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Every kid wants to be a jerk in Los Angeles

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Jeff Weiss of L.A. Weekly has written an interesting piece on the “jerkin'” dance movement, which is currently blowing up with the youth in many of southern California’s urban communities.

Everyone started jerkin’ last year. When the kids returned from summer vacation, it was like they’d contracted some rare virus. A tsetse-fly bite in reverse, but rather than sleeping sickness, teenagers from Long Beach to Lancaster started getting geeked up … a dancing dominoes of flailing limbs, skinny jeans and fluorescent accessorizing. Jerkin’ at talent shows and on top of lunchroom tabletops. Jerkin’ in parking lots and bus stops, underground teen clubs, every single function (party), and, of course, on YouTube. Much of Los Angeles’ 18-and-under population was jerkin’ — presumably because they were the only ones young enough not to snicker at the term’s historically self-flagellating connotation.

“Because they’re so entrenched in Internet technology, they have a different thought process toward fashion, music and social engagement. Their perspective of the world is very individualistic and entrepreneurial,” says Shariff Hasan, a 30-year-old entrepreneur and producer for the forthcoming “Jerkin” The Movie and Skinny Jeans: The Movement,a 20-webisode reality show airing on Hulu and other outlets.

I had never heard of this craze before reading this article. I asked my brother’s friend about it and he immediately broke into song and dance. At 23, I’m out of touch, though I’m not disappointed. While it would be easy to call this genre “stupid,” that would simply be a product of being from my generation. My generation, of course, was the birth of gangsta rap, the music these kids essentially are drawing from in their music but trying to reject in their culture. As far as I can tell, that’s the only upside. This music is apparently steering kids away from gangs and violence. There’s competitions and record deals — goals that make the artists practice towards that is so time-consuming the very idea of joining a gang is disintegrated. That’s wonderful.

Still, Weiss is so complimentary in his story that his age shines through. He praises the males for their ability to produce their own music, yet many of the songs they’re making have the word “pussy” or “bitch” in the title, which, as far as I can tell, is not progressive at all. Then he’ll write about his admiration for the “girl power” groups. Obviously, this is all contradictory. Later, he mentions that many of these kids are dropping out of school to pursue a career in the jerkin’ fad. Brighter than previous generations these kids are not.

Fads are fads and there’s no way around that. The rap and hip-hop genres go through so many transformations that it’s foolish to put all your eggs in one basket unless you’re willing to sell out and ride the next wave. The jerkin’ music is so undeniably bad it’s safe to assume these kids are using the equipment that’s at their disposal in a slapdash manner in order to create the next hit. In the 80s, when music suffered, it was synthesizers and dorky hair. Luckily, the 90s experienced a great period of music. Since then, the new millennium has suffered in terms of music quality, and I think I know why. It’s not about the music anymore, but the dances and products that accompany it. Of course, I’m talking about music dominates the charts — not the underground sensation you may covet. You could say the 60s was about making music for people to do drugs to and punk rock was about getting people to mosh, but that’s a bunch of bull and you know it. The jerkin’ movement is much like disco except with filthy language, and we all know what happened to disco.

I’m very pleased that these kids have found something active to keep them out of gangs. For them, it’s entertaining but also hard work. Still, it’s no reason to drop out of school. The way Weiss puts it, you think they’d be smart enough to realize that.

Click here to see the music video of movement’s anthem, “You’re A Jerk,” by The New Boyz.

You can watch a short documentary on the movement here.

A Chat with John Oates

It’s more than a little unfair that John Oates has spent so many years serving as the butt of jokes, but, c’mon, you know you chuckled at least a little when “The Simpsons” offered a scene where Lisa, feeling low after not making first chair in the school band, imagined herself as a member of Garfunkel, Messina, Oates, and Lisa. Fortunately, Mr. Oates has a sense of humor, one which he’s getting to show off in the new animated web series, “J Stache,” which reunites him with his long-lost mustache to fight the forces of evil. Yes, seriously. Bullz-Eye talked to Oates about his new online endeavor, his work with Daryl Hall, some of his other musical appearances (he co-wrote Icehouse’s “Electric Blue,” you know), and how bizarre it is to be talking about a bit of facial hair that he hasn’t sported in almost two decades.

* On “J Stache”: “I haven’t had a mustache for 20 years and people actually still talk about it! But I kind of understand it on the level that the mustache is back in vogue, you know. It’s back in style, and there is a lot of talk about it. My mustache took on this iconic kind of symbol of the era, of those decades in a way. Of course, I didn’t carry the ‘stache torch singlehandedly…”

* “Even though Daryl is outstanding as a singer, his trademark personality and his trademark voice have become the stamp of Hall & Oates, and I don’t think people recognize the contribution I made on the writing side, with the amount of songs I have written and contributed to.”

* On going indie: “We realized that we knew how to make records. We knew pretty much everything we needed to know, and we had everything in place. We had a vision that the future of the music business was changing, and that in order for us to continue to be creatively happy and do what we wanted to do, we really couldn’t just listen to the dictates of some businessman in an office in a traditional record company. It just wasn’t working.”

Is your interest piqued? If so, click right here or on the big ol’ graphic below:

Diddy’s “Making the Band” circles back, eats itself

Here’s the good news: Inveterate sampler, fashion mogul, and restaurateur Diddy (a.k.a. Puff Daddy, a.k.a. P. Diddy) has announced that his next album will be his last.

Now here’s the bad news: He’s also announced that the recording of said album will be preceded by yet another season of “Making the Band” — one which will find Der Didster sifting through the contestants to find the musicians and singers that will perform (at least allegedly) on the recordings. No, seriously — here’s a portion of the press release to prove it:

You’ve seen Diddy create a hip-hop group, a female pop group, and a male R & B group. Now the grande impresario is creating a group for himself, to perform on what he is calling his last album. Diddy and his team will leave no stone unturned as they scour the country for musicians and back-up singers to bring his music to life. Those who make it through the early auditions will spend several weeks proving their worth and ultimately Diddy will choose the best of the best to be in his band.

Diddy’s publicist is charmingly optimistic, and it certainly can’t hurt to try, but…bring his music to life? That’s an order too tall for most seasoned studio musicians to fill, let alone a gaggle of hapless reality show contestants. Watch a clip of the show below for a glimpse of the carnage that awaits us all, starting July 27.

The King of Pop is dead! Long live the King of Pop!

Who would’ve thought that I’d be sitting here on June 25, 2009, drinking to the memory of Michael Jackson?

Not me, that’s for goddamned sure. I’d been following the various stories about his upcoming residency at London’s O2 Arena, idly wondering if perhaps the outrageous number of sold-out shows might well inspire Michael to tour the States again. As it happens, my wife was pondering the very same possibility. She and I have our own informal lists of artists we’ve never caught in concert but hope to see someday, and he was a lock for both of us. That’d probably explain why, when I told her the news of Michael’s death earlier today, she burst into tears.

We have seen the Elvis Presley of our generation, and he was Michael Jackson.

You can’t overstate Michael’s importance to people who grew up in the ‘80s. Sure, his time with his brothers in the Jackson 5 during the ‘70s resulted in some damned fine music, and I’ll gladly trumpet the merits of his 1979 album, Off the Wall, as the second best thing he released in his career, but you know it and I know it: Thriller was the shit. It sold 26 million copies, it produced an unprecedented seven Top 10 singles, and it was the soundtrack to my teen years. No matter how “alternative” my tastes in music may have gotten, from the Sex Pistols to the Velvet Underground, Robyn Hitchcock to Social Distortion, I have never hesitated to acknowledge that Thriller is one of my favorite albums of all time. I get how people who didn’t live through the astronomical success of the record can’t conceive how you can know that Michael was accused of pedophilia and yet still declare that he was and, to a certain extent, always will be the King of Pop.

But it’s true. He is.

That’s not to say that his reign hadn’t been without its problems, obviously, and the problem with an album like Thriller is that, after the dust has settled, there’s only one question left to be asked: how the hell do you follow it up? It’s easy to say that Michael never came anywhere near matching that record, but, hey, I just listened to “Dirty Diana” and followed it up with “Smooth Criminal,” so don’t tell me that Bad doesn’t have some kick-ass moments on it, too. I don’t necessarily have the same level of love for Dangerous (although “Remember the Time” has definitely withstood the test of time quite well), but I do think that, had he opted to release the new-material disc of HIStory – known as HIStory Continues – separately rather than couple it with a best-of disc, a lot more people would be praising it today. I still think “Stranger in Moscow” is one of the best songs the guy ever did, and if you’ve ever been sympathetic to the plight of a young boy growing up in the spotlight and never getting a chance to be a kid, then the song and video for “Childhood” just might make you tear up…like it’s doing to me right now.

But I’ve got to be honest: Michael’s last studio album, 2001’s Invincible, didn’t do a whole lot for me (“You Rock My World” and “Butterflies” excepted), and I’ve spent most of the last five years doing nothing but criticizing the guy for not doing everything in his power to mount a comeback.

Back in 2004, Michael released his poorly named Ultimate Collection – a seemingly random selection of singles, album tracks, rarities, demos, and previously unreleased material from the vaults – and I took him to task for it. “With everything he’s gone through in his personal life in recent years,” I said, “what he really needs far more than anything else is to kick-start his musical credibility. The perfect way to do that would’ve been to put together a definitive collection of all of his hits, spread out across as many discs as it takes to do the job properly…and I’m talking somebody-shake-the-cobwebs-off-‘Farewell My Summer Love’ definitive.”

But he didn’t.

In 2005, he announced that he was busy producing an all-star charity single called “I Have A Dream” to help raise relief funds for victims of Hurricane Katrina.

But he never released it.

And when the 25th anniversary of his most iconic album rolled around, he celebrated the event not by taking the opportunity to release a new album but, rather, to drag a bunch of newer artists into the studio to either remix or re-record songs from Thriller.

At the time, I said…

It’s clear that Michael Jackson has brought in these younger and – let’s face it – hipper artists in order to make the statement, “Hey, world, I’m still relevant,” but, as ever, he just doesn’t get it. Nowhere is this more evident than on the DVD that’s included in this package, which provides the album’s three iconic videos (“Billie Jean,” “Beat It,” and “Thriller”), along with the performance of “Billie Jean” from the “Motown 25” television special that serves as the 1980s version of the Beatles on “The Ed Sullivan Show.” He didn’t need to bring in a bunch of young upstarts; all he had to do was take this DVD and the original nine-song CD version of Thriller, hold them aloft, and say, “This is why you should respect me!”

But he didn’t.

What hurts the most about Michael dying now is that, finally, it looked like he was going to get off his arse and do something about reclaiming his legacy as a superstar of pop. He had these sold-out dates in the UK, and for once, despite all of the false starts he’d offered over the course of the last half-decade, it looked like he was actually going to come back.

And, then, he was gone.

I found out about Michael’s death just as I was walking out the door to take my three-year-old daughter along with me to the grocery store. She was already in the car, in fact, so when I went outside and got behind the wheel, I felt obliged to tell her why I’d taken so long.

I said, “Michael Jackson died, sweetie. That’s why I’m a little upset.”

“You liked him?” she asked.

“I did,” I replied. “He was one of Daddy’s favorite singers.” Then I hesitated for a second and clarified, “Well, maybe he wasn’t one of my favorite singers. But he was very, very important to me and Mama. We listened to him all the time when we were growing up. And that’s why we’re sad.”

And, then, my daughter – God bless her – put the whole thing in perspective by asking a single question: “But you can still listen to his music, right?”

Absolutely right. And that’s why, when we sat down to dinner at the Harris household tonight, we did so listening to Thriller.

Goodbye, Michael. Thanks for the memories…and the music.

Pong Shop Boys

We were stoked to see that the Pet Shop Boys, in support of their awesome album Yes, were launching a North American tour in the fall (musical director: Stuart Price, thank you very much), and then as we scrolled down to the bottom of the press release, we saw something that really got us excited: a Pong game featuring the band’s single “Love Etc.” playing in the background. Yes, indeed.

We had to pinch the width a bit to get it to fit, so if you’d like to play the official version, click here. Get yer Pong on, kids.

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