Underwhelmed And Overstimulated, Part V: Who Is Bon Iver, Again?
Sound of the City's year-end roundtable, with contributions from Tom Ewing, Eric Harvey, Maura Johnston, Nick Murray, and Katherine St. Asaph, continues. Follow along here.
D.L. Anderson That's ee-vayr to you, Nicki Minaj.
Greetings to you four from Bloomington, Indiana, a happening college town perhaps one or more of you have flown over at some point. It's the birthplace of Hoagy Carmichael and David Lee Roth, and the home of John Mellencamp and Jagjaguwar Records, a label which this year released an album called Bon Iver, Bon Iver that you may have heard of. Most critics liked it, some liked it a lot, Rosie O'Donnell wanted more, pop lovers and rockists alike united to sneer at the smoothness of his album's textures and its ostensibly outré signifiers (I prefer the first album, but am a sucker for the Bruce Hornsby vibes of "Beth/Rest"). At the time of writing, 317,375 music fans have purchased it40,000 more than Fleet Foxes, 40,000 less than LMFAO. Yet once the album was nominated for several Grammys last month, lots of people microcasted their ignorance of this album on Twitter. Quickly, another person culled this proudly professed ignorance into a Tumblr called "Who Is Bon Iver?" A member of a long-dormant Australian DJ concern accused him of "selling out" for lending his increased profile to something so horrifying as a whiskey concern, even though the accuser's own group hypocritically endorses deadly mountain calamities.
So what happened? Did the Bro From Eau Claire break through, or is he still a secret? If you follow music on the internet with any regularity, you couldn't go a day without hearing about him, but if you don't, there's a good chance you don't have any idea how to pronounce the name, and wait, the white guy from Kanye's album made his own album and everyone loves it apparently? To Twitter! It's clear why Bon Iver in 2011, just like Arcade Fire in 2010, made ripples critically, popularly, and awardishlythey fit long-established rock tropes into a modern, gently hip, and well-executed form. And it's also clear that this is happening at a point when with very few exceptions, good weird rock music is the last thing you expect to hear released by a music label owned by a multinational corporation.
Bon Iver, "Beth/Rest"
Yet the thing that gets me is, for how much we like to talk about differences and similiarities in genres of music, or between groups of music fans, or as you all were chatting about earlier, styles of trolling (I agree with Nick, by the way), Bon Iver in 2011 highlights the clear importance of musical access. I'm sure that Maura and Tom have things to say about this (perhaps Katherine and Nick might chime in as well): Does consistent internet immersion effect our perceptions of an artist's impact or broader importance? Music has always been social networking, and "virtual" interactions are just another way of saying that humans are interacting through shared culture. Yet at the same time, I know that my online immersion has at times altered my perception of greater musical timehype cycles, release dates, the speed of acquisitionbut I wonder if any of you have stepped back and wondered how much your perception of music is affected by your continuous virtual proximity to other obsessives?
Enough wonkishness for now! This was a pretty great year for indie rock's self-sustaining middle-class, particularly if your tastes, like mine, trended toward music that piles on the woozy, perhaps even straight-up druggy atmospherics: My top ten is populated by the likes of Wye Oak's Civilian, Kurt Vile's Smoke Ring for My Halo, and PJ Harvey's instant classic Let England Shake. These albums mostly fall into the Second Hour of a Potent Pot Brownie region of the Meh-to-!!! Scale of Musical Dynamism, and not coincidentally, many of their lyrics detail various states of bodily discorporation and/or transfiguration. Harvey in particular (no relation) floated above the English battlefields of the first Great War like an angel, and brought the relevance home with a vengeance on the I'll let you draw your own conclusions about how I'm spending my spare time. Part of it was by compulsively listening to Destroyer's Kaputt, which I'm still not sure isn't his best album yet, which is one of two great 2011 cultural objects inspired by "some of the more zen moments in Michael Mann films, and the music that would go along with it," and which boasts in my opinion, the Canadian-born, art-world-atmospheric, late-night confessional of 2011. Sorry, Drake.