Day: August 22, 2003

Under The Milky Way

Some unfinished business from last week. This was my original selection for entry 1.2. However, after trying to tie “True Faith” and “Under the Milky Way” together, I thought it better to tackle the songs separately, in chronological order. You should thank me. I think I was on page 48 of my comparison when I finally stopped myself and changed focus. Hopefully this isn’t too disjointed. I’m attempting to write about one song while I watch I Am Trying to Break Your Heart, the great documentary about the making of Wilco’s Yankee Hotel Foxtrot album. Hey, I like my music.

There are those who say that alternative music, in its commercial form, disappeared after New Order’s “True Faith” in 1987 and didn’t appear again until sometime in 1992. Sure, briefly REM became the biggest band in the world during that time, but they left their college radio roots behind and didn’t start some great movement in doing so. Across the pond, The Stone Roses were in the process of putting out one of the greatest English albums of all-time and in turn setting the stage for a decade of quality British music. But their debut album was widely ignored in the US, both by MTV and radio. There was a little band from Sydney, Australia, though, that in one magical moment gave a flicker of hope to fans of alternative rock during that dark period.

The Church had been around for most of the 1980s, scoring a few minor college radio hits in the States. They have also managed to stay around, in one form or another, for much of the last 15 years. It was with their album Starfish, and its signature track “Under the Milky Way” that they reached their critical and commercial highpoints in 1988.

Although released well within the decade, “Under the Milky Way” sounded like it was from another time. It featured heartfelt lyrics and delivery, unusual traits in 1988. It felt safe and warm. At the same time, it had a feel of desolation that made it complicated. The title summed up that feeling. Standing under the sky, staring up at the stars, contemplating the infinite measure of space leaves one with a feeling of endless possibility, and also of extreme insignificance. More in feel than in lyric, “Under the Milky Way” perfectly captured that ambiguity.

Just as the song was climbing the charts, my grandfather died in a farm accident. It was my first experience with death, and I wasn’t really sure how to handle it. People around me weren’t supposed to die, and although my grandfather was in his late 70s, we didn’t expect him to leave the house one morning and never come back. I recall what must have been the night before the funeral, driving my parents’ car through the fields of Kansas after dropping some relatives off someplace. Along the way, “Under the Milky Way” came on the radio. It was a perfect April night: warm, sweet air; the night full of the sounds of spring; with a massive, unspoiled, rural sky above me. I eased back on the accelerator, put the windows down, and cranked the stereo up as loud as it would go. I could see millions of stars above me as four Australians sang about standing beneath the galaxy. I wish I could share some great lesson that I learned that night, or some magical way of putting loss into perspective. However, I’ve never been able to articulate what happened in those three or four minutes, and I’m still not really sure if I understand it. I know I somehow felt different afterwards. In one odd, random confluence of time, place, and song, I was finally able to consider some of the ideas that had been careening through my head in the four days since my grandfather died. It’s a moment that has stuck with me, and I think of it each time I hear the song.

Earlier this week, I said if I was having a party to celebrate the end of the 1980’s, I would play “True Faith” just before midnight since I felt it summed up so much of what the 80s were about. “Under the Milky Way” is B-side to “True Faith. It’s the song you play the next morning; when you wake up and realize that something artificial like the turning of a page on a calendar doesn’t magically change your life. It’s the song you listen to when you realize the troubles and pressures you had when New Order’s drums kicked in are still there, waiting for you to face them. It’s the song that reminds us about the stockbroker, after his one last night of hedonism, calling an old friend to talk about his problems for a while. It’s the song that in one of the great lines of the era, speaks for the comforting friend, “Wish I knew what you were looking for/Might have known what you would find.” In many ways, that line sums up the 80s better than “True Faith” did.

I own Starfish, and it’s a pretty good album. There are at least four really good tracks, one more than my threshold for considering an album to be of high quality. Sadly, there are no lyrics in the liner notes, so I had to do some research with Mr. Google to check the lyrics. While doing that, I discovered that “Under the Milky Way” was used in the Miami Vice episode Asian Cut, which aired January 13, 1989. I was struck with two feelings when I read that. First, again, it was an outstanding fit. Miami Vice was always great with using moody, atmospheric, ambiguous songs to complement the edgy, artsy visual image. (“In the Air Tonight”, “Voices”, and “Lunatic Fringe” being three other fantastic examples.) Second, every time I read something about Miami Vice still being on in 1989, it blows me away. Has a show ever got more out of only 30 good episodes? From early 1985 through late 1986, there wasn’t a better show on TV. But it quickly went downhill. I think I gave up on it about the time Dave Henderson went deep off of Donnie Moore. Hard to believe it stuck it out for two-plus seasons after that.

D’s Notes

A few D’s notes to wrap the week up.

Poor Reggie Miller. He signed his two year contract with the Pacers yesterday, and boldly proclaimed that even when he was injured last year, he was better than 2/3 of the shooting guards in the league. There are 29 teams in the NBA. I’m feeling charitable today (And Reggie is old) so I’ll round up and say that means he needs to be in the top ten of shooting guards to back that up. Reggie averaged 12.6 points per game last year. Four of the top five scorers in the league last year were shooting guards (Tracy McGrady, Kobe Bryant, Allen Iverson, and Paul Pierce). In fact, Reggie’s scoring numbers don’t even get him into the top 50 in overall scoring.

Sure, positions aren’t set in stone in the NBA. You also ask, ‘Isn’t there more to basketball than scoring?’ Not at the shooting guard spot. If you rebound or rack up assist numbers at the 2 guard spot, that’s all gravy to the team. Your job is to score, and often. Reggie couldn’t ever play defense, so it’s not like he’s out there still shutting guys down when his shot isn’t dropping.
I think Ed Lilya summed it up best this morning when he said, ‘Ego is a powerful thing when you’re an up-and-coming player’.but after a while, ego is just a bitch.’ Well said.

Even better, the Pacers dicked around so long hammering out Reggie’s contract, and tied up so much money, that Jon Barry chose to sign with Denver rather than keep waiting for an offer from Indy. Let’s reset the Pacers lineup: All NBA caliber power forward (Jermaine O’Neal), role playing center (Scot Pollard), completely insane small forward (Ron Artest), Old Mother Miller at the two guard, and a wildly inconsistent point guard who can’t shoot (Jamaal Tinsley). No proven depth in the backcourt. Lots of ‘potential’ sitting behind the three frontcourt players. Donnie Walsh and Larry Bird better be damn confident about Al Harrington’s health and Jonathan Bender’s development otherwise this team has nothing.

Jason Whitlock beat me to a column about the off-season state of Big 8+4 basketball. Who knew that Larry Eustachy’s mess would completely be forgotten and the Ricky Clemmons situation at Mizzou largely ignored because of what’s happened at Baylor. Is it too late to get SMU to take Baylor’s place? Gives the conference a team in Dallas, plus all the kids from Johnson County who end up at SMU would still get a chance to see KU play every year (although, like Baylor, we couldn’t beat them in football either). Sounds like a deal to me!

Who decided Stuart Scott was worthy of endorsements? The guy is horrible on Sportscenter, NFL Countdown, etc. His exchanges with John Madden last year on Monday Night Countdown were some of the lowest points in TV sports history. There must be some threshold for working at ESPN at which advertisers say, ‘Well, he’s awful, but people have seen him for ten years. Maybe he’ll make them want to buy pain killers.’ The chest bump he does in the Tylenol commercial is classic Scott. Lays the ball up, then makes a big production of it. Dude is like 47 and he’s still trying to convince us he’s 21 and ‘in-touch’. Every time I see him on I Love the 70s or 80s, I immediately switch, because I know nothing of value is coming up.

Now some good TV, to balance that. I was a huge fan of the Daily Show in its first couple years, when ESPN alum Craig Kilborne was the host. For whatever reason, I quit watching several years ago (and have never really watched his show on CBS either). I’ve been watching a lot more lately, and Jon Stewart is a freaking genius. He had two great Arnold lines this week. First, when speaking to young kids in New York (they can vote in CA? That state is screwed up!), Arnold got the kids to say, ‘We say no to violence.’ Cut back to Stewart who stares blankly at the camera. ‘So The Terminator’..Conan the Barbarian says we should say no to violence?!?!’ Later in the week, when Arnold released his first campaign ad and talked about leading California into the future, Stewart said, ‘But what if, in that future, someone is sent back from further in the future to interrupt our prosperity. I don’t know, a robot or a hot chick, or a molten piece of metal that can morph into any shape. How will Governor Arnold handle that?’ The first ten minutes of each night’s episode are always worth watching.

I forget what the line was, but Mike A. put odds on when I would first mention English Premier League soccer, I mean football. Well, Mike, today’s the day. I was watching the Portsmouth-Aston Villa game last Saturday. Newly promoted Portsmouth was hanging onto a narrow 2-1 lead late over traditional giants Villa. The camera focused on a fan in the stands who had both hands behind his head, face twisted with stress, squinting at the clock to see how much time was left. The commentator, in a classic, dry, English manner, said, ‘That’s the face of life in the Premier League there: 90 minutes of pure agony.’ I loved that comment. Erick R. and I have often talked about how sometimes we just like to get KU games over with, so we can relax. Isn’t that stupid? You look forward to a game for a week, then get so tense during the action that you can’t really enjoy it. The English angle was nice as well. Teams move among divisions based on their success from year-to-year in European football (If the Royals were a soccer team in England, they would have been relegated for a decade now). Fans of first division clubs hope their side finishes in the promotion zone so they can jump to the Premier League and play with the big boys. Their reward? 90 minutes every Saturday of not being able to breath nor see straight. Sounds like a good trade-off to me.

Happy weekend.

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