A Cheap Rehash

So thumbing through the new issue of Urb, I was stoked to see my editor, Joshua Glazer, mention a reading at Family Bookstore that went down in March. It reminded me of an interview I did for a now defunct Website five years ago. Not my best work, but I’m always a fan of what Ian says. For the sake of posterity, I’m reposting the original interview I did. Enjoy… or not.

A Constitutional Crime with Ian Svenonius

By Antero Garcia

Ian Svenonius, lead singer of Weird War, is perched on a folding chair in the hidden innards of the Henry Fonda Theater. As sedate as he appears, in an hour he will be belting out piercing gospel-tinged screams and falling to his knees a la James Brown during his band’s performance. Ian has an iconoclastic voice that he uses as a tool for preaching revolutionary politics in such bands as Nation of Ulysses, the Make-Up, and now Weird War (formerly the Scene Creamers).

With their recently released sophomore album, If You Can’t Beat ‘Em Bite ‘Em on Drag City, Weird War have confronted listeners with near-childish sounding melodies. The chanting lyrics, fuzzed-out guitars and ploddingly simple drum and bass rhythms also contain some of the most politically confrontational songs released today. Though his lyrics are deceivingly simplistic, they are rife with political meaning and Svenonius is quick to point this out in his signature highbrow vocabulary.

Antero Garcia: How’s the tour been treating you?

Ian Svenonius: It’s the second to last show for us before heading back to d.c., going well.

AG: What are those buttons you’re wearing?

IS: This is a Walkmen button and this is the republic of Vietnam

AG: Kind of along those lines, you were pretty sincere about the Mao quotes used in the album?

IS: It’s not really Mao. It’s an idea that has been appropriated by him. It’s really revolutionary politics, meaning that despite insurmountable funds, you have to focus – even if you’re feeling like a struggle is futile. If you focus on destroying the enemy like eating a meal: one bite at a time, then it can be achieved -the piece meal solution. Mao equates killing the enemy with eating a meal. You can never conceive of eating a meal in one bite. It’s a support of revolutionary struggle.

AG: Would you consider Weird War “punk?”

IS: I don’t want to use the word punk because I feel it’s so overused. I feel like people don’t let anything die. If you were to look at these things, it sounds like ska and punk and it all coexists. We need new terms. It’s aggressive rock and roll for sure.

Michelle Mae [Bassist, from the band’s dressing room]: It’s not punk! It’s nuclear diarrhea.

IS: Yeah, exactly. Punk is an interesting term, like what does it mean? I just wrote an essay on punk and rock and roll music appropriating gay culture, but in the ’60s people called that sound garage rock. Punk has become like Christianity where people don’t know exactly what it defines.

AG: Weird War have done a lot of label jumping, one of the first things I heard from Weird War was the contribution to the concept album Colonel Pumpernickel on Off Records.

IS: That was one of the first recordings as Weird War, and Make-Up was still together. We’re not a group in the strict sense of other rock and roll bands, it’s an umbrella organization. For instance were touring with the drummer from Dirtbombs right now, Ben Blackwell.

AG: Does that also go along with the band changing names? You were called the Scene Creamers when you came through LA last fall and now you’re back to Weird War.

IS: We were always Weird War and then we started working with new people and changed to the Scene Creamers and then in a legal dispute we lost that name and went back to Weird War. Someone else had coined it it was a long and boring story. We like the name weird war.

AG: I’ve got to ask about the rumor that Rick Rubin originally approached you to front the ex-Rage Against the Machine band.

IS: That’s a rumor… a conversation Rick and I had… in the newspaper it sounds like a big thing but it wasn’t.

AG: Your songs break away from the typical “verse-chorus verse” formula. TO an extent they feel like simple riffs and chord vamps.

IS: They’re kind of based on grooves, but they’re all written. They’re not just vamps. Like “Store Bought Pot,” we were trying to make a linear song. It’s loosely inspired by Funkadelic’s “Free Your Mind and Your Ass Will Follow.” It’s different, but the drumbeat’s inspired by Donnie Hathaway. That’s how our songs are. They’re a pastiche of things that inspire us. The lyrics have to do with Babylon.

AG: So there is a definite hip-hop influence to the music?

IS: Influenced by that and the presentation of hip-hop albums, as they’re kind of a drama that’s played out over the course of a record. That’s something that has been lost in rock and roll albums. Instead of just a collection of songs, hip-hop records are a cycle, like an opera. We wanted to do something like that.

AG: How does that work in If You Can’t Beat ‘Em Bite ‘Em?

IS: We end with “One by One,” and begin with “Music for Masturbation.” We begin with this bizarre fascism that’s based on sexual anxiety. “Music for Masturbation” is also a thing where music has become a religion with no believers. Without any interaction. And it ends with this inspirational hymn of religion. It’s not done in a gospel manner, but in it’s lyrics.

AG: Would it be fair to say that “AK-47” is the emotional climax for the album?

IS: That’s the centerpiece of the album. Right now with rock and roll, music is without content. The problem is right now there s a lot of revisionism in rock and roll when in actuality culture is the greatest weapon, it’s the most potent weapon. The CIA has a station in Hollywood where they screen all of the scripts coming out. The US army subsidizes films that say what they want. The Sum of All Fears was subsidized by the army to the tune of millions and millions of dollars. It’s censorship on a level that hasn’t been seen since World War II. You know that movie with Matt Damon with memory loss….

AG: The Bourne Identity?

IS: Yeah, that wasn’t subsidized because they thought it was anti military. That’s a great big movie. So the idea that rock and roll is intrinsically apolitical or shouldn’t have any meaning is just a lie. Lyndon La Rouche even talks about the paradigm shift that occurred when the Beatles appeared on the Ed Sullivan show. Everybody talks about the effect of Elvis Presley. The idea that is institutionalized in rock and roll now is really cheating everybody to say that you’re involved in it. If you’re involved in it with no meaning that’s bogus. So “AK-47” addresses the technology gap. Every weapon that we have has been cataloged by the UN, which is essentially a US foreign policy front. We invade a country with overwhelming military superiority, and we see this and say, ‘Well, is a Vietnam kind of situation even possible now? Guerilla struggle still possible?’ I think there’s some imbalance in the technology.

AG: Do you think it’s possible?

IS: Well that’s what the song questions. We have technology that is overwhelmingly superior for killing people. The military industrial complex is a huge moneymaker, war makes a lot of money. “AK-47” is like people against technology. The FLSN, FARC, SWAPO, NPLA, etc. all these organizations rely on incredibly simple machines like the AK-47 to succeed. And that’s still happening. It’s a song of affirmation.

AG: You’re talking about Weird War countering the apathy so prevelant in rock music, but at the same time you’re opening for a band who’s current single, “The Rat” is about introversion and being completely apathetic.

IS: Right, and I love the Walkmen. I think political songs are usually a drag. But the revisionism happening now is a band that only writes nothing and is mining either soul or funk. There are only so many things you can relive – it’s all nostalgia, it’s an art show essentially. The Walkmen are nothing like that, they’re making weird music that sounds nothing like what’s been done.

AG: I’d say the same thing about Weird War.

IS: We’re a culmination of so many things. Influences are unavoidable, they’re great but when I say horrible I’m talking about groups that are like, ‘We’re cloning New Order!’ They’re not bringing anything. They’re cheating us in a way. To me we’re supposed to be forward thrusting, but college football players have been having ’80s night for the past five years. If you’re an ’80s band you’re following the tastes of a fraternity. It’s pathetic.

AG: You’ve talked about how audiences today are more diverse, you get the casual fan who may not know much about Weird War, compared to the ’80s and early ’90s underground scene where a room would be filled with die hard fans.

IS: It’s because the underground has been kind of demolished. The independent network separate from the mainstream is gone. The lines have all been blurred. One of the positive outcomes of that is there won’t be as much insularity, self-navel gazing any more – examining yourself. High art is very insurant; it refers to itself which is why people are alienated by it, except for a cabal of art people. There’s no popular high art. It’s so self-referential and only refers to its own self-aesthetic. You don’t want underground rock and roll to be like that because it’s such an important historical cultural tool.

Next Big Things…

Catching Up! Here are some random updates:

Spent the weekend sneaking into the SOLD OUT San Diego Comic Con. Seriously, how can a convention sell out? Well, get the entire cast of Heroes, a bunch of Battlestar Galactica fans, and dozens of people dressed as god knows what and you’ve got packed to the limits. It can be said that I’ve officially crossed over: I’m now into full-on superhero comic books. It’s taken a while. I’ve tepidly waddled through high brow Chris Ware and Persepolis and (most recently) Fun Home. I’ve moved to the “literary” (AKA Alan Moore written) graphic novels: your Watchmen and V and From Hell and Invisibles. I’ve then ventured into the non-superhero works of mainstream presses (AKA the Brian K. Vaughn thing) with titles like: Y the Last Man, DMZ, Ex Machina, Runaways, and Crossing Midnight. I’m now following a few authors I’m interested in and joining legions reading books like Ultimate X-Men (Vaughn again), New X-Men (Grant Morrison), and Dr. Strange (Vaughn Again), and Superman (Morrison Again). These are author specific at the moment but I feel like this is the gateway drug. Now all I need is to speak with a retainer in my mouth, get some glasses with masking tape, and work on getting worse acne…

Not exactly new, but I was wowed this year by Mimobots (think collectible japanese toys that are actually USB memory sticks). I was suckered into buying one this year – most specifically a 2GB version of this little fella.

Took my mother to see Avenue Q. I got some great tickets the day of the show and figured a little bit of puppet sex is what brings the family together.

Rhea and I went to the premier of the Bourne Ultimatum last week. Yes, it was pretty awesome.

I am restraining from talking about Potter. I’ll say I’m left feeling satisfied and think I “get” the epilogue.

NEW BAND ALERT: As far as being a cutting edge music snob, I think I’m behind the curve by anywhere from 6 to 2 weeks, depending on if you ask someone from Pitchfork or the Village Voice, but I just started listening to Vampire Weekend. I have what looks like a full length album I’ve been listening to, but based on their site it may just be a compilation I was sent. In any case take two bands I am obsessed with: The Walkmen and the Hallelujah Chicken Run Band and you’ve got a close approximation of Vampire Weekend. I think there will be a lot more emphasis on the indie-rock band using african rhythm in the coming reviews of the band. Eventually it will be turned into this whole “white appropriation of black music” thing just like this always does. For now it’s catchy and hittin’ the spot.

Hot Fuzz on DVD today, new Common out (though not as excited as I’ve been before), looks like I’ve got a couple mainstream purchases to make.

I’ll eventually get to posting something more spectacular. For now, stay rest assured that I’m busy working on a conference proposal, a graffiti curriculum, and a field trip for 700+ students.
“There’s glass between us!”

Clip Keeping #13ish

Yes, I realize I’ve been a bit behind on this. Aside from the usual LA Record things here and there, I’ve started writing for LA.com. Currently have a preview of the Sgt. Pepper’s 40th anniversary show at the bowl. I also have a review of the Sonic Youth show on the Urb blog if you dig around … yes, this is the show I decided to go to instead of seeing Femi with Ms. Rogers.

Couple other (aka more interesting) clips to come.

P.S.: I previewed a reading for a new book called Skinema  for the LA Record a couple of weeks ago. The book is every bit as sleezy, tasteless, and terrible as I imagined. I cannot put it down. The only thing better would have been if it were called Harry Potter and the awesome book Skinema.

It was the best of skanks it was the worst of skanks…

So I’ve gotten caught up in watching TV lately. Not just any TV, mind you, but the TV that I suspect many of my students have seen. That TV of the omnipresent and ominous “M”. And what things do I see on said MTV? Well… that’s just the problem. There’s this polarizing interest I’ve noticed on the channel.

On one hand, you’ve got your “My Super Sweet Sixteen,” which is the most fascinating and repulsive show I’ve ever willingly subjected myself to (and yes, I’m eventually planning on seeing the movie adaptation as well). The beyond spoiled brats that will one day employ my students as service level workers cry their eyes out because their luxury SUV was ordered in the wrong custom color (“This Be The Verse,” anyone?). Last Sunday I got caught up watching a marathon of this show – MTV counted down to the most expensive parties thrown on the show. Parties two through five all reached well above the $300,000.00 range. And party #1, taking place in Jay-Z’s New York Club, featuring Kanye West, and with MP3 players acting as official invitations (there’s a quick $24,000 gone) was more than a million dollars. I honestly cannot stop watching this show. I honestly hate every moment of it that I watch. It’s like stopping on the road next to a car wreck…except that the car wreck is someone’s disaster of a childhood and it went on for three hours on Sunday.

On the other hand you’ve got “Engaged and Underage” a show that takes two love struck young ‘uns and watches them fight and make up and nuzzle and eventually tie the knot together. However, no longer are you seeing the Escalades or the Jaguars or the Bentzs or the Porsches. You’ve got teenage moms and high school dropouts and uncomfortable confrontations between future in-laws. Sure, it’s just as trashy as “Super Sweet Sixteen,” but this is an embrace of a different class of individuals.

“Sweet Sixteen” flaunts the excessively rich exploits of America’s wealthiest brats while “Enagaged” is the ol’ working class’ ridiculous flirting with an outdated convention (more on my animosity toward marriage in the future, I’m sure). Neither of these shows does anything great for the classes they speak of nor do they offer any values that I’d hope for my students to endorse. If anything these shows highlight the universal nature of smuttiness and prima donna behavior (and based on these shows, it’s not gender specific). I’m sure I’ll keep watching (believe me, I don’t want to either…), but I’m fascinated by this unifying and splitting dichotomy conundrum that is being inundated on our teens.

Clip Keeping #10, 11, & 12

Yes, yes, I’ve been a bit out of the loop for a bit – chalk one up to the chaos of teaching. I’ll get to all of that in a minute, but for now here’s some clip stuff to remind myself to go back and track these down. So there’s been a steady stream of previews and reviews for the LA Record (with short blurbs for the lazy):

Previews:
Neil Hamburger (“Let’s get this party started!”)
Battles (“crazy delicious”)
Sunn0))), Earth, and Wolves in the Throne Room (DOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM)
Crispin Glover Screening (W.E.I.R.D.O.)

Reviews:
Arthur Benefit Show (God bless Arthur, Entrance=Awesome)
Prince at the Roosevelt Hotel (Holy mother of God! Prince… This CLOSE!)

There was also a review of two for Urb, and another review for The District Weekly (that new Loudon Wainwright III album).

I think I’ve got a couple of things coming out in some other places soon too, but we’ll see as those come about.

Pantoum’s for the letdown

No, precious reader, you are not forgotten. As my seniors are preparing for graduation and my juniors are turning the corner as the new school year approacheth, everything seems to be caving in on the school front. June’s just a ridiculous month with ridiculous deadlines and ridiculously little time to post on a ridiculously nondescript blog.

I have however been reading and playing around with a lot more poetry than previous months this past year. The most recent Dean Young collection is flooring me and I’m ever so slowly going through Mr. Berryman’s Dream Songs. I read a couple everyday – though I feel hopelessly lost sometimes I anticipate actually finishing this book. This has lead me to an interesting thought about poetry, poets, and how we go about picking our “favorites.” In my more impressionable undergrad years, it wouldn’t take much for me to jump on board various (overly canonized) authors – one poem that struck the right chord was often enough to do it. I can think specifically of one Bob Kaufman, one T. S. Eliot, and one Elizabeth Bishop. And while I still admire all of the aforementioned poets today, there’s only one that’d still be relegated to “favorite,” these days (not so fast, Eliot!).

Perhaps not being as focused on academic minutiae and not bogged down with as much journalistic riff raff as I’ve been the past few years, I’ve been playing around with form a bit more. I’ve been on a pantoum kick of late. The structure is playful (google it yourself!). I’m not particularly proud of these poems – the content is like what? and the meter is a bit off (I’ve been shooting for nice, clean octameter). Yes, I am fully aware of the weak slant rhyme in the second poem- just leave it, will ya? However, maybe this will be a place to occasionally put up new work for the hell o’ it? Eh.

Pantoum 1
We dip in time like rocket ships
Uninhibited in zero gravity
Energy pulsing fingertips
Awaiting the new news delivery

Uninhibited in zero gravity
We now link limbs in synchronicity
Awaiting the new news delivery
Rubbing shins under one’s humidity

We now link limbs in synchronicity
Nudged shoulders, jostled arms, lost grip
Rubbing shins under one’s humidity
Stumble off course find a new trip

Nudged shoulders, jostled arms, lost grip
Energy pulsing fingertips
Stumble off course find a new trip
We dip in time like rocket ships.

Pantoum for five books
The jazz we sing is savory
Unclothed unseen in your Iran
Ras and yams electricity
Shut eyes dried nose lost in Sudan

Unclothed unseen in your Iran
We dance in journals fraught with fear
Shut eyes dried nose lost in Sudan
Trujillo’s reign for us to smear

We dance in journals fraught with fear
Quixote in his windmill dreams
Trujillo’s reign for us to smear
Uncouth in mouth and all too free

Quixote in his windmill dreams
Ras and yams electricity
Uncouth in mouth and all too free
The jazz we sing is savory