“It’s You! It’s Me! And It’s Dancing!”

It was a joy today to find out that Los Campesinos! have signed to Arts & Crafts for North American releases. The band’s EP is going to be released state-side in July and that makes July a good month in my book (not to mention Harry Potter, Sonic Youth @ the Greek, Daft Punk in LA!, and a new school year…). If you haven’t heard Los Campesinos! yet, they’ve got a few songs on their site to check out, though if you can track down “You! Me! Dancing!” your life will never be the same – there really has never been as good a song about secretly liking to dance even though you know you’re no good at it. Band’s yet to venture to the U.S., though I believe Lollapalooza will be their debut. Expect the hype machine to kick in full gear in the next few months…

Kudos to Arts & Crafts (home of the brave and mighty Broken Social Scene and all the chaos that must entail).

“… And Your Eyes Will Sing a Song of Deep Hate”

Today three of my intersession students were issued truancy tickets while trying to get to my class. Up until this week, our theater class was being held off campus at the South Central Library and was problem free. It’s interesting that in the two days our class was actually held at school it has been plagued by problems; the school is literally making it impossible for my students to access their intersession elective course.

Apparently, today is part of the city’s crackdown on student truancy. The municipal law states that minors under the age of 18 cannot be outside “loitering” between the hours of 8:30 and 1:30. The problem, apparently, is that our class starts at 10 a.m. I asked one of the officers (trying to issue a ticket to another one of my students!) how my students were expected to get to class. His response was that they either needed to be accompanied by an adult (which is an unrealistic expectation for these students as their parents are working) or to get to school at 8:30 and wait for the class to begin! I shouldn’t really be surprised by this kind of response at this point, but it’s frustrating nonetheless. As it stands, some of my best students will now be missing school next month to go to court to fight a truancy ticket for trying to go to school voluntarily.

This feels like institutionalized, deliberate frustration of student ability to access the educational system. None of my students were surprised by today’s events; they’ve been slowly programmed to understand that there are structural barriers standing in their way to getting the educational experiences that, I’d assume, are easily found in other parts of city.

I also find it quasi-amusing that for the past week I’ve been parking my car in a one hour parking area for literally the whole day. The thing is, everyone at Manual Arts knows that you’re not going to get ticketed for parking your car in these areas; maybe the police are too busy issuing other, more important citations to today’s youth?? And knowing how worked up other communities get about their parking (go over by Doughboys and you’ll see signposts with 6 or 7 different parking signs listing the various parking constraints – and they differ on every block), I’m willing to bet that the parking to truancy ticket ratio is exactly the opposite in most places compared to Manual…

Grandmaster Flash still tells it like it is.

Theme Party Themes and Things to Come

While out sipping down Horny Goats in the Windy City, my colleagues and I came up with a list of theme party themes – this is specifically in response to a certain presenter’s upcoming ’80s theme party.

The list is a follows:

Johnny Depp Films, Sub category: Johnny Party (Johnny Depp, Johnny Walker, Johnny Rockets etc.),Prince Party!, Pee-Wee’s Playhouse, Sitcom Families, Board Game Party, Guess Who Party (the classic board game with a live action simulation!), Clue (ibid), Super Heroes, Gilligan’s Island, TV Island Party, Favorite Drink, Jackson Party (Michael, Janet, Jesse …), Puppet Party, Labadlabad, Dress-as-your-favorite-punctuation (dangling modifiers, et all), sexy fascists, favorite idiom, and perhaps the most conceptual of all… the “theme party theme” theme party. Will such events ever take place? Only time will tell.

I’ve also got a ton of things I need to eventually write about. This is my digital clipboard for these ideas.

I have two ideas that will likely be co-authored at one point or another working titles follow:

“Send in the Clowns”: Teachers at Entertainers

Title: Colon OR Colon: Colon as Convention OR “Witty Title: Serious title”: Colon as Titling Convention

Additionally, the in-flight film I watched yesterday while heading back to L.A. was Freedom Writers. I took detailed notes until I fell asleep about 45 minutes in… rant forthcoming.

There is also a lot of information I plan to reflect on from the AERA conference, though I doubt I’m ready for that quite yet.

This American Discourse

Below is a series of email exchanges between Daye and I over the past week and a half. The focus (initially) is on the second episode of the new television adaptation of This American Life. The exchange is lengthy and meanders (happily) into various strands of irrelevant minutiae (much like a genuine conversation should). As much as this conversation proved fruitful for the two of us, it is also an experiment in form. At the end, Daye proposes a new topic and we will be tweaking with the format of posting our exchanges in the future. Again, I want to thank Daye for her patience and enthusiasm in the first of what should be many blogged exchanges. Onward! [Though the entire exchange is available below, Daye has made a much more reader friendly version available at our new “Versus” universe…]

Dear Daye,

So I was hoping to engage in some discourse centered around the second episode of This American Life on Showtime. I think both of us will have the most to say on the third act of the episode about the photojournalist, but the entire episode is fair game. To keep things organized, I though we could first talk about the show in general, then the structure – specific shots and editing techniques, and finally content and any kind of moral questions that arise from the episode.

I don’t know how familiar you are with the radio program, but I feel like this second episode is as close an approximation of the radio program as we’re likely to see. I feel like the pacing may be an issue if the show continues; with three acts and a five minute or so introduction, we’re not going to get the same depth that an hour long radio program has gotten. Further, it’s interesting to me that the only segment on the show thus far is essentially a visual one is the third act about the photographer. I’m convinced that Ira Glass and co. could have done as good (if not better) versions of the other acts on the radio – most of the video is superfluous. On the other hand, there are some great thematic sequences taking place through the images, now that the show is figuring out how to use them – the montage of feet during the first act as well as the fact that the brief testimonials from kids standing in the field get progressively older and their responses more complex are both striking to me. Do you think such things are secondary when putting together something like this? I’m curious what you were thinking (image-wise) as this show was going on, as a filmmaker.

Until next time,
Andy

Hey Antero.

Great start.

I re-watched the second episode and I do agree with the issue of pacing. The one thing I enjoy about the radio show is how much time is put into each act. This morning I listened to “24 Hours at the Golden Apple” and the show being an hour long gave me enough time to find some characters silly and ridiculous, then do a complete 180 degrees on what they were saying, because I found room to search back in my own experiences in order to empathize.

The visuals are lovely and as my film professor would say, its sketchy; those images that make up a tone and feel, creating a sketch of sorts. The elements involved in all the pieces (save for the honest politician) definitely could have stood on their own and given you some idea of what the stories are about. One of the first scenes that struck me comes from the prologue. The composition of Larry blurred in the background with a photo of Ve-ve in the foreground in focus just says so much. It can be read in so many ways, based on your own experiences with love, death, what have you. Good visuals are meant to evoke such emotions.

I agree with you completely on the open field and the young kids. I even found it steeped with sexuality as well, due partly to the music and the slow motion. There is this definite no man’s land these kids are in, some sort of sexual limbo. A 14 year old kid thinking he has it all figured out, when there are 30 year olds who still can’t explain love, sex and romance, is a great example of protecting yourself from your emerging sexuality. I feel the visuals play on that a lot, almost like flirty with the idea of how their answers will change as they mature; physically and sexually, hence the progression of the ages of the kids. That scene had a definite Virgin
Suicides
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Ira Glass mentions that Josh Seftel collaborated on Act 3. I find that the style is very much the PBS documentary fare. I feel the visuals for Act 2 are better than those in Act 3. The close ups on the kids shoes, as you mention, that struck a cord in me more than the B-roll of the machine in Act 3, any of the footage actually in Act 3, save for the actual photos being spoken about. Of all the stories the third strikes me the most in terms of narrative. The obvious conflict of Halevi’s actions creates a tension that you can feel in your shoulders. The editing and music play an important role when Halevi is speaking about the attempted rescue of the woman and “at the last second something stopped him.” I like their take on the Ken Burns photo pan, as well as letting us see the actual process of creating those shots. There’s something about breaking down that barrier of filmmaking magic and audience that appeals to me.

Now, to the meat of it all. In discussing This American Life coming to television with other filmmakers someone made a very valid point. “When thinking of topics for your documentaries, you have to first ask yourself, is this a story that could only be told visually? Can this story be told and told better on the radio? or by some other medium?” Having said that, I believe the second act plays out better with me imaging the environment and the players involved instead of seeing them. It’s not television worthy. My version of this guy was a tad more smarmy in appearance.

The question of visual worth or not, that’s the thing that will be the make it or break it for This American Life, the television version. Don’t get me wrong I like my visual g-spot hit on a regular basis, but a great narrative with mediocre visuals serves only to annoy and alienate me as the audience.

How’d you feel about Ira Glass sitting behind a desk with the open air mountain scenery?

To the Esteemed Ms. Rogers,

Awesome response, I am floored.

I like your (or at least your professor’s) concept of “sketchy” visuals, though I feel like I need to different with your later point about the b-roll of the machinery in the third act. At least on my cursory views of the episode, the sequence tells a purely symbolic narrative. Notice the machine slowly moving down in the beginning of the act (or is the camera panning up??? Oh snap!). This is accompanied by the eerie drilling/whizzing sound that becomes a signifying motif throughout the act. At the story’s conclusion, when the photographer has been transformed into a new kind of photographer – “I only film happy things” – the camera is seen withdrawing back up into the ether. Can I posit that such a story looks at nothing as grandiose as the fall of man? That this transformation into shamed, haunted, artist is one of redemption, one of finding one’s wings (if such a Hallmark Card/It’s a Wonderful Life metaphor can be accepted here)? To me, this felt like visuals telling a story – and clearly not as blatantly as the children in a previous act swinging swords and “conquering the world” as the boy discusses sex as “pillaging a town or village.” (Note: I realize that my quotes are not correct, but I’m secure in my manliness to misquote easily quotable material.)

Typing the previous paragraph has led me to pose a new question: If we are to look at the final act of the episode as one of transformation – the photographer is not the same at the end of the act, would we consider this to be a positive transformation or a negative one? On the one hand we have this photographer accepting the terrible consequences of his actions and lack therof. However, on the other hand, this is also a man who (to me, based on the images shown) appears now debilitated. Artistically impotent and without risk, where should a photographer like this fit into the discourse of art as a means of social change?

I’m glad you brought up Josh Seftel if only because I am absolutely clueless who he is. Further, I agree that the protagonist of the second act would have been more “smarmy” in a radio adaptation. And to this I come to your last point – I feel like the previous episode was definitely one aided by merely “mediocre visuals.” At least part of this episode is one that could have taken place on the radio with little artistic detriment. And though I suppose I could continue to dwell on the issue, perhaps this is best left to a time-will-tell tabling.

It’s interesting that you bring up Ira sitting at the desk. I feel like this and the colorful icons that appear at the beginning when Ira says “It’s This American Life…” are going to be key elements to the making or breaking of the show. I’d assume that each week, Ira would appear in (or at least green-screened in) a new local each week. This and the title elements are going to either end up the in the hipster-design schmaltziness that plagues folks like Dave Eggers or perhaps lead to a newly respected form of iconic art a la Chris Ware and Chip Kidd. I’m now questioning my comparison of the sequences to graphic designs and should also mention that I indeed enjoy Mr. Eggers’ work (hell, my kids will be reading his book in two weeks!). Maybe this is the problem I’m sensing but unable to phrase; some of the visuals feel iconic or symbolic not necessarily cinematic? Does that make sense? Is that a bad thing?

Until next time,
Andy

Antero.

I do agree with your observations concerning Act 3, yet I still feel the visuals in the school satisfied my visual needs more. And that may be due to my current film project. I am constantly thinking of how to capture compelling images in a classroom and I feel they did a wonderful job at that. I definitely agree that Act3 was shot well,definitely not taking away from the visuals.

Concerning the shame spiral. As I stated Act 3 hit hardest for me in terms of narrative. A fallen man brings us all to this place where we begin to wonder if we too could eventually end up in such an emotional place based on our poor decisions or rather our lack of action when a decision needs to be made.

I do think he’s resigned himself to a safer place. And there is that question of “a positive transformation or a negative one” based on his change. That is hard to say. We bring our own baggage and beliefs to his story and decision. On some days I’d say he’s a better person for realizing his limited ability to make a true change by deciding to take on lighter fare for his photography. Other days, I’d say he’s being weak and needs to face that although he may never again be faced with an actual life or death decision, his work allowed for others being able to make life and death decisions. You can affect change directly, or through your art and your words.

Funny you mention Chip Kidd. I was recently at the ALOUD website and saw he’s going to be speaking in July (I’ve already reserved 4 tickets, so let me know if you’re down). Wow. You’ve ventured into a whole new topic with the “hipster-design schmaltziness.” I am a fan of both Ware and Kidd. I hear your want of cinematic over iconic. But the truth is iconic is iconic regardless of medium. I recently had the pleasure of meeting Albert Maysles, who has created some of the most iconic images in documentary filmmaking. His films are sparse, when it comes to graphical elements to say the least, but the images he’s created are truly iconic, and I would say if the right designer were to attempt to marry graphical elements with Maysles’ visual wonders, it could be profound on another level. If done well graphical elements can fit into the cinematic landscape as a perfect compliment.

I asked what you thought about Glass’ desk placement, because I’m not sure how I feel about it just yet. I’d have to see what they are trying to do there to get a better understanding. At present all I can say about it is, “meh.”

-daye.

Daye,

More than a week after this project began, I am sending my final portion of this back and forth banter over a television episode that will have already been dated by two more episodes by the time our kind reading audience gets to sink their teeth into this. Which brings me to some thoughts before getting to the content of your email. I’m wondering if blogging is the right medium for this kind of discourse and at present am leaning toward affirming its usefulness. Granted, this one episode is likely erased by our readers’ meme by the time they actually read this post. On the other hand, perhaps such a lengthy, participatory discourse lends legitimacy to a fledgling network television show. At least for me, this experience has been one of personal reflection over a half hour show as well as one of “ah-ha!”-discovery from your ever patient explanation of all things film and visual.

Finally back in Los Angeles, I read your blog’s post on Maysles last night and feel like I’ve got to do some more digging into this guy’s filmography. Like Ben, Gimme Shelter is about as far as I can say I can comfortably recognize his work (though arguably, that is one of the most important rock and roll documentaries of all time). As an additional aside, it’s interesting that you juxtapose Herzog and Maysles in your blog entry; I’d recently been thinking about how a scene in Gimme Shelter feels particularly mirrored in Grizzly Man (when Jagger reviews the footage of the stabbing at the concert seems cousin to the sequence of Herzog hearing the death of the reckless bear-lover). You’ve given me plenty to mull over in regards to your discussion of iconic and cinematic and I don’t want to continue to scratch at that topic and prolong this email discussion any further (I’m trying to wrap up my end of things). As for Kidd, however, Rhea and I saw him speak last year at the LA Festival of Books, and it’s great to see he’s every bit as geeky as you’d imagine – and yes, count me in for July.

I’m going to take issue with your wishy-washiness about whether the photographer’s transformation was positive or negative. I’m staunchly standing behind the sense that he’s sacrificed his art for moral value and it’s a decision that’s worsened his art.

Sitting in the airport today, I read through the current issue of the New Yorker and found a review of the Showtime series (along with a pretty great drawing by Adrian Tomine). Though half of the article was an unnecessary critique of the radio program, I mainly took offense with the article’s argument that Ira Glass’ voice is the most detracting aspect of the show – explaining that his babbly, staccato delivery is irritating, I wonder if the writer even has a soul! As much as it takes adjusting to the nasally pitch, I couldn’t imagine a successful TAL episode without the presence of Glass. And because of this (and perhaps in retaliation for my distaste with the New Yorker’s poo-pooing of the show), I’m going to end this by saying I am going to tentatively give the desk in the wilderness idea a stamp of approval. To know that each week, Ira is going to be somewhere out there delivering his stories to the audience is an idea that makes me sleep well at night. And while the show is going to have some tweaking and kinks to work out through the season, I feel like the television medium is one that’s genuinely going to work out.

Daye, thank you again for all of your efforts this far. I’m going to turn this over to you for a final time to wrap up any thoughts you’d like to make before sending this to the publisher!

Andy

Antero.

My wishy-washiness? I don’t think things can be an absolute. As an artist, I can see it both ways and would appreciate if others could at times see it in both ways as well. I do agree that his art has suffered, cause I don’t care about pictures of Sharon Stone and John Edwards. But I wouldn’t want someone who can’t handle their past mistakes being that voice of the voiceless. And no, I don’t think he’s in a better place, but I hate that it’s possible to end up in places we really don’t want to be, but just give in due to fear or shame.

I think this has definitely gone beyond reflection on a 30 minute television show. It’s been good to focus on a TAL episode for the center of my various thoughts, but I definitely found myself thinking about other things when addressing this topic. I’ve been grappling with my current project and this discussion has definitely opened up my mind on that.

Concerning Ira’s voice, LOVE IT. His voice is what pulled me into TAL. He doesn’t have that annoying soft, even toned NPR voice that I’ve grown to hate with the passion and energy of a million suns. I can say I hate the way Ira looks. He has that hipster look that makes me want to throw up on him. You can imagine how much I want to throw up on Ben when I see him, but Ira, he just solidifies that whole generation of North Eastern hipster, and that does distract greatly for me in the television show.

Now, Maysles vs. Herzog. Herzog would say you have to tear it all down, use a gun if need be to force every man, woman and child to understand that they are merely animals. Maysles would say, we don’t celebrate enough of the good in the world. Herzog would say he’s never made a documentary and has no problem staging events in his documentaries (that he would claim aren’t documentaries). Maysles would restrain himself from interacting at all costs, so that he can allow his subjects to reach “sacred territory.” I love both their works, but I love Maysles as a human being; Herzog not so much. I say all this in reply to your comment of Herzog’s cousined sequence of Maysles’ Gimme Shelter. The point is we recycle; consciously and unconsciously. Iconic images scratch at our brain and our hearts. I can’t and won’t say Herzog consciously thought to mirror what Maysles did in Gimmer Shelter, cause I don’t think Herzog would ever admit that someone came before him. But I feel that TAL is a great example of what is possible if we celebrate the good, the ordinary, the extra ordinary, the trite, the everyday life in this country. I would like to see how Maysles and Herzog would approached making a segment for TAL. Maysles would show us a conversation between three three and a half year old kids at breakfast, while Herzog would show us three crack addicts talking about how life and America are eating them alive. Both stories are American, but one is sure to scratch at your mind and soul a tad bit longer. You be the judge of which.

Thanks for starting this project. It’s been fun and definitely got me thinking about things I’ve been putting off. I’d like to throw out a challenge: Children of Men vs. V for Vendetta. You up for it?

-daye.

Things That Interest Me That Do Not Interest You #1

Attended a panel today where one of the presenters from Korea discussed creating a teacher education program with Critical Pedagogy. This guy laid it out like it really is on a global level. It was nice to see a nuanced approach to Freire’s ideas being practiced and discussed in English as a Foreign Language (EFL) context. The presenter showed TESOL (Teaching English to Speakers of Other Languages) as a damaging and hegemonic view of EFL with the marginalized use of the word “other.” And while it was clear what Kiwan Sung meant when discussing Critical Pedagogy, I appreciated his naming of the approach as a way of “mobilizing one’s desires,” especially when pointing out that English is viewed as a global commodity. Sung also busted out the idea of researchers and teachers practicing the “Pedagogy of Indeterminacy,” a term I appreciate and I am still unpacking.

On a related note, at the end of the panel, I asked Sung about hegemonic and governmental resistance to his pedagogy in practice (he’d already addressed other professors and some students’ reticence at embracing a program they felt too idealistic). And while Sung’s response was to the point and what I wanted, I found it interesting that a former presenter who had done something or other on literacy at some small school for her dissertation decided to bring up that it’s hard for first year teachers to openly discuss race and to have these kinds of “real” conversations in a classroom. First of all, “discussions about race” should be happening no matter if you are a Caucasian graduate student or a teacher or a bystander; her answer was uninformed and drew on the kinds of ridiculous assumptions that Critical Pedagogy tries to resist. Further, “discussions about race,” though they may be important and valuable, have nothing to do with Critical Pedagogy. I’ve become more and more wary of these grad students (as well as the professors they inevitably become) who have never spent legitimate time teaching in a classroom or really reflecting on the teaching profession. Not that research for research’s sake is not valued, but where is the real world connection to the work of a preternaturally, misinformed, middle-class, WASP-y, idealist?

On JROTC-ploitation Flicks

So it’s been just shy of a week since I watched a mere ten minutes of Daye’s JROTC footage. And though she’d given me permission to blog about the footage here days ago (Daye’s ago… lol), life has caught up with me and my private blog-o-go-round has been put on a brief hiatus. Finding a bit of time to get some fresh air here in Chicago (very cold air), I thought I’d begin rambling over my thoughts. Though it probably doesn’t need to be said, the thoughts here are sketches of ideas and things I’m trying to flesh out. The nature of blogging – at least for me – is something of mild contention as I figure out what I want to use this space here, but for now I feel it necessary to use this space for proverbial throat clearing and brick laying.

So the actual footage looks absolutely (insert expletives times 1,000) amazing. There’s a shot of students jogging in morning fog that is truly priceless. The footage being spoken of, I feel like Daye (is it OK if I address you directly?), you need to get over the partner adoration thing and take a stronger ownership of this film. I mean that in the most flattering of terms; this is a strong idea with strong visual cues for emotion naturally embedded – make it more than an idea and an individualized statement. I know your partner (with the two contrasting consonants next to each other that only Europeans can get away with) has strong feelings about the film and wants to contrast his notions of schooling and the role of military with what he has seen at Manual. However, yours is an opinion and ideology that is nuanced and – to me – more balanced based on childhood military experience.

Additionally, I feel like you know your editing. If I’m allowed to expand on the fact that you said you feel insecure in editing compared to your peers, I think that too is something that needs to simply be confronted. I don’t know how such a thing occurs, but sooner or later it will happen.

Aside from those issues I’ve mainly got a couple of questions. For one, what is the role of the filmmaker in the film? It seemed like you and your filmmaker are of conflicting minds in regards to the presence of you in the film – I’m thinking specifically of the awesome shot of the instructor speaking to you from a distance with that phantom shadow caught in the frame. Like your distaste for narration, I understand that perhaps your physical absence in the film can be viewed analytically. However, as far as creating a compelling, informed narrative, I wonder how much is being sacrificed by your absence.

Another question I have is about the issue of creating a fair and balanced film. It’s funny that my initial concern was about how the film could be overly negative in its view of JROTC. Now, however, after looking at the footage, I continue to be impressed with what JROTC is doing. I realize this is a conversation we’ve had before, and one that we’ve both shared with others, but it still is going to be the most immediate issue brought up as far as the direction of the film. Not that this needs to be a treatise in either direction, but I’d hope this is a film that could inform both sides of the coin; you have positive aspects of JROTC covered, I know you wanted to capture students being critical of the program, but is that going to be the most effective way of conveying a critique of the film?

I feel like I haven’t covered all of the questions I’ve had built up, but I should have written this up as soon as I left your apartment. Perhaps as I stay informed about the film’s state I’ll be allowed to continue reflecting on your film craft. Again, if any of these comments are invasive to you, please let me know and they will be properly edited.

Koalas and Other Goodness Seen This Morning

I’ve awoken to an overcast Saturday and greeted on the WFMU blog with a lovely clip of one Kid Koala doing his koala thing. Invariably when I get engaged in a conversation of turntablism (which, granted, isn’t the standard bill of discussion with most people but it happens once in awhile), Kid Koala is usually the guy I bring up. More so than Q-Bert, or any of the other Picklz, or the Beat Junkies, or cats from the DJ Shadow school is cinematic perversion, Koala is “adding to the discourse” as one of my educational colleagues would refer to it. However, he’s also a really engaging performer, without resorting to physical flamboyance in his shows. He’s played bingo with his audience, presented goofy slideshows of comic books he has written, and last I heard his latest tour was a puppet show?? And while his newest album isn’t the greatest, here are a couple of vids that just made my day:

Koala playing Moon River. I’ve come to the understanding that you cannot improve on the film version of this song. It really is as good as one song can be. The history behind it is also fascinating to me. That being said, Koala’s take on the song is the most tastefully performed, emotional performances I’ve heard.

Music video for Koala’s Basin Street Blues. Fantastic song. Art reminds me of Jay Ryan.

Elsewhere on the net, one gossipy insider predicts that the big song cometh: Common featuring Lily Allen. I’m sold.

And Mario Vargas Llosa has a new book out? But it’s only available in the U.K.? Dios Mio!

Anyone else underwhelmed by this year’s panel list for the FOB?

“Nothing Is the Only Thing You Ever Seem to Have”

I’ve just gotten back from seeing Man Man perform in San Diego. I don’t remember another time I came out of a concert literally speechless. Though it probably doesn’t need to be said, if Man Man has a tour date even remotely close, this is a band that needs to be experienced. The problem is, as Rhea pointed out when I gushed about the show, I’ve made numerous best-show-ever-aphorisms numerous times. Clearly, how can anyone believe me if I lazily resort to that kind of hyperbole for every third concert I go to these days (though, in my defense, I am more than a bit more selective when it comes to which shows I’m willing to pay for these days; the three concert a week schedule my roommate and I somehow maintained for close to two years probably did a good job of desensitization)? I’m going to try and break down how this show was different – if such a tame word can even apply to the Man Man experience. Radiohead, the Walkmen, Animal Collective, and even wee Jon B. are all artists I’ve seen numerous times (six or more each) and have been fully invigorated each time – though Jon, admittedly has had his fair share of off nights. Man Man is frighteningly energetic in a way that is not at all going to given proper justice anywhere on this blog. Five musicians more talented than they have any right to be display true “group psychosis” as my friend’s roommate commented, on stage at every moment of their breakneck set. From hardcore to New Orleans jazz to doo-wop to pirate shanties, Man Man tackles everything at any given moment. Wait, I don’t know if that’s clear; Man Man plays all of said genres in a song all the time.

To put it another way, it was understandable when my friend explained that there was “no way” that his girlfriend would ever come to a Man Man show. The sheer amount of testosterone-driven terror and carnivalesque debauchery in the yelling, screaming, and lounge crooning that took place just ain’t a dignified, suitable place for yer ol’ lady. It was understandable that the guy standing next to me was caught in a frenetic, robotic dance for the entire show. It was understandable when the saxophone playing William Vollmann look-alike felt the compulsive need to hit himself in the head with a free cymbal (I immediately thought of this guy at approximately 3:40 in the video). It was understandable when said Vollmann look-alike felt it necessary to repeatedly karate chop himself in the neck as a means of attaining a certain vocal effect. The drummer and main singer (named Honus Honus) leaping in the air at the same time? Understandable. The percussionist violently striking his xylophone with a string of bells? Understandable. Band members needing to scream hysterically at random moments in the show? So completely understandable. That the Epicentre in San Diego felt like it was at half its capacity for the evening’s performance? Inexplicable.

I realize this rambling post has done nothing in capturing the band’s performance, so go forth and see when you can. If that isn’t feasible, both of their albums are swell, with last year’s Six Demon Bag being utterly divine. It also looks like Man Man’s working on their next album, though I don’t know if I’m ready to be prescribed another dose of meaty insanity quite yet.
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Er… in unrelated news I need to eventually speak up on the awesomeness that is the second episod of the This American Life television series. I also want to extrapolate and talk myself through my thoughts on Daye’s bogglingly great documentary footage, but should probably make sure it’s ok with her first. Daye?