Sunday, February 27, 2011

The Suburban Myth




So this may sound more like a topic proposal for a graduate study dissertation than anything. As the title implies, I find that the suburban lifestyle to be more or less a crock. Follow me on this musing.
My girlfriend and I have been watching a lot of Desperate Housewives, (if you don't know the show, it's worth a gander) and seeing how the popular view of what classic suburbia is. Obviously the show is beyond dramatic, but the lifestyle the characters lead is more extravagent than anything. But they are upper middle class folk (supposedly) and that is how I can excuse a children's book author living in a house 5x the size of my apartment. With that being said, they are in fact still middle class. Why do I find that disturbing? Because it's boring, uneventful, blissfully hellish.

Here is the breakdown of class structure.

Basically, once you make over $10k to $200k, you are considered middle class. In other words, by American societal dogma, 85% of American citizens should live in the traditional suburban dream. It might be the communist, or the socialist, the rebel, the paranoid, or just the common sense of history within me speaking, but I don't trust these idealic little dreams concocted for people to strive for. So here is my rationale for feeling this way.




1)
Historical precedence: Just looking historically at America, it has time and again tried to establish where the status quo should go. I will start as far back as post American Civil War. The poor people (wage slaves, social dependants, vagrants etc...) were flocking and encouraged to live in inner cities, to be closer to where "the action is." This had the effect of localising serious economic drains into one area, where they could all be equally forgotten (these ghettos still exist today, especially in D.C., NYC, and Chicago). This to me is the same as saying, "If you are a musician/actor/dancer the only way to make it big is to go to NYC." Which, if you play your cards right and with a little luck, you can make it work anywhere, but the gullible will attempt their luck, and a very few will succeed.
Next point in American history, expanding westward. This overlaps with post Civil War, but they also encouraged all working class individuals (which included: Doctors, Teachers, Blacksmiths, Carpenters, Farmers, Clothiers, Bankers...) to head west and strike it rich, being granted land rights and the promise of the fortunes of a new frontier. Of course this was bullshit, they just wanted to secure the entire continent from Russia is a major political ploy. The expansions was trecherous, empovershing, long, arduous, and like so many fads, rarely met the hype (though it did give popculture an excellent genre to work with).
During and after the world wars there was a push between Old Money vs. New Money. What this was was a battle of what was truly upper class, and a battle that only they were privy to. How it occured was due to technological innovation, the newfound stockmarkets, and various other reasons that people would come into newfound wealth. This clashed with the already wealthy, who inhearited their wealth the old fasioned way, their family. They never worked, so they had different moral and social ideas of how people with money were to act. Not surprising, this argument lead to the sharing of rich "neighborhoods" and creating new classes to explain those who were richer than middle class, but not quite a Rockafeller, a.k.a Upper Middle Class and Lower Upper Class. Even in the 40's these people made hundreds of thousands to millions of dollars, a feat I can only dream of. They however, were not relocated or asked to move, merely the political sanctions these classes had were altered accordingly, which is basically: if you have lots of money, you probably have lots of connections; if you lack connections, you have money and angry neighbors.
After the world wars and during the cold war, the idea of Suburbia began to be realized, when square mileage of land was developed with cookie cutter housing in identical layouts to create a sense of homogeny and equality within the obviously wide-gapped middle class. This was also out of defense, keeping that diverse of a population in identical areas with identical housing with everyone copying the Jones' must have made it very difficult for Communist spies to garner any useful tactical information as to where local heads of communities and states were located. Not to mention the neighborhood bomb-shelter would have been much easier to afford than individual ones.
Then that is where we have stayed, the Cold War being dead now for over 20years, and no honest push away from this seemingly self imposed homogeny, which to me suggests something socially and politically.



2) Social Precedence: We all strive for the community we belong in. Whether it is economically (rich, poor, selfimposed poverty, wanderer...), clique (goth, punk, jock, prep...), jobs, marital status, common histories, we all desire to belong to a part of something as is inherent in human nature. So finding common grounds to live in makes perfect, natural sense. However, when you enter into a divergent group of populations within on socio-political boundary (such as cities, states, countries, counties...) you run into inherent differences between the people within said structure. So within structures we seek out further assimilation with "our" group, so now we seek out districts where we feel more around ourselves than before.
For example, you may enjoy the west, but live in a small town, but you know a larger city would just fit you better, so you move to someplace like Tucson or Austin or even Seattle if that fits you. Now however, you also notice that you can't live on the hill with the fanciest of houses/mansions, but you do enjoy the downtown "freethinking" feel. You now have moved in to a studio apartment in a surrounding downtown affordable highrise, surrounded by other slightly worse-for-wear artist types. You have now found an almost exact community that you feel comfortable with.
The ghettos and west both make sense when explained in this manner. The earlier seeking jobs and security by flocking to those of equal social temperment and ethnic background. The later for a fresh start at establishing entirely new communities where you can be someone different than you were before (who doesn't like a new beginning?). But in Suburbia, you still have that high difference in basically everything. You have 85% of America supposedly living in suburban fantasies, which means a high diversity. You are all middle class, though Tommy next door in reality makes 4x as much money as you do, and Jimmy across the street makes half of what you do; and what steams you is that you all live in essentially the same house. You can't stand your neighbors, or the stupid rules your neighborhood has (courtesy hours, watch times, "open door" policies, lawn/street upkeep...). So why would anyone stay there? The sense of community isn't made out of mutual interest or trust, or even necessity, but out of distrust of everywhere else and a disillusionment with other communities. Of course, in modern America nobody honestly trusts their neighbors (alright, statistically), we just politely put up with them, so it is fair to say that suburbanites don't even trust their immediate community. (This without any hard evidence is of course presumptiuous, but it's a blog, not a thesis.) So yet again, why is it that Suburban neighborhoods remain popularized?




3) Economics: Alright, this one continues a little on the social aspect. As said above, there is a high difference in how much people in one middle class neighborhood makes. This in of itself usually segregates people's living considerations so that they seek out a more comfortable community. Suburbia though is no stranger to borrowing a cup of sugar, as the phrase goes. The other oddity is that with a solid neighborhood like most suburban 'hoods are created, there is almost no way a local business can rise in their midst, or even a franchise for that matter. This meaning that you have to go place your money is a different community's coffers, even if it is across the street from the neighborhood, it isn't in your neighborhood technically. Even when considering who works, there, they can be from any number of communities, not just your own. So you are a benefit to people outside of your zone. Not good for the society at large, seeing as how most towns and cities rely on local businesses to survive and flourish. So, if you follow me, this means that Suburban structures choke the abilities of a community to reach its fullest fiscal potential.




4) Artistically: Alright, this is just a personal vendetta, but really, cookie cutter houses are an eye sore, and boring. I think it promotes the further idea of "be like your neighbor, because that's what you should want to be," killing creativity and opening your mind to the idea that you can escape to better pastures. Really, it just promotes that homogeny I discussed earlier, that being like everyone else is what is best, and while it sounds rather like 1984 I assure you that it isn't that bad. I just feel people should express themselves, and that everyone would healthier for it.

So if you still want to dream a fancy Suburban dream with a four bedroom, three car garage, then by all means, dream on. It may in fact be that lifestyle you have always sought, but me personally, I aim for more. I want to break that status quo of what is expected of me, and be damned if I will let silly things like lack of funds get in my way, all I really need is some guts to get it to happen.

This is a longer post and I realize this, but honestly, Suburbia disturbs me, greatly.

Tuesday, February 22, 2011

Aha!


Upon successfully devouring the evil that was the can of Speggheti-O's, Elliptical Man is doubly bombarded by stupid needy victims of Pocatello Wind's Brain Drain Lazer, as well as dominant-tritone substitution chords! (For those of you just joining us with this issue, or missed the last, our hero has been affected by Pocatello Wind's Gust of Change, a nefarious weapon no person can resist!) His energy waning, from the cold as well as supposed failure in his academic affairs, Elliptical Man is fighting for the energy to continue running on!

Will this winter chill freeze our hero to the core? Will he keep enough gumption to keep on plodding towards his big debut? Will the Tubby Tabby loose that extra two pounds of dry kibble?

Stay tuned!

Sunday, February 20, 2011

Outdated

Man, I am sick of the minimum wage game. I am tired of waiting to have a slight amount of money, and then expecting to make it through to update required things. Things such as reeds, mouthpieces, car maitnance, a new computer that actually RUNS(more than just basic word functions and internet), a newer car that isn't nearly to 200kmiles, living in a crappy town, and still working on my undergrad, and then not being able to replace my broken xbox...which seems whiney but dammit, I like having one :\

Basically I'm just whining about how I'm bogged down in Yesterville. Oh well, such is life.

Thursday, February 17, 2011

Reworking it


I'm sitting here listening to my favorite song from middle school, Under the Rice Moon, which was a concert band piece about the Rice Moon event of Chinese lore. In basic- a rice moon is a full, very white, moon in which the wild rice was to be harvested. But it was also a time when spirits would rise to interact with humans, not scary, but still intense.

Anyways, all day today I've been listening to sax quartet rep and solo sax rep. Now listening to this song, I really, really want to rearrange it for sax quartet....because it would fit. The only hangup is the middle segue section that is all percussion rythm. But it can be done...

Listen here

Wednesday, February 16, 2011

Blown

Not going to lie, when I know a piece, and feel confident about it, I love to perform, especially jazz. Tonight our university's Jazz big band had a performance at a local brewery, and to be honest, I feel really damn good about myself after it. My performing was in time, on pitch, and at the end of the concert it felt like I had run a marathon, which means I was doing it very right (or...very, very, wrong). In any case, I was able to blast some true pitches in the altissimo register which is something I have never attempted in public before, let alone succeeded with. This concert was a good marker of progress in how far I've come with my artistry on my horn. Yes, I am taking time to be a little egotistical, but it's my blog, and I can talk about myself on it.
I just remember my first concert at this university, how shaky I was; my total lack of confidence showing through at every turn; my improvisation being tarnished and barely in the key. Not to mention the charts we were reading were really difficult to me at the time, and now I look back through and really see how simple they were... But that does mean progress, so I am going to take this time to enjoy my feelings of self worth.

Oh, and for those of you who came, thankyou for your continued support! Even if I don't say anything to you when you're there, it does mean a lot that you show up!

Monday, February 14, 2011

Once upon a dreary midnight

Those of you who don't know me, I work late nights. Not a true graveyard, just until midnight on weeknights. This open time of work (thank god for work study...) gives me plenty of time to start pet projects. My latest is trying to learn how to use music editing software. I run into quite a few snags on this project for a few reasons.
1) My computer is a piece of shit. Even when I bought it it wasn't up to technological specs. But, the impatient get second rate things I suppose.

2) These programs are freaking expensive, and I'm rediculously poor. For obvious reasons, this makes learning how to efficiently use these programs nearly impossible. Though I guess I shouldn't complain, the freeware teaches the basics, which are needed.

3) Time restraints! I am still in college, and I can't allow myself to become consumed by these pet projects so much, but I like to get carried away.

4) I don't know how to use a lot of the features. I'm a newb, I'm willing to admit it.

So that is just my newest fascination, but I love it a lot, being able to just create at will, that is art!

Tuesday, February 8, 2011

So the adventures continue!

We find our ever increasingly incredible hero Eliptical Man struggling with comprehending complex musical analysis. The Tubby Tabby nowhere to be seen, our hero must go it alone. The only supervillian here though, is Sibelius and his violin of contemplation.

Monday, February 7, 2011

And the flavor is...

So there is a trend I have noticed that exists within American (and many times British) popular culture, a trend of flavors if you will. They are not flavors as in, "stripey" or "vanilla" or "colorful" (though I'm sure those come and go in their own respects) I'm speaking of a more international flavor that popular culture focuses on. These flashes of worldly insight usually last only half a decade, but not usually more than a full decade.
To trend set, this is what I have down:
60's: Hindi music (thank you Beatles)
70's: British Invasion (punk, disco, metal..?)
early 80's: Native American
Late 80's/Early 90's: African (thank you Jackson, Gabriel, and probably a large list of others who wanted to Aid the world...)
Late 90's: I'm not too sure... Asian culture took over pretty steadily
Early 00's: Still a lot of Asian culture seeping in
Late 00's/early 10's: no clue. too early to tell really...

But I feel that these trends are pretty true. I am coming from mostly a musical idea behind this keep in mind, and I feel I can give a few good examples to support these if people really want to get into it, but that is only if they really feel it.

I always find societal trends fascinating because it happens by some unseen current that just sweeps over a large entity of people to become obsessed or immersed with another culture.

Sunday, February 6, 2011

Unsolved

So internet t.v. sites are brilliant. I can screw around at work and kill two birds with one stone (three if I still have studying/homework to get done). Right now, I'm watching X-Files and Desperate House Wives pretty regularly. It's great. That's all. Now, back to the weird shows I watch.

Wednesday, February 2, 2011

Wanted so Bad...



I can taste it! Well, after you practice and play on your horn for hours everyday, it IS rather difficult to get the taste of reed, plastic, metal, and the city's water out of your mouth. I am going to be doing a half recital this semester, and under normal circumstances you spend a full year preparing for any sort of recital, mostly because you are required to do a masterpiece of great difficulty and establish a program that will last 30min for a half recital, or 60min for a full one. I am doing one of the cornerstone masterpieces in the professional saxophone repetoire this semester, and I'm bringing it all together in a month. That is 1/9th the normal time that this piece usually demands, but dammit, I want to put on a junior (half) recital!

I am not going to lie, this semester has seen the fewest amount of credited hours I have ever taken at this university with 14. Yet due to my own damnable determination, I have convinced myself that I should and need to put on a recital. I suppose this feeling has been building up since this is my fifth year in the music department (second as a major) there are some "underclassmen" that have already given their senior recitals over me. This is not to say they are any better of musicians then me, but it does make me feel inferior, which I am not too much a fan of. Not to mention, I have seen some great talent pass through this school on the sax, and it is those individuals I am trying to catch up to, and if at all possible in this life, pass. So, the fact that I have the drive and the chuzpha to try for a recital only months before it needs to be finalized, means that I want to be one of those "legacy" musicians.
What I mean is, I want freshmen to remember me as being good and someone they want to play up to.
Not to mention, there are pieces that I have seen my fellow sax players perform, that year after year I am amazed that they were able to do it. Even the ones that I would place as being more mediocre, they were able to play their pieces and do it well. There is no piece that is more notable to me, and any more of an earmark of an undergraduates admission to the quasi-professional status than Alexander Glazunov's Concerto for Saxophone.
Every saxophone that I have seen come before me has played this piece, and to me, it is a monumental overtaking, one in which I want to tackle. Does this make me as good as those other horn players? Sadly, not even close. But it does meet one of my goals I was bound and determined to meet once I came to college.

That's one major part of my excitement for this half recital. Another- that means I am nearing the end of my tenure at my undergrad. That has so much lifting power, it's sickening. Just thinking that at the end of next May, provided everything goes according to plan, I'm going to have a college diploma and be working on my masters degree. It scares me to think that the safety net of college is so quickly coming to a close, but, I am excited for the new adventure.

And really, I think I am more excited to get the hell out of Pocatello and into a real town. I have my sights set on a goal, and come hell or high water, I am going to reach them.

Tuesday, February 1, 2011

Standing the Test of Time


So, I think i know how an artist is really one that I like. Unfortunately it takes me years to really decide (I mean, I can like a band/group/artist in the short term aka "right now" but then things can get boring, so I'm talking long term liking of an artist). It has to do with why I liked them in the first place, catchy tune, cool style, artistic statement... then, when out of the blue a long time later (those years I was talking about) I start getting those songs in my head, and like them, I know I like the artist (or song I suppose...). A lot of this has to do with how I grow and learn as an individual, as well as a musician, and am able to understand and interpret the song/artist.

It seems silly, but I think it is a good post mark of how far I've come in a time. Just my thought for the night.