2000: The Year in Music
by Tim McMahan
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was the worst of times and it was the worst of times, as far as
popular music was concerned in the year 2000. Last year will be looked
upon as one of the most forgettable since that big-collared, polyester era
circa 1973-1977, when everything fell into a formulaic, disco-powered
black hole.
The good news is that it can only get better, right? I mean, can it
really get any worse than:
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- Impotent, slightly fey, homoerotic "boy bands"
pandering to the prepubescent Tigerbeat sect and/or flaccid gay
males who were left wandering, lost and lonely, without a new Pet Shop
Boys CD?
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- Moronic, "high-road," pseudo-Christian, chest-beater
anthem rawk by ungifted, earnest thieves like Creed, who's music is
merely badly performed Alice in Chains or Pearl Jam with a God jonze
and bad hair?
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- Misogynistic hate-hop by an incredibly untalented, Mickey
Mouse-voiced, white-ghetto, K mart-styled poseur with a loathing
complex targeted at his mother/wife/American dream?
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- Simple-minded, goon-driven aggra-rap bleetings by over-coifed,
Cookie Monster-voiced, white gangsta-wannabes who don't realize that
the Vanilla Ice-flavored "word-to-your-mother" riffs wore
out their welcome a decade ago?
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We are living in tired times artistically, when drolly choreographed
production jobs by the Christina/Britney/Creed/Blink 182 brain-drain
faction, with their fake MTV-driven feuds and Big Mac vs. Whopper
marketing jingoism, are hoisted in victory upon the slouched shoulders of
today's mall-bred, baggy-pants-wearing imps who carry cell phones and
pagers like fashion tumors growing out of their hips and heads.
"Pop Music" (a more wretched catch-phrase I could never hope
to invent) has, carelessly or not, floated to the bottom of the
cloud of odorless, flavorless, colorless gas we call the listening
taste of the American public. There were signs in '99 that these
new depths in what were already intolerably low levels of artistic
boredom could be breached to even lower levels. We all saw the "boy
bands" emerging in their sickeningly sweet, candy-cotton glow,
but like the Spice Girls (who, thankfully, have faded like a bad
dream from America's collective psyche) we thought the trend would
be short-lived and relatively harmless. Little did we realize how
cleverly the shit peddlers who produce this insipid dreck would
market, then remarket the pose-able Ken and Barbie dolls to every
horny 12- to 18-year-old who, I guess, drive all decisions concerning
radio and music television airplay.
Yeah, I could go on with this bitter rant for another 10,000 words, by
why bother? The sad fact is that even though trite, uninspired,
market-driven hack-noise has always dominated commercial radio/television
to some degree, there were always at least a couple bright spots that
burned through the flatlined, mind-buzz FM fog. Not this year, though. Not
one act managed to break through to the public gestalt. No Nine Inch
Nails, Clash, Nirvana, Liz Phair, U2 or Tracy Chapman to provide a
"Gee-Whiz, ain't-music-headed-in-the-right-direction" moment,
like when those bands first made ripples in popular music culture.
Zip. Zilch. Not a single one. |
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There were signs in '99 that these new depths in what
were already intolerably low levels of artistic boredom could be breached
to even lower levels.
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Things were equally as unremarkable in the
beneath-the-radar flight path of indie rock, the sphere in which new ideas
are suppose to bubble up, unhampered by Andy Travis-like program
directors, like magma through the music world's rock-hard crust. Suddenly,
everything sounded emo or angular, over-emoted or over-conceptualized. No
one indie band raised its head above the crowded fray. Regardless, the
steady-as-she-goes indie stalwarts did come through, for the most part,
and again produced the most interesting and enjoyable new music of the
year.
Without further ado, my "top-10 favorites" of 2000:
1. Yo La Tengo -- And Then Nothing Turned Itself
Inside-Out
2. Deathcab for Cutie -- We Have
the Facts and We're Voting Yes
3. Sunday's Best -- Poised to Break
4. Centro-matic -- All the Falsest Hearts Can Try
5. The Good Life -- Novena On A Nocturn
6. The Explosion -- Flash Flash Flash
7. Fizzle Like a Flood -- Golden Sand and the Grandstand
8. Pedro the Lion -- Winners Never Quit
9. Aimee Mann -- Bachelor No. 2
10. Silkworm -- Lifestyle
While national music was in the doldrums, local music hit a high-water
mark, thanks to Saddle Creek Records, which enjoyed a bang-up year with
releases from Bright Eyes (Fevers and Mirrors) and Cursive (Cursive's
Domestica) that garnered national exposure. Even The Faint's 1999
release, Blank-Wave Arcade, continued to burn brightly in the indie
world, thanks to the band's tireless national touring schedule.
But Saddle Creek wasn't the only playa in the crowded Omaha music
scene. The Good Life (headed by Cursive frontman Tim Kasher) put out
arguably the best CD by local musicians last year with Novena On a
Nocturn released by Better Looking Records (much to Saddle Creek's
chagrin). Oil's outstanding Dreaming with a Deadline was among the
best non-Saddle Creek-related releases, along with Fizzle Like a Flood's
homemade ode to AKsarben, Golden Sand and the Grandstand, Bad Luck
Charm's blistering slice of punk-roots meets twang madness Viva La
Sinners, and The Crossphade Family's hip-hop street-opus Middlenium.
The live music scene again revolved around three primary stages. The
Ranch Bowl continued to cater to owner Matt Markel's GetGo! Records'
stable as well as a handful of national touring alternative bands. The
Music Box, in its lackluster first year of operations, finally began to
draw crowds after dropping its no-smoking policy and booking AOR-friendly
national acts like Maceo Parker and The Jayhawks. Sokol Underground booked
the most interesting national shows by bands including Death Cab for
Cutie, Pedro the Lion, The Dismemberment Plan, Her Space Holiday, Guided
by Voices, Sunshine, and, of course, the Saddle Creek acts. The Junction,
a relative newcomer, began forging a reputation as a much-needed
alternative stage for metal and noise bands. But perhaps the strangest
trend was the Cog Factory's success at booking touring Christian rock
bands between the usual hardcore/punk outfits that have made the venue
famous.
The best live band remained The Carsinogents, whose flame-throwing
antics and knuckle-bleeding, chainsaw punk-a-billy continued to push it
past any and all contenders. If this band ever gets its CD released and
distributed, and ventures outside of the Midwest, they're bound to get the
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But before we get to the predictions,
let's review last year's prophecies:
Prediction: Bright Eyes will release a full-length CD
that will push him to the next level of national exposure.
Outcome: Fevers and Mirrors almost broke into the CMJ top-20,
Conor penned a deal with Sony involving his publishing rights and has
appeared in the pages of national publications such as Magnet, CMJ,
and New Music Express.
Prediction: Grunge will rise from the ashes as the
natural evolution of emo.
Outcome: Guitar-driven emo and post-emo rock pretty much dominated
the indie scene last year.
Prediction: Chicago-style house music will be
back.
Outcome: Who would have thought that the rave culture would
continue to bubble over a decade after its first incarnation?
Prediction: Violence suggested at the Woodstock
festival will be rekindled somewhere during the summer festivals.
Outcome: The closest thing to violence came at the World Trade
Organization conference in Seattle, the Rage Against the Machine
performance outside the Democratic National Convention and the Source
Hip-Hop Awards show.
Prediction: Marilyn Manson will release a dark,
violent, hate-filled opus that parents will really hate.
Outcome: Holy Wood took Manson to new lows, both in content
and sales.
Prediction: Non-touring Omaha original bands, such as
Twitch, Five Story Fall, Silicon Bomb, The Get, Oil and Jank 1000, will
continue to garner a loyal following, waiting for some sort of miracle to
get them to the next level. Watch half of these bands break up in 2000.
Outcome: Well, Twitch did break up, Silicon Bomb hasn't played
live since August, and Five Story Fall broke up then reformed with new
personnel. None of the above bands made any national headway.
Prediction: 106.9 FM The City's free-form radio format
will prove to be too "free form."
Outcome: The station dropped the format last fall for a VH1-style
format.
Prediction: An Omaha musician or band (or former
Omahans) -- other than 311 or Mulberry Lane -- will appear on either David
Letterman, SNL, Leno or Conan O'Brien.
Outcome: We're still waiting.
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Hey, five out of eight ain't bad. So
what's in store for 2001? |
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The return of overblown prog-rock, a
modernized version of that old epic song-and-dance invented by the likes
of Rush, Kansas, Yes and King Crimson. Get ready to hear 7- to
10-minute-long pseudo-psycho operatic dirges. Can the return of the drum
solo be far behind?
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Pressured by the
crash-and-burn ratings of Big Brother and Survivor II,
as well as the re-emergence of VH1's music-oriented programming, someone
will finally take a long look at MTV and say, "Hmmm… this non-music
format ain't working," and begin stripping away the awful
reality-based Real World/Road Rules/Undressed soap
opera schedule that's turned MTV into warmed-over post-Nickelodeon
schlock. |
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Bands and musicians
we'll be talking about this time next year: Stephen Malkmus (formerly of
Pavement); Weezer, Radiohead, Built to Spill, Unwound, R.E.M., Neil Young,
Prince, The Faint, Air and Beck. Bands and musicians we won't be talking
about this time next year: Papa Roach, Kid Rock, Moby, Matchbox 20, Red
Hot Chili Peppers, Greenday, Sting and Santana. |
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U2 as we now know it
will finally call it quits. |
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Female-fronted indie
artists, such as Liz Phair, Helium, Cat Power, Come, Barbara Manning, Team
Dresch, Blake Babies, Julie Doiron and Rebecca Gates will slowly begin to
reemerge in the post-Lilith Fair environment. It would be nice to hear
some intelligent women artists countering the no-brainer, cutesy,
female-sung schlock being produced in the country/western and teen-pop
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Look for Son, Ambulance -- Saddle Creek
Records' newest act -- to make national waves with their split Bright Eyes
CD, slated for release in early January. Also, don't be surprised if
Oberst's music begins to turn up on your television next year, either as a
backgrounder on a WB/Fox TV show or (here we go again) when Conor is asked
to perform on a late-night comedy/talk show.
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An Omaha band not affiliated
with the insular Saddle Creek scene also will gain national exposure.
And it'll be a classic storybook tale where, through a
6-degrees-of-separation-style incident, their demo will fall into the
right hands and strike a magic chord with a major label executive. |
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Not one but two new
big-dollar live music venues will open in Omaha (one downtown focused
on indie rock) that will make competition even tighter among the more
popular venues. The loser will be Sokol Underground, who's owner
threatened to turn the place into office space last year. His dream may
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With the complete sell-out of
the two dominant music publications, Rolling Stone and Spin,
and the emergence of fluff, advertorial-based publications such as Entertainment
Weekly and Us, the major record labels will turn to established
music-based Internet websites to both market and regain credibility for
their acts. They'll be following the lead of independent artists and indie
labels, who already know that webzines are a cheap, timely and relatively
painless medium that has respect among music buyers and taste leaders. |
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Through court action, Napster will finally be
laid to rest, but it won't matter, as new technology that does the
same thing as Napster will continue to offer free music downloads beyond
the music industry's grasp. Regardless, music sales will continue to soar. |
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Commercial radio in Omaha will remain as dismal
as ever until some ambitious youth (and I know you're out there) gets the
moxie to start either a pirate radio or effective web-based radio station
that catches the ear of a local music mogul who hires him/her to reinvent
his station's format (Norm, are you listening?). |
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No matter what
happens, we're stuck with the "boy bands" and goon rock
for at least a couple more years. In its heyday, disco was amongst
us for maybe five years before New Wave and Punk pushed it aside.
A decade or so from now, we'll look fondly upon the N'Sync- and
Backstreet Boys-style acts the same way we remember The Osmonds,
the DeFranco Family, and disco -- with ironic love. Meanwhile, the
metal rap hate bands such as Limp Bizkit, Kottonmouth Kings and
Eminem will be all but forgotten except by a handful of gearheads
who will struggle to keep their memories alive. May it rest in peace.
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Originally printed in The Omaha Weekly December 27,
2000. Copyright © 2000 Tim McMahan. All rights reserved.
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