Maple leaf music

When I was in high school, in the mid-90s just outside Detroit, one of the two local radio stations playing new, largely guitar-based music heavily influenced by the late 80s college rock scene and thus known as “alternative” — “standard” rock being 70s bands and their 80s hard rock/hair metal progeny — was CIMX 88.7 FM. 88.7, which promoted themselves as 89X, was actually based across the Detroit River in Windsor Ontario, and was obligated by Canadian regulation to play at least 15% Canadian content.

Thus, along with Nirvana, Smashing Pumpkins, Radiohead, Beck, and other MTV-friendly bands, the soundtrack of my teen years included early exposure to a number of Canadian artists like The Barenaked Ladies and Sarah McLachlan who went on to get broad exposure in the U.S., and a number of other Canadian groups who never quite crossed over.

Sloan is a Halifax, Nova Scotia group whose first album, Smeared, was released in 1992, and is still recording today. Their first single, “Underwhelmed,” is a pretty good place to start.

While there’s good stuff here and there all through Sloan’s two decades, the essential discs are 1994′s Twice Removed, 1996′s One Chord To Another, and 1998′s Navy Blues. (It’s actually kind of downhill from there.) There’s so much to love on those three albums, “Money City Maniacs,” “Coax Me,” “The Good In Everyone,” “Deeper Than Beauty,” but my sentimental favorite (and part two of the emerging theme) is “Snowsuit Sound.”

Pure was a Vancouver group with a name that’s surprisingly difficult to publicize. It’s simple, yes, and easy to spell, but everyone always thinks that you’re talking about The Cure. (“Pure.” “The Cure?” “No, Pure.” “What?” Ugh.)

Pure actually thanks 89X in the liner notes to their album Generation Six-Pack, and while “Anna Is a Speed Freak” got more airplay, “Lemonade” stands as the best example of the sub-genre that so appealed to me as a teenager: The Bored Love Song. Characterized by a laid-back musical vibe, a passive narrator, and a subject who is both unattainable and yet close by, the Bored Love Song is a tribute to a certain idealized non-idealized passion. That is, the Bored Love Song takes place entirely in the narrator’s head — to the point, perhaps, where the narrator’s self-involvement might actually preclude a relationship when the subject of the narrator’s affection actually feels some interest as well, as in “Underwhelmed.” There’s also a distinct undertone that the narrator’s interest is motivated in large part by the lack of anything better to do (thus the “bored” component of the Bored Love Song). The Bored Love Song is more about the urgency of being in love, particularly in the absence of a suitable love object, than it is about love itself. And, in fairness, given the level of self-involvement, any observation on lack of suitability is probably better applied to the narrator than to the ostensible subject. The urgency in question is the urgency of being in love, even if one is not capable of an actual relationship. And what better description of adolescence can you get than that?

At the same time, the Bored Love Song is never about a distant subject — it’s never a song about a cheerleader or someone else who exists in a different adolescent social sphere than the narrator. The subject of the Bored Love Song is always someone the narrator interacts with regularly, and every interaction is weighted with the significance that comes from secret, unimparted knowledge, every word an unspoken “I love you.” (Good counterexamples might be Nada Surf’s “Popular” — an outsider’s ironic view of the dating mores of the higher adolescent social echelons — and Wheatus’s (slightly later) “Teenage Dirtbag” — in which the popular subject who “doesn’t know who I am” deigns to lower herself to a [more authentic] participation in the narrator’s lower social sphere. It’s also worth noting that like the Iron Maiden reference in “Teenage Dirtbag,” a lot of American “alternative” music maintains closer ties to “standard” rock, while the Canadian bands under examination here draw more influence from 60s pop. Well, at least until Navy Blues, when Sloan starts to delve a lot more into the 70s, which is, I think, one of the big reasons why they start to go downhill, but anyway.)

The last three bands I’ll touch on quickly have remained petty obscure, but each have at least a song or two you should hear at least once. The first, Hayden, fits best into the Bored Love Song subgenre. Slow, languid acoustic guitar, the declaration that things are indeed “As Bad As They Seem,” being in love with a 16-year-old AND her mom. This song is adolescent crack.

“First Day of Spring” by The Gandharvas is less of a love song, per se, but is a good total fit both musically and lyrically with the other Canadian bands discussed here. This version of the song is from the album Soap Bubble & Inertia, of which I could never find a copy. They re-recorded “First Day of Spring” with more electric guitar for the album Sold For a Smile, which has some catchy stuff, but is louder, faster, and altogether more American. (If it weren’t for the crescendo in the last third of the original version, it could almost be a Shins song before the band.)

Finally, I know nothing about The Super Friendz, and “Karate Man” was only ever played during 89X’s Sunday evening “Canadian Imports” block, which was a way to fulfill as much of the station’s required Canadian content in as dead a block of air time as possible. Of course, it was the best part of the week, and this poppy, sunny, awesome non sequitur of a song has always stuck with me.

Of course, one could do a totally separate post on The Tragically Hip (god, I loved “Ahead By a Century”), but as they were never bored and hardly adolescent, I’ll leave them to another writer on another day.

Colonel Wayne

The days are counting down until we all get to see Christopher Nolan’s final entry in his Batman trilogy, The Dark Knight Rises. A lot of the online chatter has centered on Bane’s unintelligible dialog in the early trailers, and whether Joseph Gordon-Levitt’s John Blake character will end up as some version of Robin, Azrael, or whether he’ll pick up the mantle of the Bat himself.

I’d like to focus briefly, however, on why as much as I love the Dark Knight films, I’m kind of looking forward to never having to see Christian Bale under the cowl again.

It actually doesn’t have anything to do with Bale’s awful Batman voice. Well, maybe just a little. What’s wrong with Bale’s Batman voice, you ask? Let me allow Kevin Conroy, voice of Batman from Batman: The Animated Series, answer that question.

I’ve argued before that while Nolan’s Batman films are wonderful, they don’t really have a handle on Batman himself. Nolan “turns Batman into military special forces — not that smart, not really great at detective work, but good at punching. He’ll get in and get out to get his man, usually with an airplane.”

The Batman vs. Bane imagery from the new film looks like Nolan is taking the paramilitary Batman to the next level. He’s moving up from special forces to the brass, out in front of one of two opposing armies.

Batman & Army

Just as a (partially tongue-in-cheek) aside, let’s acknowledge the possibility that there’s reason to question whether Batman is in front of the correct army, or whether Nolan’s promo image carries 1% vs. 99% undertones.

But more importantly, I’m ready to be done with the paramilitary Batman. There’s really only one example I can think of from a comic version of Batman where he stands in front of an army, Frank Miller’s The Dark Knight Returns.

Miller's Dark Knight

Yes, that’s our beloved Mr. Wayne on a horse, leading an army of former gang members to re-establish order in a city rioting during a blackout caused by a Soviet nuclear weapon. There’s a lot going on in that image, and part of what makes it work is the irony of Batman, the most technology-driven hero other than Iron Man, abandoning the Batmobile (and the, um, Bat-tank from an earlier issue) to lead a cavalry charge. In this scene, Batman is the last line of defense when society collapses on itself.

That’s a lot for Nolan’s militaristic hero to live up to, especially when, again, one of the driving themes of the Nolan films is how Batman stands again and again in defense of a society that might not be worthy of his efforts. The climax of The Dark Knight doesn’t revolve around Batman defeating the Joker, but whether ordinary citizens will choose self-sacrifice or destruction. It’s a close thing, but “the city” ultimately declines to eat itself.

In fact, The Dark Knight expresses a belief in the fragility of the populace that I’m not sure the film itself supports. Batman and Gordon cover up Harvey Dent’s crimes because they believe that Gotham will fall apart if they learn that their noble district attorney became a monster, even though people have already survived (and remained fairly civil) after the Arkham Asylum break out, Ra’s al Ghul’s fear gas attack, and the Joker’s terrorism.

I’d really love to see The Dark Knight Rises explore unrest with a little more effort. The League of Shadows were terrorists, the Joker drew his followers from the criminally insane, but where does Bane’s army come from? Who are these people who line up behind him, and what are they fighting? I’m not saying that Nolan has to make Bane’s army sympathetic — Miller’s rioters may be ordinary people, but they’re scared and selfish — but Nolan’s always been interested in bigger things than a traumatized rich kid who puts on a costume and starts fights. If The Dark Knight Rises works, it’ll be because Nolan brings his social thought experiment to a satisfactory conclusion. If it fails, it’ll be because the film finds itself unable to move past Jim Gordon and Bruce Wayne’s moral conceptions of the universe.

Either way, Nolan has given Batman fans a lot to be grateful for, and I am.

But I’m ready to see what someone else would do with the Bat. A nice bit of detective work would be lovely.

You knew Tesla was awesome, but a reminder is always useful

In advance of Nikola Tesla day on July 10, The Oatmeal has created a tribute to the many, many ways in which Tesla was great and Thomas Edison was a douchebag.

second industrial revolution

I’m not a Tesla expert, so in addition to Tesla’s wikipedia page, I’ll simply refer you to two other fairly recent and probably inadequate tributes to quite possibly the most brilliant man to ever live in the United States.

First, David Bowie’s performance as Tesla in Christopher Nolan’s 2006 film, The Prestige. In fairness, Nolan’s depiction of Tesla and his marginalization is based on the deeply faulty (and, in all honesty, nonsensical) premise that “the truly extraordinary is not permitted in science and industry,” but there is a way in which only a film about magic can really capture the way in which Tesla’s work seems to border on the supernatural, even today.

The second tribute is from Kate Beaton’s Hark, A Vagrant comic.

The Oatmeal touches (mmmm. . .) on Tesla’s desirability as well.

Tesla Celibacy

Seriously, look at that confident smirk. Somebody get me some bloomers so I can throw them into his machinery.

Tesla

So, in short, Tesla = awesomeness. In fact, we might just need to invent a new word to fully encompass his magnificence. It’s the least we can do. (Suggestions welcomed in the comments.)

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