Tuesday, May 29, 2007

Fashion Senseless

Today I was faced with a dilemma. I had written a blog two straight weeks, and felt that I should keep the streak going by writing an article this week. Unfortunately, there was this nagging desire to waste my time by indulging in frequent visits to Wikipedia as well as occasional trips to the trusty Gamecube. Faced with this problem, I decided to take the easy way out and reuse an article I had written for a Shimane (the name of the prefecture that I'm currently living in) wide newsletter edited in part by my lovely girlfriend Leslie. This month the newsletter's theme was fashion. Now, this is maybe the worst topic in the world for me, due to my oft quoted belief that fashion isn't an interesting or worthy topic. In fact, this opinion is so widely known that it created a little bit of a scandal while I was attending university when a professor I knew thought my occasional rantings concerning fashion were directly aimed at her and her field of study. I survived this escapade by pretending to see fashion's place in the sphere of human achievement. Despite this history, Leslie was in a tough spot, and my infinite amount of compassion caused me to write the article below. While by no means brilliant, I feel that adequately fulfills the job of keeping my recent writing routine intact. Unfortunately, some of the attempted humor might be lost on those who have not spent significant time in Japan. To try to alleviate this problem, I would just like to mention one brief cultural difference concerning the state of gender equality in Japan. There really isn't any. As a result, Japanese men are always looking for new and interesting ways to belittle women. They do so by manufacturing innovative methods for looking up girl's skirts, "falling" into them, etc. This fact causes me to believe that a lot of Japanese fashion is the product of men influencing certain designers to produce only the the most provocative articles for the mass market. This fact is one the underlying influences behind entry #2 & #4. So, with that in mind, enjoy the rest of the article!
When I was approached to write an article about fashion, I was astounded at my own good fortune. After all, its not everyday that you are given the opportunity to write about a subject that doesn't interest you. Despite this, the siren call of the number one amateur/ex-pat/non-profit newsletter in Shimane was too strong to resist. I choked down my conscious and committed my soul to further decay by writing about a topic so trivial and unimportant that only the world of celebrity gossip can even venture to challenge it. Therefore, and without further ado, I ordain on the world my article about fashion.
The previous paragraph makes it clear about my opinions about general fashion. Despite this, I don't wish for this article to be a customary polemic on this broad topic. Instead, I hope to highlight the most glaringly unnecessary additions to an already bloated industry. Therefore, I will take a short trip through history and attempt to underscore what I believe to be the top five most unnecessary articles of clothing in Western fashion.
5. Leather Pants- Never in history has something been both so culturally irrelevant as well as practically unnecessary. While leather jackets can justifiably said to look cool due to its obvious connections to counter-culture movements or seditious ideals, its tough to justify the necessity of leather pants. Even today, far from seeing them as a symbol of opposition, the viewing of someone who is wearing leather pants is almost guaranteed to generate feelings of revulsion or at best, laughter. This view is further enforced by the frequently discussed images of David Hasselhoff wearing leather pants while splashing Germans with unique music during the fall of the Berlin Wall. It seems that even during this emotional event, leather pants stood not for radical reform, but instead as a monument toward the uncomfortable effects of chafing.
4. Panty Hoes- I've never understood this article of clothing, mostly due to the fact that I'm never required to wear them. Despite this, I have heard from informed sources that these seem to be one of the most impractical features of a woman's attire. Apart from being purely cosmetic, I do find it humorous that the most popular color is "flesh tone." That, coupled with their ability to "run" within minutes, in effect making them immediately useless causes one to question the whole enterprise. Despite this, I find its name to be the most offensive aspect of this particular piece of attire. Never a fan of the word "panty", I am also faced with the sexist themes presented by the word "hoes." Perhaps, with each pair you purchase, you further buy into the attempted subjugation of your gender. Or maybe you feel that the highlighting of certain parts of your body that men find sexually desirable is the result of your own pursuits. In any event, as a man, your decision to emphasize those aspects won't be met with any opposition from me. After all, its your soul.
3. Vest- This might be one of the dumbest looking articles of clothes in human history. Apart from the fact that it is nothing more than a glorified tank top, the idea that the vest should continue as a necessary part of human attire is beyond my understanding. Devoid of any ability to contain warmth, it remains as nothing more than an afterthought. For example, if someone attempted to sell you a shirt with no sleeves, a strap with a buckle on the back, a v-neck, and fit just above the waist, would you buy it? I should think not. Unfortunately, your desire to suck down the efforts of any half witted fashion designer has caused the vest to come back, now in insulated form. While this reason is weak due to the fact that a majority of you can't get past the brand name that you so gladly grab your ankles for, it does fill me with hope. After all, if you are wearing a vest because you are a conforming sell out, and not because you are an idiot who believes that it is more important to keep the warmest part of your bodies covered, while ignoring the extremities, I can at least sleep at night.
2. Short Skirt-This choice causes a moral dilemma. As a rational being, I can see nothing practical in thigh high skirts. On the other hand, as a sexual being, its quite hard for me to ignore this obvious play towards my sensibilities. You have all seen it, girls desperately trying to discover a way to keep themselves covered while at the same time wearing a skirt that just doesn't contain enough fabric to facilitate it. This coupled with the creepy men who will mill around at the bottom of stair cases or leer from a far, makes these clothing decisions questionable to any girl pursuing any degree of modesty in their lives. Still, the demands of society force women to be objectified, and who are we to oppose the wise minds at "Cosmo" or "Vanity Fair." On the other hand, testosterone is a powerful hormone. So, in conclusion I welcome the short skirt. Its practicality as a clothing option is beyond debate. I mean its shorter, which necessary means that on hot days, it keeps you cooler! That's good! I hope to see everyone who took my advice at the nearest staircase. I'll be waiting at the bottom.
1. Necktie- This one is an obvious inclusion, and to leave it out would have been a crime. Never in history has something be so important to a man's attire while being simultaneously so unnecessary. The necktie remains the the one item that forces men's clothing out from the realm of just 'semi-formal" to the promised land of "formal." Many companies and business require the necktie, while being more relaxed on the color and make of the rest of the outfit. The belief that a simple strip of silk increases the overall appearance of men is questionable, but it seems that society has been rather successful in promoting this opinion. While the stupidity of this idea is debatable, there is a far more sinister force promoting the necktie. I shudder to say it, but for the sake of society I will. The neck tie threat is none other than pop-punk inspired pre-teen girls. Using Avril Lavigne as their un-talented and irritating overlord, they roam the countryside looking for ties to loosely hang over their T-shirt/tank tops. Looking every bit as dumb as they undoubtedly are, these dark ones will only be happy when we have been subjugated to their high pitched immaturity. If we are to survive this onslaught, we must oppose these night walkers by removing the tie from prominence. Only then can we enter a new golden age where people are free to attend business situations or pop-concerts without the silk threat stalking us, threatening to strangle all of our hopes and dreams.

Wednesday, May 23, 2007

My Musical Odessey

Since high school, I have spent a substantial part of my life in the pursuit of new music that can stimulate my senses while not offending my sensibilities. Unfortunately, I am alive during a time in which music is at a creative low point. With the end of grunge,(the last real innovation in main stream music), the industry has descended into fabricated pop acts that put to shame the constructed groups of the 60's and 70's. Talent and drive has been replaced by marketability and conformation, and my disillusionment with this current fare caused me to look back into the annals of music for truly revolutionary songs. Now, I would like to make clear that my music tastes are in no way avant-garde or non-traditional. I remain a committed fan of popular rock music and I have never been one to scour record stores for a band that despite their abilities, has failed to make any inroads towards a wider audience. While I realize this may contradict my earlier statements concerning the state of modern music, I would like to remind my readers that the great musicians of the past were both artistically talented and commercially successful. Of course this thought process opens up a new topic of discussion, namely who is to blame for the state of modern music? The obvious two choices would be either music executives who have thrown away genuine talent for the sake of profit, or consumers who have readily swallowed the filth permeating the airwaves. Unfortunately, this is a question that will have to be answered in a future blog. Instead I would like to focus on quite possibly the best pop album of all time. Therefore, and without further ado, I would like to devote this blog to a little known album entitled "Odessey and Oracle."

The Zombies were never a enormously popular group. The band known for its string of "Top 40" hits like, "She's Not There" and "Tell Her No" had always been considered one of the lesser "British Invasion" bands, when compared to the likes of The Beatles or The Rolling Stones. Despite this, the band kept plugging along, and decided to meet and record their first real album in the summer of 1967(Their previous album had been nothing more than a collection of singles). Utilizing the songwriting skills of Rod Argent (who would go on later to front a 70's rock band aptly named "Argent") and the voice of Colin Bluntstone, the band recorded arguably the strongest pop album in history. With intricate harmonies and enduring melodies, the album was poised to fulfill the niche left vacant by the break down of Brian Wilson's "Smile" project. Unfortunately, the Zombies' lack of financial success forced the band to disband before the album was even released.
The Zombies' breakup forced back the release of "Odessey and Oracle" while executives debated what to do with album featuring a misspelled title (a point that caused the band some embarrassment) as well as a lack of a band to serve as the promotional vehicle. Fortunately, some of the tracks had been heard by American musicians who vouched for its quality. Finally, in April 1968 the album was released to disappointing sales. Despite this, the final song on the album, "Time of the Season," became a huge hit (two years after the album's release), propelling the band back into the "Top 40." Unfortunately, this did not help the lagging sales of the LP, and the album slipped into obscurity.
Despite its lackluster performance, "Odessey and Oracle" has attained a degree of respect and admiration among those in the music industry. Seen as a brilliant symbol of its time, the album has been hailed by music insiders as one of the best pop albums in history, second only to The Beach Boy's "Pet Sounds." Every song is unique,and it is one of the few albums I can listen to without skipping through the tracks. While not as earth shattering as "Pet Sounds" or as introspective and poetic as Love's "Forever Changes," I feel that "Odessey and Oracle" is easily the most accessible to even the most casual of music fans. Songs like "Care of Cell 44," "Friends of Mine," or "This Will Be Our Year" are instantly likable, and tracks like "A Rose For Emily" and "Beechwood Park" will grow on you after a few times through. Of course, there is also "Time of the Season," which may be the best song I've ever heard end an album. The song's immense popularity aside, this track represents not only the completion of The Zombies' album and existence, but it also represents a fitting close to the psychedelic/summer of love era that was summed up so efficiently by the album itself.
Finally, it's hard to put "Odessey and Oracle" above "Pet Sounds," despite my desire to do. Like "Odessey and Oracle", "Pet Sounds" went largely unnoticed at first, and it may have been The Beach Boys wider popularity that allowed Brian Wilson's genius to receive the praise and attention it justly deserved. Unfortunately the very media emphasis that caused "Pet Sounds" to reach wider audiences, may have also caused the album to lose some if its luster, and while still being a brilliant album, it became so familiar that audiences failed to remember its true impact on music history. Fortunately, "Odessey and Oracle" does not suffer from such overexposure. Its relative obscurity has caused it to be a perfect time capsule into the the world of psychedelic rock. Free of any pretensions, the satisfyingly fresh pop music will stimulate the senses, and even "Time of the Season" sounds new and original when heard with the rest of the album playing around it. In conclusion, "Odessey and Oracle" is an album I would recommend to anyone, and perhaps it can even get you through those dark days when modern radio makes you question the relevance of popular music in today's society.

Tuesday, May 15, 2007

Writer's Block

Well, its been three weeks since my last blog, and I have still not been able to find anything in my life worth sharing. The usual monotony of existence in Japan continues to roll on and I regret to admit that I find my growing feelings of malaise to be not at all unwelcome. This truth generates numerous apprehensions concerning the direction of my life and I shudder to think of the possible culmination of these ideas. My recent convictions have engulfed everything I do and even now, I find every sentence that I write while discussing this very topic to be nothing short of torture. It seems that my only current desire is to finish this task soon enough to give me time to stare at the wall or look out the window. Therefore, I feel that it is important for my own mental well to seek outside help. It is with this in mind that I ask anyone who has interesting stories or ideas to email or post them to me. I would appreciate any suggestions for writing topics, and if you have sent me ideas in the past, please send them again. My raging lethargy coupled with my computer's meltdown last month has caused me to lose most of the information regarding certain aspects that I had chosen not to memorize due to their (I thought) permanent place on my hard drive. Finally, I would like to congratulate my friend Jesse and his wife Megan on their nuptials last month. Jesse has shocked all of his friends by choosing a female bride and I wish him all the best. His kindness and patience towards me will not be forgotten, and it was an honor to be with him on such an important day. Despite this, I would like to renew my call in regards to the campaign to discover the truth behind his sexual orientation. Many of his friends (myself included) believe this to be a cover and I will not rest until the truth comes out. I do this not for myself but for the well being of my friend. Well, that's it. I really am bored, and I will be looking forward to any comments or suggestions. Until then, I will be watching Japanese television and dreaming of my move to Russia, which has finally began to reveal itself on my psychological horizon.

P.S. Thanks to John Hummel for supplying the photographs of Jesse's wedding. He was a rock of responsibility compared to my own lackadaisical approach to remembering such an important day.