When Alone was Charming

What’s your favorite aspect of the 1990’s? Colin Cowherd of Fox Sports and The Volume posed this question to author Chuck Klosterman.

The two were discussing Klosterman’s latest book The Nineties and its ideas about media coverage of Michael Jordan’s stint in Minor League Baseball, Sosa and McGwire’s home run race, and eventually OJ Simpson.

The murder trial, nearly thirty years ago, took the American news media to the apex of the most sensationalist and titillating reporting. A full departure from the days of Walter Cronkite and Ben Bradlee.

Even more frightening, the trial coverage predated the emergence of social media.

In the nineties there were far less avenues to share your opinion and ideas with the world. You had to be ravenous for the spotlight and attention of television or writing.

Social media offers anyone the opportunity to share their face, voice, and words on their local taco shop, Johnny Depp and Amber Heard, or SCOTUS overturning Roe V. Wade.

Most everyone, including yours truly, regularly takes up the mantle to yarl from the mountain top. Do we all participate simply because the means conveniently exist? Or has groupthink and herd unanimity homogenized?

Klosterman’s book and his answer to my and Cowherd’s questions concludes the nineties was the last decade before prominent social pressure to be involved with society.

It was understood to have your thoughts and keep them to yourself.

Chuck Klosterman

If you wanted to engage in public discourse obviously you could, but you didn’t have to. There was no expectation. To be completely alone and isolated with your own thoughts was fine.

It would have been odd to even ask a celebrity like Tom Hanks about the Anita Hill allegations in 1991 yet today Hanks would likely offer cogent thoughts about the public hearing.

An anonymous person, not just celebrities, likely have canned responses and reflexes prepared to avert public scrutiny and shaming. Everyone carefully minds their public avatar. Their brand.

Yes, again, yours truly as well. Just follow just check my instagram story. I pay to keep this blog alive despite reawakening my scribbling.

However, I find myself more content with my thoughts on my own terms rather than persuade, in essence control, the public narrative.

I wish I could just delete my Instagram but I have an abundance of excuse trap cards ready to counter any move. No cop-out I make physically prevents me from deleting the account. I delete the app from my phone periodically, but I just check my account on my laptop or redownload the app again.

Call it social engineering or my desire to share my views. I’m an addict but a self-aware addict establishing my own terms.

Always an opinionated boy, I grew up during the infancy of social media. 2006 was a far more innocent time puddling around on Gaia Online than reading Twitter comments today.

Gaia was a charming first place for me to discover digital connection. Sharing your thoughts back then online was still new, inspiring, and truly liberating, but those days are long gone.

Social pressure to be active in society exists, specifically on the internet. At the same time there’s a brudan of anxiety, humiliation, and sometimes even harm for participating.

CAUTION: ENTER AT YOUR OWN RISK (but you kinda have to)

The nineties was the last time one could be alone with their thoughts and not even imagine there were any consequences for it.

Photo by Pauline Loroy

Happier a Year Later

The Rewatchables podcast has a great theory about the Oscars. Let’s evaluate and reward movies five years after their release. Why? To avoid a scenario where The Artist wins best picture over The Help or Moneyball or The King’s Speech wins over The Social Network or Inception.

When was the last time you had a meaningful conversation about The Artist or The King’s Speech? Exactly.

Let time percolate scenes, performances, lyrics, and guitar tones in your gut and mind. Remember how you felt in the moment, and how you experience the movie or album now. As much as I love movies, especially rewatchable movies, music means more to me than any form of entertainment. Mindfulness matters more than ever as my opinions and taste in music evolve and even change.

Look back a year later, maybe two, at least when thinking about how you truly feel about an album. Especially when you didn’t love an album at first blush.

Perfect example of this exercise is Volumes’ Happier? Recently got the chorus rhythm and guitar tone from “See You Again” stuck in my head. The sliding elastic breakdown midway through is do die for like rare ribeye.

Naturally I started playing through a few more tracks and eventually revisiting the entire album front to back. Towards the end of “Man On Fire” I realized Volumes had done some of their finer work stringing six solid tracks together, but I certainly did not think this initially. 

Some context is imperative to understand Happier? prior to its release. Volumes went through their most turbulent line-up change yet firing vocalist Gus Farias and bringing back Michael Barr. Shortly thereafter guitarist Diego Farias left the band and tragically died in February of 2020.

Farias’ departure and death significantly affected the fans, the band, and its future. His role in the band as guitarist and producer built Volumes’ musical foundation with low-tuned djent guitar driving song direction. Farias and his heavy tones and playing engineered how listeners perceive Volumes.

With Farias gone fans like myself assumed Volumes were incapable of recreating the same propulsive djent riffs found on “Feels Good” and “Vahle”. I found myself more and more dismissive of Happier? with each single released. With “Bend” in particular I wrote to my friends on our Discord about my dissatisfaction.

“They’re going more pop metal. Diego Farias’ death also meant they can’t do the guitar stuff they used to do anymore. They haven’t been able to replace that at all. Sucks.” 

Perhaps “Bend” doesn’t go as hard as “Across the Bed” but it’s accumulated nearly 2.5 million streams in less than a year versus 3.1 million accrued over six years. It resonated with a fans. So much so they recently released a Bend(ed) single with live and stripped down versions. 

Rather than perfunctory replication of Farias’ genius Volumes opted for a natural adjustment. They leveraged what they already had in two outstanding frontmen and bass player Raad Soudani emerging as the driving musical force in Volumes. Happier? utilized more clean vocal choruses and slowed guitar riffs down (naturally) without compromising the weight of their sound.

Take the album titled track above as an example. Yes there’s still lots of scrappy screaming yet they never overwhelm the senses. Instruments compliment the vocals with openness and a steady pace with no concessions in heaviness. The chorus injects all the sugary catchiness of a top 40 pop rock song, but without giving up what fans perceive a Volumes song should do.

“Get Enough” and “Lets Me Down” attack the same objective with minute variance, but mostly to the same effect. “FBX” and “Malevolent” serve fans who’ve been with Volumes since Via and maybe even The Concept of Dreaming. “Man On Fire” offers the best of both past iterations and the current form of Volumes. Aggressive from the onset and stays aggro throughout. The last breakdown hurls another box of grenades onto an already raging inferno.

If I can put my producer hat on simply cut down the record to the tracks I mentioned, eight total, in this blog and you’ll have 30 minutes of A+ poppy djent.

Considering all the turmoil and loss of Diego Farias this version of Volumes seized an opportunity to reshape their perception and produce compelling heavy music. They just need to continue doing this in the studio and hopefully on the road so I can catch them in their element.

Don’t Know What I’m Looking For

It’s Memorial Day and I have no plans. I imagine everyone I know has plans to meet up with friends and family, or go outside to socialize in someway. Not this guy (at least not right now). I’ve got nothing planned and hate it every time I’m planless. I knew a week ago I had nothing planned but I always manage to appease my lack of plans and procrastination. Even though I have the time today to do anything I have no clue. I fear wasting time yet I waste it. I fear misusing time yet I waste it. I don’t know what to commit to besides my partner, family, friends, and work. I haven’t committed to something for myself in some time. How or what it is eludes me. One thing I know for sure is I want some reward or payoff for this new passion I seek.

For years I wanted to form a band, release real music, and perform the songs. Nothing long term or career oriented. Some kind of output in records like Texas is the Reason. One full length LP, and at least one 7″. Sounds stupidly ambitious when you have no clue what it would sound like and you lack any musical talent, but that’s what I’d like.

I tried making a newsletter with some friends which was nice for some time but ultimately did not work for me. Out of that I found I might do something on my own like a podcast or my own curated newsletter, but to actually get people to sign up sounds like actual work. I have no desire to use social media. I only have instagram now for limit use. I do like talking about new music and new records I’ve purchased; ultimately, who the fuck cares you know?

Writing this out makes me realize maybe I need to find a new passion project or hobby where I feel some payoff with no one around or involved. People don’t give a fuck and I don’t blame them. Most of us are insanely boring people, including me, and even those who aren’t are pretentious as fuck usually. Recently I’ve only had a few things I enjoy doing alone: reading, listening to vinyl, streaming music and podcasts, and playing Pokemon. Sounds lame and unsatisfying but I do find myself detached. How can I get in tone with my own creativity, find satisfaction, payoff, with easy? I don’t fucking know. I need a new passion. I know that.

Anyways I’ve found some new things I enjoy to listen to.