Bye Bye Friendster Blog!

Ok Friendster, you had your chance. Myspace takes a chunk of your audience/community/whatever and what do you do? You take steps to make Friendster increasingly lame. I sat through the time when you introduced the compatibility colors with a bit of annoyance. I gritted my teeth when you sent the email messages when a person accepted your friend request saying something like, "Wow! You put it all on the line and _______ accepted your friendship!!" I took the Who's Viewed Me thing with a grain of salt. I got pretty pissed when you introduced the infuriating Invite Friends page after you sign in. And the embedded pop ups really tested me.
And now.

There is a fucking laughing and dancing clown when anyone views my blog.

Are you fucking kidding me?

And it's supposed to be annoying, the object is to click on it to shut it up. Or else turn off the volume on your computer.
Ok granted it's not always the clown guy, but it's always some shit that's loud and annoying.

Ok you know how when you have a friend/significant other/colleague that pulls a bunch of shit to test your limits, just to see what they get away with. You let them know it's not cool and they pull their shit together, and then eventually they will feel the need to test again, out of instinct.

And you are like, See ya!!

That's me. I'm done with this Blog.

I'll probably check friendster every once in a while, because it's still a decent way to keep in touch with friends or for old friends to find you.
Maybe this will spurn my ass to get my website together finally, so I can have a real blog, not this Tonka My First Blog bullshit.

K, I'll leave you all with another unrequested recommendation:

Shing Kee by Carl Stone

You can find it on Itunes, or buy the album: Mom's

One of the most beautiful ambient electronic pieces I have ever heard. Consists of a sample of Akiko Yano singing Schubert stretched to near infinity.

Trust me. Listen to it in silence. Bye.

Blogging on Friendster

    WOW. These new ads on the friendster blogs really suck. I mean I fully admit that blogging on friendster is waaay fucking weak in the first place but it's a good way to trick your friends into reading your drivel, since so many are on this crazy site. Maybe this is a sign I should get my real mattmarks.net site going so that when I post my latest neurotic musings or blab about my recent favorite obscure musical (ps. Shock Treatment is the SHIT!) half my friends don't get an email about it. By the way, you can turn that shit off.
    Friendster really ain't making itself easier to like. But like all my east coast friends are on it. Funny, because all my west coast friends are on Myspace.
    I have to admit though, having an online journal is kind of fun. But every time I sign on to Friendster, I just feel kinda lame. Admit it, some of you do too. Come on...
    Maybe I'm getting all dark on Friendster for the time being, and tomorrow I'll be all about writing how much I love some random record I bought again. I'm actually in a really good mood. I just bought a fern!
    Ok so I'll leave you all with my new favorite song from Shock Treatment the Musical:

Anyhow, Anyhow

Brad Majors:

Some people do it for compassion

Janet Majors:

Some people do it for the fashion

Brad Majors:

Some people do it to be funny

Janet Majors:

Some people do it for the money

Judge Oliver Wright:

Some people do it for enslavement

Betty Hapschatt:

Some people do it on the pavement

Judge Oliver Wright:

But

Chorus:

We're going to do it anyhow, anyhow
We're going to do it anyhow, anyhow
We're going to do it
No matter how the wind is blowing

We're going to do it anyhow, anyhow
We're going to do it anyhow, anyhow
We're going to do it
We just gotta keep going

Brad and Janet:

Some people do it for each other

Oliver and Betty:

Some people do it for their lover

Brad and Janet:

Some people do it for improvement

Oliver and Betty:

Some people do it for the movement

Brad and Janet:

Some people do it for enjoyment

Oliver and Betty:

Some people do it for employment

Judge Oliver Wright:

But

Chorus:

We're going to do it anyhow, anyhow
We're going to do it anyhow, anyhow
We're going to do it
No matter how the wind is blowing

We're going to do it anyhow, anyhow
We're going to do it anyhow, anyhow
We're going to do it
We just gotta keep going

Studio Audience:

Denton, Denton, you've got (clap) no pretension
You're (clap) where the heart is, you're OK
Denton, Denton, you've got (clap) no pretension
You're (clap) the acceptable face
(clap) Of the human race (clap)
You're (clap) Denton, Denton, U.S.A.

Chorus:

We're going to do it anyhow, anyhow
We're going to do it anyhow, anyhow
We're going to do it
No matter how the wind is blowing

We're going to do it anyhow, anyhow
We're going to do it anyhow, anyhow
We're going to do it
We just gotta keep going
We just gotta keep going
We just gotta keep going

We just gotta keep going!

In Your Eyes

    Listening to an acoustic version of “In Your Eyes” by Peter Gabriel, I think to myself that I’m most likely on the brink of enlightenment or subjugation by the masses. This is of course an exaggeration, but having trained myself to think of myself in the past tense, literally as if from a history book or a VH1 Behind the Whatever, I tend to dramatize the inconsequential as if it were a paragraph from A Portrait of the Artist. I have to justify why I am listening to something as mainstream as Peter Gabriel. If I were listening to something obscure and challenging like, say Scelsi or Merzbow, then justification is present in the statement of the name, either you have never heard of it and thus can have no opinion, except possibly the awe and disappointment at not knowing the music, or you know how considerably Out it is, and the music is left up to subjectitivity. And I am left relatively safe to critisism and disapproval.
    With an artist such as Peter Gabriel, the stakes are considerably higher. Not only is his music widely known, but it is relatively easy to judge and most people have at least a minimally formed opinion as to whether or not they like or enjoy his music. Thus I am left open to judgement and must defend my choice with appropriate justification.
    Do I like the music because I am on an retro 80s kick, revisiting the soundtrack of my youth, and thought it would be hilarious to have the song John Cusack played as he held up high his boombox outside the window of his recently lost love in Say Anything…? Have I been revisiting the early, experimental days of Genesis when he was a member and though I think they went to shit when Phil Collins started leading the group, I thought I’d check out some of Gabriel’s 80s music on a whim(of course, referring to Peter Gabriel with just the last name, as if he were a long-dead composer)? Had I just watched the brilliant australian movie Rabbit-Proof Fence about the struggles of the indigenous aboriginal children in the australian outback and rather enjoyed the neo-ambient sountrack by Gabriel (Oh, you haven’t seen the movie? It’s astounding.)?
    See, the justifications are present. I’ve got an arsenal of them. But to say that I merely think the song is pretty, that’s a bit dangerous. Maybe I could say that I enjoy the simplicity, I’ve been listening to so much Scelsi lately that I really needed something simple and melodic to, you know, cleanse the pallete. How about that I can’t stand the studio version, it’s much too heavily produced and refined, but in the acoustic version Gabriel really gets down to the meat and bones of the piece, which is really quite dark, besides I believe that he means the whole “Love” aspect of the piece ironically.
    There, do you respect me more now?
    I wonder what it is. Do I think that a mere statement of the beauty of the song will make me sound common, simple-minded, red-state? Gosh, that song sounds purdy!
    Maybe the largest conceit of all is my half-assed attempt at obtaining honesty through the  appreciation of a song. My desire to reach a life of pure unhindered love of beauty, “What are you listening to? Oh, Wozzeck? Cool, that’s really dark and challenging. Me I find enlightenment in the simple elegance of Peter Gabriel and his guitar. You see, I’ve been reading a lot of Thoreau…” .         Perhaps the most enviable answer I receive nowadays when I ask why someone is listening to a piece of music is, “ I don’t know, I just like it.” Unfortunately most of the time it is music that I would rather shoot myself in the forehead than listen to, like Who Let the Dogs Out or My Milkshake Brings All the Boys to the Yard.
    Of course the most annoying thing is that the whole theme of this entry, “If only I could calm my brilliant mind and be happy like those poor commoners” is more boring and tired than any number of those crappy one-hit-wonders. It’s exactly why I was not a big fan of the movie Pi.
    This is why from this moment on, when anyone asks why I like a certain piece of music, song, opera, one-hit-wonder, etc. I am going to answer the question with the only answer I can give. The trump card to which any further inquiry falls useless in the air:
    Cuz.

Mafoo Like Music

    Holy crap. I've been listening to this musical (one of the many records I bought at Amoeba a few weeks ago) all day. It's called Moses and the Impossible Ten and it is one of the best things I have ever heard. Music by Artie Wayne, performed by the London Rock Symphony.
    Ok, I know what you are thinking. Matt's being all ironically into this religious musical cuz he's being wacky again...
    Well, I'll admit that the lyrics are pretty silly, and somewhat awkwardly written. But the music is actually incredible. Really beautiful. Production quality is top class, recorded in '71 but sounds as clear and full as if recorded in the mid 80s. Artie Wayne is an amazing song writer, he's written for a bunch of stars in the 70s and 80s. This must have been a side project or something. The arrangements kick my ass, sometimes just a funk combo, sometimes a full orchestra, and sometimes a classic soul arrangement with strings. Some songs are country parodies, some straight-up early 70s dirty funk, some big orchestral fanfares.
    Plus it's about the Ten Commandments so there are songs for each Commandment. Fuck yeah. The adultery song is pretty awesome here's some sample lyrics:

        You gave your wife a wedding ring
        And every night it's the same old thing
        Your mother-in-law moves where you're at
        And you watch your wife getting sloppy and fat
        You and your mother-in-law make three
        You'll soon be committing adultery

    So amazing. Just really so amazing. I'm hugging the record cover right now.

    Did I mention that there is a booklet with illustrations for each song (each sin) and that it's a double album? Don't you wish you had this album?

    Ok, some more lyrics. There's just too many good ones. This is from Thou Shalt Not Covet:

        Covet not his car nor his jewels.
        Covet not the cut of his clothes.
        Smacketh not thy lips for his fat city.
        In his business puteth not thy nose.

    Ha! I love it. Smacketh not thy lips for his fat city?? What the hell could that mean? The best part is that all of these crazy songs are actually reaaally well written and produced (and sung).
    There are also a few really dark songs, like one about children getting killed in war in various ways: napalm, getting shot, stabbed... very strange stuff.

    Overall just an unbelievably good album. I would say go get it, but it's most likely really hard to find, unless you want to pay 30 bucks for it on ebay. Come out to Brooklyn and I'll record it onto CD for you! Oh well, I'll probably just listen to it myself. And make Bill listen to it until he's sick of it of course.

Mafoo's Hipster Diatribe

    Those that know me surely know of my penchant for growling about the prevalence of this breed of unbelievably annoying New Yorkers. Now I know that other cities have their share of hipsters, but NYC is literally the birthplace, so for the time being we are going to have to endure the trend, in the world capital of hipsterdom, until it dies out. What makes NYC so bad is that the hipster trend is a throwback to the glorydays of New York downtown rock, the late 70-early 80s. Back then the dress was a rejection/transformation of the formal way of dressing much of America was still very much accustomed to and the colorful psychadelic dress of the hippies. The style was decidely minimalist and almost industrial, for example: tight, worn out jeans with a white shirt often with a drab sport jacket or leather jacket. The main icons of the style are for guys, Joey Ramone and for girls, Debbie Harry of Blondie.
    While this style was largely utilitarian, since many in the downtown scene were musicians or artists and couldn't afford fancy dress, the resurgence is anything but: gaudy, superfluous, and unbelievably mundane. My friend Pete Wise has a really interesting idea on the resurgence. He notes that usually about 25 or so years after a particularly interesting period in our culture, a retro comeback occurs. He believes, and I think I do too, that the powers that be are simply marketing to the nostalgia of the powerful class, the people who have money in their 40s. When the garage rock/punk scene hit, these people were the culture. Now they have the money. Think about it, the early to mid-90s and the hippie/grunge scene, the 80s and rockabilly...
    Now I think most trends are fucking idiotic anyway, but if your special little trend is merely a marketing ploy, wouldn't you feel like, well, a tool?
    But even aside from theories of cultural manipulation, the hipster trend is really just so freaking obnoxious. Many of my friends have shown confusion as to what dress, style, attitude constitutes - hipster, so I thought I'd clear it up a bit.
    While the archetype of hipster dress is that watered-down early-punk look, there are many stylistic nuances. Pervasive in nearly all hipster dress is a somewhat complex sense of irony and sarcasm, which many rely on to justify them looking like unbelievable douches. For girls it might be the fallen angel look: an old wedding dress or pink ballerina dress while layering on thick scary makeup and wild hair; for guys often the red state spoof: wearing a trucker hat and having a thick mustache to juxtapose against the trad hipster garb of a tight band t-shirt, skin tight jeans and Converses.
    Also common for girls are the pink leg-warmers, neon spandex with a loose blouse, and hair done up in scrunchies, in tribute to/mock of the Cindi Lauper look. The guys almost always have the longer hair look, impeccably messy, often covering part of their eyes or face, and preferably dark brown.
    The pants must be as tight as possible, and not just around the vitals, preferably tapering down to the ankles and the more you have that heroin-skinny look, the better.
    The M.O. of the hipster is too mock fashion while being completely reliant on it. White people love appearing deep while doing nothing to prove it. One term that has been applied to the fashion of hipsters is looking "vaguely creative". I love that.
    Often people will point at a member of one of the several other douchey sub-cultures in NYC and mistake them for a hipster. Here's a few that are commonly mislabeled at hipsters:
    Yuppies in their 20s: often mixing casual with fancy and a hint of retro, these people are merely following the mainstream trends and have no connection with the retro ideals of hipsters, as stupid as those ideals are.
    Metrosexuals: often to appear edgy, metros will borrow from hipster fashion to lend some variation to their androgynous look.
    Emo kids: ok this has a definite overlap, but the emo look is a little different, often less rigidly retro, and markedly more casual, as hipsters spend a lot of energy on their look.
    Punks: whether they want to admit it or not, punks' fashion is just as contrived as hipsters'; they both spend a lot of time and energy trying to evoke a specific time and fashion. While I like a lot of old punk music, modern day punks are merely playing dress up as if every day were Halloween.

    So why do so many people expend so much energy to merely look like idiots. Well for the guys I have a theory.
    Ok, seeing that 99 percent of the energy expended by a guy regarding dress is specifically to attract girls, it is obviously a ploy to hook chicks. Most girls seem to want a rather confusing mix of the dangerous and the prosperous, the exciting and adventurous without the annoyance of a guy who doesn't have his shit together. And sorry girls, but a lot of y'all seem to eat up the hipster guy act like pumpkin pie. My theory is this: the hipster look is an outward display of that ideal mix. The fashion is somewhat audacious, so the guy has some balls to wear it in public; it plays up the dangerous rocker look which the girls seem to fall for; but the clothes are often expensive, from places like Diesel or American Apparel, places that specialize in high-end clothes that don't appear high-end, and this shows that the guy has money and must have his shit together; and above all it's in fashion and the girls seem to love dudes who care as much about fashion as they do.

    Ok I finally got my hipster rant onto my blog. Now I'm going to go to the Jerseyband show in the east village, where I'm sure that I'll be confronted with a heaping helping of sassy hipster goodness!

   

Cold Musings - The McGriddle, Classic Cartoons, and Teen Witch

In bed with a cold. In the last month I have been to McDonalds, Starbucks, Dunkin Donuts, and a host of other chains. Each trip is like an archeological expedition. I pretend like it's no big deal, but inside I am thrilled, a little scared, and full of romance. Feigning nonchalance I taste the mediocrity: a greasy McGriddle, a sour grande French Roast, an downgraded version of each at DD. Maybe it's a melancholic recollection of the simplified taste buds of youth, when a piece of bread with honey did what a slice of coconut cake does now; much like a walk by a playground, when you realize you will never derive the same pleasure as you once did from swinging back and forth on hard rubber.
I remember a time back in my undergrad, living in the dorms. I went down to the TV lounge where I found several guys I knew watching old loony tunes cartoons and laughing very loudly. I felt kind of confused, primarily because I did not find the cartoons as funny, but also because the laughter seemed somewhat contrived. It was always on cue, whenever Jerry beat the shit out of Tom or something, and it oddly resembled a laugh track. I initially thought that the showy laughs were used to display their unique appreciation of classic comedy, such as when one considers anything but the Marx Brothers to be substandard. But maybe it was more of a desperate attempt at the easy amusement of youth, when something like a mouse setting a cat on fire really did make you laugh.

Subsequently, I've been listening to the Teen Witch soundtrack. It's somewhat of a milestone for me. Pure nostalgia. I didn't seek it out for humorous reasons, to remix it, or to add to my collection of corny 80s shit. I've had the song Popular Girl in my head for weeks, I have no idea why, so I checked it on Limewire. They had it, and now I'm kneedeep in funky late-80s sub-par pop. Is there anything more therapeutic for a cold?

Matthew Like Music - Hip Hop Edition (Righteous Indignation)

So wow. Caught some of the academy awards last night while at the Berkeley hotel bar before the flight back home. Everyone is talking about the Hustle 'n' Flow song that was performed and eventually won. It really is amazing how unbelievably ignorant so many people are about hip hop. It might be a catchy song, it might be fun to dance to, I don't know. But in no way at all is it a "good" song. The beats are primarily untreated 808 samples, the main sample is ok, but the lyrics are freakin awful! The quality of hip hop lyrics are mainly about two things: the relevance to the topic and the rhymes, and how these two relate. The recent trend is for rappers to focus on the former, completely neglect the latter, and the critics usually eat it all up. While rap songs that have no focused theme but cool rhymes can get boring, I usually prefer them, if only because it takes a measure of skill to write the lyrics. I mean, The Alkaholiks just rap about partying and drinking, but it works so much better! But I digress. Back to the matter at hand: the unbelievable suckiness of the Hustle 'n' Flow song. He manages to rhyme together, in succession: Bitch, Shit, Pimp, Slip; and then later Pimpin with Women. Yeah... And then there's the content. Really very stupid. Ok here's a taste:

Wait I got a snow bunny, and a black girl too
You pay the right price and they'll both do you
That's the way the game goes, gotta keep it strictly pimpin
Gotta have my hustle tight, makin change off these women, yeah

My friend Susie used to sing an anti-drug rap she wrote for the D.A.R.E. program in middle school and it was honestly much better.
And just so y'all don't think I'm some elitist hip hop snob, only listening to underground rap, here's some great thug lyrics by the late Big L for contrast:

I beat kids with lead pipes
I leave a trail of dead mic's
Where I'm from, niggaz jewels get ran like red lights
Old folks get mugged and raided
Crimes are drug related
And we live by the street rules that thugs created
Clowns get smoked about a thousand volts
For selling pounds of coke
Front in this town and get a tech stuck down your throat
I'm tellin you shit is about to get drastic soon
I'm quick to blast a goon
And break a motherfucker like a plastic spoon...

Every line has at least a two-syllable compound rhyme, the rap stays on topic, and craziest of all: It's a FREESTYLE!! Totally improvised.
God, I love good rap. And bad rap is possibly the worst thing ever. And bad rap that is widely celebrated murders my soul!

On the plus side, Jon Stewart was pretty great.

Matthew Like Music - Folk Edition

Here's some recent favorites:
Kate and Anna McGarrigle - I've known about these French-Canadian sisters for a while. I had seen their records often in the folk bins but there are so many terrible folk artists from the 70s that I always just flicked past them. Turns out I was seriously missing out. I eventually heard a recent recording of their song "Talk to Me of Mendecino" sung with Rufus and Martha Wainwright that I was pretty into. Then I found their debut album in a record shop in North Carolina and it sorta kicked my ass. It has the original "Mendecino" on it which is so amazing. And "My Town" really just kills me. And I eventually found out that Kate is the mother of Rufus and Martha. Really great unique folk with tons of interwoven styles: blues, rock, country, french folk songs, ragtime... Get their first album and allow it to destroy you.

Iron and Wine - Best known for their Postal Service cover that's on the Garden State soundtrack, this "band" is really just one guy: Sam Beam. Up until his latest album he sang and recorded all the instruments. His style has been called minimal folk, it's kinda countryish, sometimes a little bluesy, with great lyrics delivered at a near whisper over very hypnotic acoustic guitar playing. What's interesting is that the songs are unique, very memorable and beautiful and he does it without resorting to emotional pandering (a la Jack Johnson, Ben Harper, John Mayer) or self-conscious gimmickry like the Anti-Folk hipsters. It is honestly the kind of shit you can listen to over and over again without getting sick of it. I mean in my Itunes top 25 most played list the song "Cinders and Smoke" is number 8, right after Sufjan Stevens and Blonde Redhead. The crazy thing is that I have favorite songs of course, but I haven't really found an Iron and Wine song that I do not like. So get over how annoying Natalie Portman was in that movie and get yourself some of this shit.

Islaja - Stage name for Merja Kokkonen, Finnish acid-folk singer. Most of her songs consist of her voice, double or triple tracked, singing purposely and casually very out of tune with herself. She often uses various layers of detuned guitar, piano, harmonium, jaw harp, and tons of other random instruments. The result is a blurry, spooky palette of very amelodic sounds. Nothing that you would find yourself humming 5 minutes after you listened to it, but the type of music you put on when you are feeling all mysterious and emotional. Very beautiful music. Put on "Aallot Ja Aanet" when you are in your apartment on a rainy day and it's almost required that you light a cigarette and stare out the foggy window, feeling the angst.

Whittington Apologizing to Cheney and Other Interesting Goings-on

http://www.chron.com/disp/story.mpl/front/3668578.html

Holy crap! I knew Cheney was a powerful man, but this is incredible. Can you imagine having so much clout that you shoot a guy, and he apologizes to you? That's some Darth Vader shit.

And in the small world of Mafoo Mawks: the Alarm Will Sound concert at Carnegie Hall was pretty great. Everyone in the group is so close, there is really cool sense of ensemble when we perform. After days and days of rehearsing for 8 hours or more it finally paid off. And a sweet review from the Times is putting a bit of buoancy in my step:

http://www.nytimes.com/2006/02/18/arts/music/18alar.html?ex=1140930000&en=a66b0217b28d6986&ei=5070&emc=eta1

Also, went to see Sweeney Todd last night with my folks and niece who were in town for the AWS show. This is the new version everyone has been talking about, with Patti LuPone and the singers serving as cast and orchestra. Really incredible. Although it's very different from Sondheim's original idea, it completely works. I can be a critical fuck at times, but this staging feels as if it should have been the original. I was listening to the original version with Angela Lansbury today and she sounds amazing, but sorry, Patti LuPone kicks her down the stairs. The last show I saw that affected me as much was Wocceck at the Royal Opera in London. Coincidentally, they were both extremely dark interpretations. I like my opera/musicals evil! I want to see it again so if anyone is down, let me know.

Love that Zero Tolerance!

6th-grader charged with a felony for joking that a bag of sugar he brought to school for a science class was cocaine. That'll teach him to have a sense of humor!

http://cbs2chicago.com/topstories/local_story_042233323.html