moments before the wind.

July 21, 2006

i would walk five hundred more

Filed under: music, reviews, writing — alimarcus @ 7:07 pm

Okay, well, as part 2 I was going to describe what it is about Ben Gibbard that rubs me the wrong way, but I sat down to write and realized that my job is already half-done. Not that he sounds like Jeff Tweedy, but there’s the same blah factor. His words don’t interest me, they are totally depressing and on a really basic level I just don’t feel that way, have those kinds of reactions to things I guess. Not once have I heard a DCFC song that I’ve been able to relate to. Even Tweedy got me on one.

There’s more to say about Ben Gibbard though. He sings with this weird accent – a little bit of Colin Meloy’s accent, except also a little bit of Madonna: maybe it’s an affected British thing, this kind of over articulation. It feels like he is making weird shapes with his mouth as he is singing, and i get hung up on it and it bugs me. I almost feel like I could get past the nasally sound if he wasn’t trying to pull this pseudo-stylized thing as well.

And still more. I have been known to say that DCFC, and Ben Gibbard in particular, symbolize everything that’s wrong with boys. I don’t mean his personality because obviously I don’t know the guy, but the air of this super self-conscious, insecure, overanalyzing guy who has no chutzpah. When I hear his music, Postal Service or Death Cab, I can feel no backbone. This is a metaphorical backbone, a sense of self, a possession of peace from the inside out, that I am talking about. The whisperiness, the anthemic anxiety, and devastatingly self-defeating words assail my senses when I hear it.

People don’t seem to understand why I feel this way, but all the above complaints could very well be describing various members of the guys that I’ve known over the years (no, I don’t mean YOU, silly!). As if the reason why Ben Gibbard is such a hero is because all of a sudden he speaks to an entire generation of lost, scared people. Too bad it has to be my generation.


  1. Ben Gibbard is fucking boring, bottom-line. It’s background music for offices. Oh, and he’s from the land of starbucks and evangelical worship. fuck ben gibbard. fuck jeff tweedy too. forget about the white songwriters! gimme prince, gimme otis redding, gimme d’angelo, and I’ll gladly give it to everybody as well. let’s celebrate life, not fear it. Or be a big pussy and talk about all the living you’d like to do from the corner…it just doesn’t work like that, damn crackers. why are crackers salty? ’cause crackers love to cry. peace.

    Comment by Forrest — August 1, 2006 @ 8:26 am

  2. eat yo hart out, luxie baby

    Comment by wurmie — August 1, 2006 @ 10:09 am

  3. Oh, Forrest, I always knew I liked you. I don’t think it’s a race thing though. I think it’s more of a guy thing. No offense.

    Comment by alimarcus — August 1, 2006 @ 10:12 am

  4. It’s only a guy thing with white dudes…we the only ones who play both super angry music and super pathetic music (try and find more than a dozen black folk at Ozzfest…now try and find ’em at that big emo festival…shit, I’d be surprised if Coachella, Bonaroo, or any other big festival isn’t at least 90% white attendees). There are great men out there in the art world, they’re just overshadowed by their insecure-attention-starved-white counterparts who will tell you that Eric Clapton is better than Catfish Collins…but then again, they wouldn’t know who Catfish or his brother Bootsy are anyway…and then they’d cry.

    Comment by Forrest — August 2, 2006 @ 5:04 am

  5. […] When the best way to describe a band is a mishmash of comparisons to other bands, it’s always a red flag. Take your pick – U2, Radiohead, Muse, Oasis – Coldplay hits on all of them, constantly. It’s never a good sign when one’s qualities in one way or another, are all obvious rip-offs of other, better bands. Don’t take this the wrong way; it’s not about the natural absorption of music in the sense that everyone’s ripping everyone else off. The distinction is one that I can hear much better than explain, but here I will try. The way Springsteen rips off Guthrie is so vastly different from the way Coldplay rips off U2, and here’s why: Springsteen does it in the spirit of a mash-up, connecting streams of relevance through appropriation; Coldplay is pure imitation. I just don’t hear that Coldplay is bringing anything of their own to the table, except for a little bit of that Ben Gibbard spinelessness. And you already know how i feel about that. […]

    Pingback by moments before the wind. » born right in the doorway — August 11, 2006 @ 9:05 pm

  6. Forrest, quit hating the players. Tweedy rules.

    Comment by Hater eliminator — March 27, 2007 @ 5:00 pm

  7. Great Article , I considered it grand

    I look forward to more interesting postings like this one. Does your website have a RSS I can subscribe to for new postings?

    Comment by Faleelere — November 23, 2009 @ 2:09 pm

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