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Monday, April 11, 2005

The Death of Roots Rock

I now know why I've always hated The Gourds: Because I somehow knew in advance that one day George W. Bush would listen to their warmed-over "Americana" pablum while trying to remember how to ride a bicycle. I wonder if he's heard their "bluegrass" interpretation of Snoop Dogg's "Gin Juice"--you know Jenna and Barbara have, cause it rocks, y'all!

The publication of the contents of the presidential iPod will serve as a convenient point by which to mark the end of roots rock, or as Rolling Stone's Joe Levy describes it to Elizabeth Bumiller, "modern artists who sound like great artists from the '60s and '70s." If Bush is power-cycling to Alejandro Escovedo, for Christ's sake, it's all over. You just know he'll ask Mark McKinnon for some more stuff, and McKinnon will burn him an old Rank and File record, and Bush will love it, and then McKinnon will throw some Jason and the Scorchers his way, along with Whiskeytown's "Excuse Me While I Break My Own Heart Tonight," cause it's got that Escovedo cameo, which Bush will of course love, and the next thing you know he'll be writing "No Depression" all over his presidential briefing books and cutting himself quietly in the bathroom while playing Ryan Adams' "Come Pick Me Up" over and over and over again.

And of course you just know we'll have to deal with him acting like he's the first person in the world to listen to Big Star: "My buddy Mark gave me this rare recording of this obscure guy Alex Chilton, you should really check it out." What an asshole.