Counterforce After Dark: While my blog gently weeps.

Britpop week continues with a hard, nasty vengeance!

Lollipop and I’ve talked a little bit about Britpop and British pop with you in our previous two installments, but tonight, let’s chat a little about the inspirations of Britpop…

And who better to start with than the original Oasis vs. Blur battle?

Real Love” by The Beatles.

The John Lennon demo that was jumped upon by the three (then) surviving Beatles as part of the Beatles Anthology back in 1995. This is probably a horrible example of the essence of the videos, but at the same time, I think you could make an argument about it getting to the very core of what the Beatles were, a certain kind of gentleness, a simple sense of love, and a fun atmosphere, all of which were easily swept up into Britpop. That, and it’s just a really nice tune when you sit down and enjoy it.

Here’s the boys from Liverpool with the radiant Dusty Springfield, whom I’ll talk about in Friday’s post and here’s Dusty performing on her own.

And on the flip side of that, we have:

Sympathy For The Devil (Neptunes remix)” by The Rolling Stones.

Honestly, what can you say about this song that hasn’t been said before? It originally appeared on the Stones’ classic 1968 Beggars Banquet album, while it’s primarily a Mick Jagger composition (and not a wholly original one in places, drawing ideas from Baudelaire and The Master and Margarita) but you can’t dispute it’s place in history. Of course there’s Altamont, and of course, “American Pie.” And then there’s the covers of it (GNR!).

Here’s the trailer to Godard’s 1968 film Sympathy For The Devil (originally entitled One Plus One by the director). Oh, and here’s the Stones playing the song at Altamont. Oh, and if you’re wondering why I used the Neptunes remix of the song here, it’s because, well, I just happen to like it. Suck it.

A brief interlude: Yesterday Lollipop posted my favorite Blur video, “Coffee and TV,” and since I just talked about the original Oasis and Blur’s, two bands that were inspired by old American Bluesmen, I thought I’d share this excellent clip about the Oasis vs. Blur war:

I swear to God that Noel Gallagher should be a spokesperson for political candidates. When asked about whether the Blur vs. Oasis conflict was really about middle class vs. working class, he said, “Not to say that the dirt under your fingernails is some sort of badge of honor, you know, it’s not. It’s just a fact. They never had a paper route, you know. I had a milk route and stuff like that. I worked on building sites. That fundamentally makes my soul a lot purer than theirs.” Brilliant.

I should say one more quick thing about Blur here, in particular one of their influences being a 60′s mod group called Small Faces, witnessed in the song “Lazy Sunday.” Continuing on…

For Your Love” by The Yardbirds.

It amazes me how much when we don’t talk about The Yardbirds when we talk about influential British groups from the 60′s. Especially when we talk about it’s place in history as the launching pad for three of England and rock in general’s most prominent guitar players: Eric Clapton, Jeff Beck, and Jimmy Page. Also, when The Yardbirds broke up, there was still some touring commitments in other parts of Europe and since Jimmy Page was the only member left, his manager and he put together a new band, originally called The New Yardbirds, but who then evolved into a little known band called Led Zeppelin.

Here’s The Yardbirds doing a cameo in one of my favorite movies, Antonioni’s masterpiece, Blow-Up.

Moving onto my final song and band for today, I’ll go back again to Blur. In 1993, Damon Albarn was asked if Blur was an “anti-grunge” band and he replied, “If punk was about getting rid of hippies, then I’m getting rid of grunge.” But from grunge, Britpop then started going after grunge’s cousin on methaqualone: shoegaze.

It wasn’t long before shoegaze bands like Ride and Slowdive and Spitfire were being attacked by Britpop artists in the press along with the American grunge groups, with the exception of Oasis. Not only did Noel Gallagher eventually bring Andy Bell from Ride into Oasis, Noel said in 1996 that Kurt Cobain was the only songwriter from the last ten years that he had any respect for and that their music was similar enough that Cobain probably could’ve written “Wonderwall.” Lush and The Stone Roses also got somewhat of a free pass as well, as did our last artist for the night…

Sometimes” by My Bloody Valentine.

I could probably go on forever about MBV, so I’ll have to restrain myself a bit, only to say that thankfully they’re back together now (in some form) and just as loud. This is easily their best known song and using the clip from Lost In Translation has to buy me intense hipster cred, yeah? Regardless, if you don’t have their classic album Loveless, then go get it now. It’s essential. Here’s a link to MBV doing one of my favorite songs, Louis Armstrong’s “We Have All The Time In The World.”

Lollipop will be back tomorrow with even more sweet tunes for you, so I’ll leave you with this quite frankly hideous photo of Dusty Springfield that she’s demanded I use:

Third time’s the charm?

For McCrazyballs tonight? No, probably not. But it’ll be fascinating to watch. Will he do his damndest to try to unnerve Obama tonight? Maybe. Will he try to bring up this Ayers bullshit and use that Obama without somehow opening a door for the Keating scandals of long ago? And how do you try to wage a weak argument on “domestic terrorism” when a majority of the hearts and minds you’re trying to win over just want to know how the fuck they’re going to pay their rent?

Good questions. I have no idea. Instead I offer you a preview of tonight’s debate:

(from here.)

Palin talks about voter fraud here. That’s interesting.

An open letter to the American people. Every single 2008 Nobel Laureate endorses Obama. (Thanks, as usual, to Robot Heart.)

(from here.)

Verizon and AT&T provided free cell towers to the McCain Ranch. Somehow the McCain ranch seems like an even more terrifying place to me than Neverland ranch.

Either she’s just a willful, bold liar or… Sarah Palin may not know how to read.

And here’s an inside look into Obama’s processes with the second debate:

Best line: “I knew that that debate was in the bag… I just didn’t expect him to actually hand me the bag.”

Oh, and hey Halloween’s just around the corner!

I know what I’m going as…

That, or… Indiana Jones. Definitely.

Counterforce After Dark: You And I Are Gonna Live Forever

I’m tired, the same kind of tired you feel when you get to London, jet-lagged and wanting to cry from the complete ineptitude of Heathrow, and you finally figure out which Tube to take, and you sit your tired, recycled-air ass down, as your body, previously running on adrenaline, starts to slowly run out of that particular chemical and one need takes over: you must get to sleep, and you must get to sleep now.

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But, you’re an hour from the city, so you sit. Quietly, not wanting to be a loud American. And so you try to stay awake and you listen to the accents of everyone around you. They’re real and they’re beautiful and they signify one thing: you’re not in the USA anymore. It sounds obvious but you don’t really get that you’ve left, that you’re far away, until you hear the accent and all of a sudden, you’re the one talking funny.  But hey, you’ve made it across the ocean and you’re ready to drink some warm beer.

1. Blur, “Coffee & TV”

Coffee in London is not like it is here. The tea is better and you can go to little Middle Eastern kebab shops to get it where the owner will dress it for you, full of milk and sugar. When the going gets tough, the tough go to Starbucks.

2. Oasis, “Don’t Look Back In Anger”

The Parliament, or Big Ben is the most beautiful structure I have ever seen up close. You never realize how much of a kid the United States is, until you go elsewhere and see how fucking old everything else is. I’d like to tell you my boyfriend did not have me wait until 4:20 to snap a picture of Big Ben, but then I’d be lying.

3. James, “Say Something”

British people don’t talk on public transit. The most gauche thing I saw someone do was eat a candy bar.The loudest ones are the kids and the Americans, acting like complete dumbasses because you’re on a double decker bus (OMG IT’S LIKE THE BUS TIMES TWO!) and it is taking you two whole hours to get from one end of Oxford Street to another.

4. Jesus Jones, “Right Here, Right Now”

I’m going to step out of my “narrative” here and say how surprised I am to see that Jesus Jones is listed as Britpop (thanks wikipedia!). But, this song is truly wonderful and pretty much cements the early 90s for me. Except let’s never go back to being 12 years old again.

5. Coldplay, “Trouble”

Is it Britpop? Is it British music that is also pop? Yes. I think I win this one.

London is really expensive and almost entirely like America. But, I love it, the same way I love to hate this horrible, melodramatic song.

At this point, you’re in your hotel room, it’s 11am and even though you vow that you’re going to push through, stay up until a normal time, get on the British schedule, what ends up happening is you lay down on the bed and you are gone, out until at least 9:30pm. And then you go out, utterly confused by what time it is, and you find yourself a nice old pub to sit in. Until they kick you an hour later. It’s okay, though: warm beer doesn’t really taste that good.

Till next time…

Counterforce After Dark