A reader wrote yesterday:
What about the National?
Yes, what about them?
"I liked them better when they were called Crash Test Dummies."
or
"Every generation gets the Counting Crows it deserves."
or
"Oh, the sincerity!"
Actually, I was in Bonnett's Used Books the other day and "Bloodbuzz, Ohio" came on the local rock outlet and it did sound just fine. The two owner-type dudes were all:
Dude 1:"That's a heck of a way to get to Ohio..."
Dude 2: [groggily] "Huh?"
1: "He sang that he came to Ohio on a swarm of bees..."
2: [chuckles, shrugs in a 'these kids and their crazy lyrics today!' way]
See, I can't get with the National because they appeal vastly (from my reading of it) to the same David Fricke-like dickholes who also just LOVE Wilco (and I mean the Wilco enthusiast who doesn't think Summerteeth is their only actually good record) or shit like the Hold Steady, because when these white wine/boutique beer drinkers hear the faux-Springsteen strains and wax rhapsodic, it is with that self-congratulatory "see? Good music is coming back!" air that 60's assholes get about any "blooz" prodigy who reminds them of the good old days of John Mayall. So it's something that NPR listeners can get behind and feel hep.
Maybe I spend too much time thinking about this.
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Thank you.
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