Archive for January, 2009

The New Springsteen Album: Track by Track

January 31, 2009

Critical opinion on the new Springsteen seems mixed, and many tracks are simply baffling reviewers. So Grundrisse is gonna sort it out for us, track by track. We start with track 1, “Outlaw Pete,” which Variety named the weakest album opener of Springsteen’s career. I don’t know Human Touch or Lucky Town very well, so I can’t be unequivocal on this, but “Outlaw Pete” definitely sucks, and it’s definitely a weird song to put at the beginning of an album. Last night, my friend Jason informed me that the song may have been inspired by a bedtime story that Springsteen’s mother used to tell him before he went to bed. Every night she would make up a new episode. If this is true, it makes the song somewhat more intelligible and at least aesthetically interesting. Translating his mother’s tongue into pop song seems of a piece with Springsteen’s recent collaborations and encomia to Pete Seeger, and intersects with his traditional thematic interests in memory and authenticity, but that doesn’t mean that I won’t be skipping the song when I play this disc.

It also bears a pathetic resemblance to Kiss’s “I Was Made for Lovin’ You.” Weird.

Bacon

January 28, 2009

I know that everyone loves bacon. Always have, always will. But it also seems to me like there’s something of a bacon craze going on these days. The other day I mentioned bacon in my facebook status, and immediately got an enthusiastic response. That guy Hosea on Top Chef is always wearing bacon shirts. I know of at least one friend with a bacon-themed blog. And then there was this in today’s New York Times. I’ve also seen it circulating on facebook.

Culturalist that I am, I can’t read this bacon craze as some innocent taste phenomenon. Taste is never innocent or simple, and bacon as a food connotes far more than simple good taste. Yet  I also don’t want to read the hip embrace of bacon as simple bourgeois posturing about a food that connotes lower class foodways and bad health. Instead, for me, the recent bacon craze is sympomatic of hipster/yuppie bad conscience about the new American exceptionalism. Yes we did. But do we deserve it? Well, if not, we can kill ourselves slowly with bacon. Does anyone have a cigarette?