The Indie Band Telecaster Phenomenon

Warning: Guitar nerdisms ahead.

I saw a lot of bands last week, and I saw a lot of telecasters. It was uncanny. Nearly every scruffy indie band I saw last week played either a Fender tele or maybe a Gibson ES. There was nary a stratocaster, Les Paul, PRS, or even a weird pawnshop junker to be seen. Fender stratocasters and Gibson Les Pauls are far and away the most popular instruments in rock, or at least mainstream rock. Indie bands apparently go far enough out of their way to avoid playing popular instruments. I guess that makes sense, since they want to avoid the norms of popular music. Generally the telecaster is considered a country music guitar, so I guess there’s an added visual irony for a snarky indie rocker to choose a tele.

The one notable exception was Animal Collective. They had a strat, a PRS AND a pawnshop junker onstage. I think there may have been a tele, too, though. They were musical deviants that sounded like nothing else around, though, so they’re the exception that proves the rule.

Overall, though, I realized that, as much as indie rock claims freedom from the restrictions of the mainstream, they too have their own rules and norms and boundaries. Their uniform is just as strict as mainstream rock: must have thrift store shirts, must have Chuck Taylor All-Stars, must look generally scruffy, holes in clothing preferred…must have telecaster. Indie rock isn’t as self-defined as it might think. It exists only as a reaction to the mainstream, and can only define itself by what it’s not. The mainstream is pretty narrow in its scope, though, so there’s a lot more room for creative expression in indie rock.

Introducing…Sparky McCorkindale!

It has been an interesting and exciting day. The main reason is that I have learned that the keyboardist for Jellyfish, Roger Manning, is playing at South by Southwest on my birthday, March 17th. I have already planned to attend SXSW from the 15th through the 19th, and in addition to Roger, another of my all-time favorites, The Soft.Lightes are playing that same day. Not a bad way to turn 30.

Also, I have been immortalized by the marketing department of Mr. Electric. Today they had us put up a coloring book for kids. They had to come up with names for the characters….and so one of them is named Sparky McCorkindale. Click here for the PDF (5 MB).

Something else I’m excited about is that I just discovered the Toon Disney channel, which has The Tick on EVERY DAY!

Followup Songs

McSweeney’s had a good bit not too long ago about follow up songs to one-hit wonders:

How Are We Going to Get These Dogs Back In?

Bust an Additional Move

Seriously, Eileen, Come On

(Won’t You Give Me a Ride Home From) Funkytown?

Remember When You Lit Up My Life? That Was Great

I Will Now Pass the Dutchie Back to You and Thank You for Passing It to Me Originally Because I Really Enjoyed the Dutchie

The Morning That the Lights Came Back On in Georgia

Everybody Was Kung Fu Making Up

Achier Breakier Heart

Whoomp! There It Continues to Be

867-5309 extension 2

We Never Took It and Persist in Our Refusal to Take It

But I figure, why stop at one-hit wonders?

We Have Successfully Received the Funk

Hit Me Baby One More Time, Then Please Stop Hitting Me

I Wanted You to Want Me, But Now Not So Much

It’s Cooler Now, We Should Put Back On All Our Clothes

Feel free to add your own in the comments section.

Let’s Go to Japan…

…where apparently they kidnap American guitar players and force them to battle in cage-match riff-offs. I found this video at YouTube.com, which is slowly taking over the world as a video answer to Flickr. People upload videos and share them online for free. The content is an amalgam of home movies and TV clips. I did a search on some of my favorite guitar players and found this clip of Paul Gilbert and Marty Friedman from a Japanese TV show. Even if you’re not a guitar player, I think this video is illuminating as a cross-cultural experience. First the guys compete in a name-that-Kiss-riff competition (which Marty wins, although if the game were Beatles tunes, Paul would totally have killed him), then another one based on letters of the alphabet. There are also clips from random videos (UFO and Ramones, anyone?) and a completely surreal The Price is Right-esque advertisement for Paul’s PGM301 guitar. Watching it I couldn’t help but feel as though there is a parallel universe where guitar shredding never died. Kurt Cobain never made it to Japan.

Compounding the weirdness is the fact that Marty and Paul speak fluent Japanese throughout the show.

And Another Thing….

Yahoo, those sneaky bastards, let you download mp3’s with their Yahoo Music Engine, but when you go to burn a disc they’re going to tell you that there’s a burn license limit. Maybe one, maybe seven….maybe none. Damn you people. Now I have to go back to iTunes and use their weirdo format to burn CDs.

Microsoft Visual Studio BITES

Let it be known that Microsoft’s Visual Studio sucks the sweat off a dead camel’s back!! It has no idea how to handle CSS! It strips all td style declarations and so I have to continually redo everything whenever my developer opens my stuff in Visual Studio. It also takes the ever-elegant shorthands like “padding: 5px 10px 5px 5px” and separates them into their horrifyingly unwieldy individual components “padding-top: 5px; padding right: 10px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 5px.” Add to this its inability to split-view design and code and you’re talking about a piece of software that rivals NotePad for flexibility. Oh wait, NotePad wouldn’t dick around with my CSS, so it’s actually WORSE. Damn you, Bill Gates!! AAARRGGH!

Scenes from a Changing Century

I asked my friend Michael to give me his address so I could send him this postcard I found in California. He gave me his three email addresses.

The virtual may someday entirely supplant the actual. I told him:

Postal address, you ass! Postcards go in the mail. It’s this archaic system whereby these people called “mail men” actually hand-deliver bits of paper to your residence. It’s retro chic.

In other news, I’m giddily excited to finally have in my possession the entire 39 episode run of The Mysterious Cities of Gold, a French-Japanese anime venture that ran on Nickelodeon in the 80’s. It was a serial cartoon, so that the episodes combined to make essentially one long movie. I haven’t seen it since probably 1985. Last week I found a guy who burns DV-R’s culled from the out-of-print Japanese DVDs as well as bits from the US broadcasts. As with much of my nostalgia-glazed memories of 80’s cartoons, the show turned out not to be as amazing as I thought it was, but still it remains a great example of entertaining and educational kids’ programming. I remember it really got me interested in native South American and Central American cultures like the Incas, Mayans, Aztecs and Olmecs.

Distilled Internet: The Haters

Digg.com is a fun site for tech/geek news headlines. It’s like Slashdot, but maybe not as esoteric. Also, the comments tend to lack the erudition of Slashdot, or the cleverness of Fark. A recent article caught my eye, MySpace Creates Own Record Label, and clicking on the comments revealed one of the quintessential examples of nerd loser/haters I’ve ever seen.

An important part of the Internet for many many people is dissing things. Whether it’s movies, music, technology or what have you, there’s invariably a cadre of people with apparently only the highest standards of taste. Reading through their incisive commentary on the relative merits of MySpace, I can only assume these are people who haven’t had the same fantastic experiences with MySpace that I have had: meeting amazing people, finding new favorite bands, and generally exercising creativity via virtual community.

Certainly for nerds, MySpace has its disontents. People who attempt to spruce up their pages with various HTML editing programs generally fail horribly. And the population of users tends to lean toward insufferably annoying teenagers, but that certainly is no fault of MySpace.