Showing posts with label Billboard. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Billboard. Show all posts

Tuesday, March 5, 2013

Back to Basics


              The world of pop music has undergone more sea changes than any of us can count over the past 60 years, but the newest trend is surprising even to hardy top-40 fans such as myself. In case you haven’t noticed, foot-stompin’ pop is all the rage now. A grizzled voice, a few banjos, a “hey” and a “ho,” finished off with the sound of boots hitting hardwood – it’s Billboard gold right now.
              I’ve got no problem with it, and most of the bands in this genre – Mumford & Sons, the Lumineers, Of Monsters and Men, to name a few – are a nice complement to the other genres in the pop music galaxy, from rap to hip hop to R&B to country pop. Throw in a little more standard rock, and you’ve got the most diverse array of pop music this side of 1985. Neat as it is, though, it’s still shocking to turn on a mainstream, top-40 radio station and hear banjos. Just a year after Earl Scruggs died, the instrument he mastered is holding its own alongside Auto-Tune and boy bands.
Cool as it sounds, though, I think this foot-stompin’ pop is about more than just the whimsical tastes of music fans. Something this different has to carry some symbolic weight. Twenty years ago, we saw a similar trend when MTV introduced the widely popular “Unplugged” series, where famous musicians strapped on acoustic guitars and crooned their hits in stripped-down fashion. Twenty years before that, singer-songwriters such as Jim Croce, James Taylor and John Denver ensured that the quiet, thoughtful, acoustic song would remain a part of our pop-music canon for individuals not named Dylan. I found the “Unplugged” fad to be a necessary reaction to what had become an overload of synthesizers and heavy metal in the ‘80s and early ‘90s. The early-‘70s quiet guys were a natural foil to the blossoming of hard rock in the late ‘60s.
This time around, Mumford and all his sons and cousins are here for a couple of reasons: First of all, they’re not really quiet songs, so much as anthems – and in a time of so much uncertainty, the anthem does a lot of people an awful lot of good; it always has. Secondly, I think the stripped-down approach of banjos and boots is also a harkening back to our past – to a recognition that there are some things we did better in previous generations, and it’s at least worth reflecting on that.
When Bill Monroe and Woody Guthrie were playing bluegrass and folk music back in the 1930s, America was undergoing an economic crisis even worse than the one we’ve had in the past half-decade. But during those years, the country took some courageous risks in fighting its way out of the misery it faced. Today, as we watch our government leaders play a dangerous game of chicken with our economy, we might long for the days of banjos and fiddles, as they were accompanied by bold action.
Also, as we watch severe storms ravage our country, we might find ourselves reflecting back on the last time a man-made natural disaster struck our country. The shock and debris of Hurricane Sandy remains with us still, and maybe we’re ready to revisit the days of the Dust Bowl to think seriously about what happens when we alter our climate – and what we can do to fix it. Woody Guthrie sang about that, too.
Or if we’re into sports, maybe the Lumineers’ “Ho Hey” reminds us a little of Willie Mays’ “Say Hey” days. Perhaps the stripped-down pop of now connects with the stripped-down baseball game being played once more, at long last. With performance-enhancing drugs on their way out of the game, baseball has become what it was before the juicers took over – a game in which pitchers dominate. Many of us were told as children that the hardest thing to do in sports is to hit a baseball coming at you at a rapid speed. The laws of physics support this theory completely, and without those drugs we’re seeing the game become what it was meant to be. Getting a hit three out of 10 times at-bat is once again a Hall of Fame-worthy accomplishment. Striking 40 home runs in a season is once more enough to win a home run crown. And pitching a shutout is once again commonplace.
So when we read about Willie Mays dominating the game in the 1950s, we read about a man who did this through his own natural abilities. As baseball prepares for a new season, we feel more confident than ever that the fakers have either been caught or are about to get caught. And that’s something  to say “hey” about. It’s also reason to appreciate the beauty of the 2-1 game, instead of the 12-9 slugfest.
There are a lot of amazing things that happen in a 2-1 game. Players think carefully about their decisions. They work together a lot. They take courageous risks. They appreciate a well-played game, in which the playing field is level.
They do the things that make the game great, and they don’t need any performance enhancements to do that. It’s the same way with economies, global weather patterns and even pop songs – just keep it honest, dare to be different, and try a little collaboration. Make some music together. Banjos allowed. 


Sunday, August 1, 2010

A-Rod Gaga (One Sixty-Two: Day 101)

Writer’s note: One Sixty-Two is a season-long series of blog posts connecting baseball’s major-league players to life’s universal themes. Just as there are 162 games in a season, so there will be 162 posts in this series. Let’s play some ball.

Day One Hundred-One: Alex Rodriguez, New York Yankees

In last Sunday’s New York Times, Jon Caramanica wrote a thoughtful essay on the proliferation of spectacle in modern women’s pop music. The essay, titled “Pure Gaga,” contrasts the ubiquitous Lady Gaga of 2010 with the equally popular Madonna of the 1980s and ‘90s. While both singers loved to dress up and shake up pop society, Caramanica writes that there is a difference: Madonna, he says, “was a savvy pop trickster, using outrageous imagery as a distraction while smuggling ideas about religion and social politics into her music.” In contrast, he writes, Lady Gaga and her contemporaries are “interested in distraction as an end in itself.”

I happen to enjoy Lady Gaga’s music, but I, too, am waiting to see if there’s any substance behind the Mardi Gras outfits. Is Gaga going to use the images in her videos to deliver messages that push the boundaries of society in exciting, progressive ways? Or will she focus first and foremost on creating just enough dazzle to impact the Billboard charts, without an attempt at using her status to make us think?

The great ones always give us more than the art. The Beatles, Bob Dylan, Stevie Wonder, Bruce Springsteen, Marvin Gaye, Madonna, Michael Jackson, Elvis Presley – all took the initiative to bring thoughtful ideas into their music. It’s the same way with athletes. There have been thousands of brilliant athletes in the history of sports, but the truly great ones used their popularity as an opportunity to speak out or act out on issues extending beyond the sports arena – Muhammad Ali, Jackie Robinson, Sandy Koufax, Roberto Clemente, Jim Brown, Kareem Abdul-Jabbar and Martina Navratilova, to name a few.

The coverage in New York this past week has focused around the pending 600th home run of Alex Rodriguez. The Yankees’ third baseman will eventually hit his 600th homer, although it’s taking awhile. A few years after that, he will hit his 700th, and perhaps a few years later he’ll break all the records en route to No. 800. That will be interesting to see.

But it won’t bring tears to the eyes of this writer. I am always fascinated by the magnificence of Rodriguez’s skills. But there are a lot of magnificent athletes out there. What brings you to your knees is watching an athlete combine his or her talents with a thoughtful entry into society’s conversations. It’s one thing to help build a three-run lead; it’s quite another to help build a better world. When Curtis Granderson belts a home run in Yankee Stadium, I watch him round the bases with the knowledge that he is also using his success and notoriety to benefit the lives of young people throughout the nation through his own community-service activities.

So I will watch Alex Rodriguez’s 600th home run when it happens, and it will be nice to see him smile about it. But I am still waiting, patiently, to see if there’s more to Alex Rodriguez than the long fly balls and the throws to first base. I’m looking for more to A-Rod than a splash of Gaga. The clock is ticking.