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Music and a Woman’s Right to Choose

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Illustration by Tony Ochre1973 was one hell of a year for rock music. Debut LPs appeared from then-unknowns Bruce Springsteen, Aerosmith, and Queen, while more established acts gave us Raw Power, The Dark Side of the Moon, and Houses of the Holy. It was the year that a short-lived primordial punk trio called Neon Boys split up and reformed under the now-hallowed name of Television, the same year a ramshackle Bowery hole in the wall called CBGB & OMFUG first opened its doors. Beyond the world of rock, however, something hugely pivotal was also issued that year, which would affect both the public and private consciousnesses of the United States immeasurably (its women especially), and continues to do so today. It was a decision issued in January by the US Supreme Court declaring that a woman’s right to terminate a pregnancy was protected by her right to privacy, which is one of the fundamental rights implicitly granted and protected by the US Constitution. This was the decision reached in the case of Roe v. Wade.

It wasn’t that the justices had warm, fuzzy feelings about abortion, or even that a person ought, on principle, to have control over one’s own body. They approached it as more of a clarification of the legal definition of “privacy,” of where the power of government ends and where personal privacy begins, and it has remained such a hot-button argument that even today, most people’s views remain exactly that—private. This goes doubly for those whose meal tickets depend on their general popularity, i.e. artists and entertainers. Most artists wouldn’t touch the fierily polarizing subject with a 10-foot pole, and those that do seem to do it with a direct correlation between their striven-for level of popularity and the forthrightness of their stance.

There aren’t many recorded examples of abortion rights in songs prior to Roe v. Wade. The second wave of the women’s movement did have its cultural wing, however, and from there we got the Chicago Women’s Liberation Rock Band and its East Coast parallel, the New Haven Women’s Liberation Rock Band. Together these comprised the agitprop (or “agit-rock,” as their liner notes proclaimed) arm of the Chicago and the New Haven Women’s Liberation Unions, and though they were absolutely not known for any semblance of expert rock musicianship, they can safely stake a claim on being the first real all-woman feminist rock bands.

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published: October 26, 2009 in column: The Smoke-Filled Room

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Rancid

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RancidRancid
Let the Dominoes Fall
(Epitaph, 2009)

No longer junkie men telling us what their story is, having proven last time around that they’re Indestructible, what does Tim Armstrong have left to say to us? “The bravest kids I know,” he sings, “are the ones that got a goal.” Six years after you thought Indestructible’s we-stick-together sloganeering was saccharine, here comes a punk rock stay-in-school message.

Call Let the Dominoes Fall many things: Rancid’s “fat and happy record,” their “beat the odds triumph,” their “Young Jeezy-cum-Barack Obama Yes We Can record,” or, most damning of all, “not punk, boring, mature record.” The mohawked vets will slap you upside the head probably. Not only do they know their moment (…And Out Come the Wolves) is more than 10 years behind them, but so is their first mature record—the near-masterpiece Life Won’t Wait, a brutal, Jamaican-style portrayal of the war between the social classes of punks and rude boys.

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published: June 4, 2009 in column: Reviews

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Ramones: Acid Eaters

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Ramones: Acid EatersRamones
Acid Eaters
(Radioactive, 1993)

You can knock the Ramones for a number of things (lying about being brothers, letting Dee Dee quit, inspiring Rancid), but what you can’t deny punk rock’s most revered foursome is their ability to execute excellent covers. Da Bruddahs, as no one has liked to call them since 1992, were pretty sharp when it came to picking other artist’s songs to feed into their giant, leather-jacketed meat grinder. They transformed dippy beach anthem “California Sun” into a crushing wave of rock, made “Palisades Park” a moshable delight, and re-imagined “I Don’t Want to Grow Up” as the leanest slice of alienation this side of Paul Westerberg. Oh, and that version of the “Spider-Man” theme at the end of ¡Adios Amigos! is without question humankind’s greatest accomplishment of the 1990s. So the question remains: Why is Acid Eaters, the all-covers album the Ramones released in 1993, so bleh, for lack of a better term?

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published: May 26, 2009 in column: Ex Post Facto

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Your Handy Guide to the Month in Music

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I don’t like February very much. Where I live, it’s still ridiculously cold, and as much as I like the winter and the weather that comes with it, I think the truth is that I only like it because I associate it with Christmas and my birthday, two occasions for which people buy me things. But come February, those two occasions are long gone, and all I have is seriously dry skin and fantasies about drinking beer outside in the sun, which can’t realistically happen with any kind of consistency for another two months. If nothing else, though, at least there are the Grammys to help get me through the dark times. And news about the Barenaked Ladies.

This Month’s Most Notable News Stories

Bonnaroo Lineup Announced
Well, it’s March now, which means you should be getting ready to spend the next five months of your life hearing people talk about summer music festivals. Who’s playing them, who went to them, who accidentally got dusted at them, and so on. It’s exhausting, but it’s a sad fact of my life, which I’m done trying to avoid. So, I’m sorry, but you’re going to have to play along.

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published: March 3, 2009 in column: The Cheat Sheet

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Your Handy Guide to the Month in Music

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The Cheat SheetAugust, you are the worst. Literally, the absolute fucking worst of all the hundreds of months that there are. No one releases any records during you, and everyone goes on vacation during you, so there’s never even anything awesome to read on the internet during you. News cycles slow to a halt during you, and there’s still nothing on television during you. But you’re over now, thankfully, so we’re going to go back and talk about you like you’re not even here.

This Month’s Most Notable News Stories

All Points West Recap
OK, people, I promise, this is it: The last bit of festival coverage you will read in this space for at least eight months. All Points West took place from August 8th through August 10th in Liberty State Park in Jersey City, New Jersey, a town heretofore worth visiting only to get the bottomless chips and salsa at Chili’s. Radiohead headlined the first two nights, and they changed the face of music, I guess, like they supposedly do every other time they take the stage. Jack Johnson headlined on Sunday, and presumably he didn’t change the face of anything, except maybe for the frat boys who pretend to like him so dumb girls will sleep with them. Also, through a complicated and protracted system of wristbands and crazy long lines, festival organizers made it so that each person was only allowed five beers, which cost $7 and could only be consumed in a special drinking tent? Way to go, festival organizers. When are people going to stop going to these things?

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published: September 3, 2008 in column: The Cheat Sheet

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The Best Books on Music of the Last Six Months

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illustration by Tanith ConnollyThere’s something about summer reading lists. They almost always contain must-reads, but they are also supposed to contain page-turners… books that, while not being the most challenging literary content you’ve feasted your eyes on, are highly entertaining without being too heavy on the thinking. It’s summer for crissakes, and that means taking a standard break from life. Summer stands for having time to kick it at the beach or in an air-conditioned place with a cool drink in one hand and a easily-digestable book in the other. Rock tales are the perfect anecdote.

To honor all the great summer reading lists that encourage us to slow down and enjoy the season while it lasts, here’s the first annual list we put together of books on various aspects of the music industry that were published from the first half of 2008.

924 Gilman: The Story So Far
by Brian Edge
(MAXIMUMROCKNROLL)

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published: June 25, 2008 in column: Summer Reading List

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Hall of Fame My Ass

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illustration by Tanith ConnollyPrior to writing this article, I spent a great deal of time fussing over how exactly to describe what it was I felt while meandering through the Holy Walls of the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame Museum, located in Cleveland, Ohio. See, many of you may not have had the opportunity to enter this hallowed sanctum, and it is very important to me that I perfectly articulate how the ghosts of music’s past entered my soul and made a beeline for my wallet. The only problem is standard depiction wouldn’t be sufficient, since it wouldn’t adequately express an institution of such magnificent divinity. So I’ll refer to a scene in the Alexander Payne-directed 2004 movie, Sideways.

In an attempt to cheer up his friend Myles, a rabid wine connoisseur (and also a perpetual failure), Jack takes him to a heavily-populated, tourist-oriented vineyard that essentially focuses on catering to the lowest-common denominator, towards anyone who enjoys the taste of wine a few times a year, read about the vineyard in a pamphlet, and still can’t understand why you just don’t chill pinot noir. Of course, the samples tasted fine to Jack, but here’s what Myles had to say when he tried it:

“Tastes like the back of a fucking LA school bus. Now they probably didn’t de-stem, hoping for some semblance of concentration, crushed it up with leaves and mice, and then wound up with this rancid tar and turpentine mouthwash bullshit. Fucking raid.”

You could also say that I felt like Paul Westerberg in that Replacements song “Answering Machine”, where he’s just screaming into a phone with nobody on the other end.

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published: March 5, 2008 in column: Over a Beer

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