by Slim Volume
You were worried that Built to Spill’s “There’s Nothing
Wrong with Love” would be an uninspiring record to talk about at this point of
your life but I say we could play, “look at how many Bowie
references we can find!”
For example: “My stepfather looks/Just like David Bowie but
he hates David Bowie/
I think Bowie's cool...”
I think Bowie's cool...”
This is the generation of the stepfather. “They are the
Gen-X Neil Young,” seems to be the cliché. You could certainly claim as much
seeing them in Bellingham a few
years ago on a damp flannel and thermal night. Who needs smoke machines when a
couple dozen lungs billow out the work for you? But the specters of patriarchal
authority that had seemed to haunt Neil Young and Crazy Horse have shape-shifted.
For Neil and the band, the assemblage of power and authority that early r’n’r
attempted to wield or channel intact, but on their own terms, had now crumbled
into pieces that they glued back together in a beautiful clatter.
I think
this is part of the revelation of Built to Spill; what’s left over of the Crazy
Horse leftovers—the detritus of patriarchal power and the macho mythologies that
authorize it are less battled against than repurposed for an Albertson’s
stir-fry dinner domesticity. Maybe most importantly, the father is no longer watching
them, nor gives a fuck what they do.
Además,
r.e.: our dear friend in her college stoner era
wearing a baby blue BTS “Keep it like a Secret” shirt with the neck cut out—I
don’t think I could ever love anyone who hasn’t been a Garth about something.
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