me for eight years. It’s an old friend now. An interesting, enlightening, cranky old friend.

Special D urged me to launch this blog, but David is the one who gave me the key to the highway. I have no idea what happened to him, but he probably went on to invent Pandora or Spotify. I should’ve stayed in touch – he could’ve given me a job!

Random ’90s Pick of the Day
Hole, Live Through This (1994)
If there’s a grunge formula, Hole follows it closely, but that doesn’t take away from this record’s cumulative power. There’s more anguish in Live Through This and in Courtney Love’s deceased husband, Kurt Cobain’s, Nevermind, than in all the rest of grunge. Nevermind (1991) was epic, but Live Through This is what I listen to. The line “I get what I want/and I never want it again” (“Violet”) is the flipside of U2’s “I gave you everything you ever wanted/it wasn’t what you wanted” (“So Cruel,” Achtung Baby, 1991).

Random ’90s Pan of the Day
Soundgarden, Superunknown (1994)
I can’t remember the last time I played this. I went looking for the CD last night and couldn’t find it. Oh well.

Tomorrow on ’90s Week: The road goes ever on? Not according to Rand-McNally!