BIBJ Playlist of the 2000s entry #83: Fight Test by The Flaming Lips

Full Details of the BIBJ Millennial Playlist Hullabaloo are available here. Today's entry is #83: Fight Test by The Flaming Lips (2002)


Flaming Lips - Fight Test




Yesterday Chicago lost the 2016 Olympics. While watching the live coverage, I observed the sheer bafflement on the faces of anchors, reporters, and people on the street in what apparently was an upset in the eyes of many. People seemed most stunned by the fact that Chicago placed dead last of the four candidate cities, and you would never know by the coverage that half of Chicagoans never wanted the games in the first place. Irregardless, after the first few minutes of newscasters and volunteers coming to grips with the shock, I started hearing a familiar refrain. It's the same motto I've been hearing people spout out leading up to yesterday's decision, and one I've heard ad infinitum since before Olympic talk even began:

"We're going to show people that Chicago is a world class city."

A google search of Olympics Chicago "world class city" reveals 7,060,000 results. But what is the phrase "world class city" supposed to even mean? Chicago is the 3rd biggest city in America. People around the world know about Chicago. Yet this city has some deeply embedded inferiority complex that manifests itself in this ridiculous quest to prove its collective worth to the rest of the world, who frankly couldn't give a shit one way or the other.

I'm not sure where this inherited paranoia comes from, but I see it time and time again in people who can't wait to tell you that they've lived in Chicago their whole life. (The majority of these people consider growing up in Schaumburg or Wilmette the same as "Chicago," mailing address be damned. By this rationale, those who live in Greenwich, Connecticut will be pleased to know they can claim to be from New York City.)

Along with this pride of being real Chicagoans, there is a bizarre judgment of any other city within the Midwest. Minneapolis, Milwaukee, Indianapolis, St. Louis - you are second class cities, all secretly conspiring as you dream of reaching the stature the Windy City claims. A former Sun Time columnist, who now can tell you all you need to know about womens Korea Open tennis, once wrote an infamous column before Super Bowl XLI about the intense jealousy Indianapolis must have of Chicago. If only he knew that people in Indianapolis have pretty much no opinion whatsoever of Chicago, aside from the fact that they probably silently wonder what kind of city would keep re-electing a mayor who has proven to be such a complete fuck up.

Here's what I've realized. People of Chicago want these other Midwestern cities to be jealous of Chicago, because the truth is that Chicago is jealous of LA and New York, for reasons I'll likely never understand. They want the eyes of the world on Chicago as much as possible (unless the reason involves Blago.) Any arbitrary list that any publication invents, Chicago wants to be #1. Men's Health's most stressed city? Car & Driver's worst highway traffic? An airline magazine's top farmer's markets? They want it all, and when they feel put down, they lash out like Third Eye Blind backers, indignant at those who don't show proper respect, while simultaneously begging for approval of their worth from the masses.

Needless to say, I can't wait to see the reaction in four years when Minneapolis inevitably gets the 2020 Olympic Games.

Bad Idea Show Review: 2009 Pitchfork Music Festival in Union Park

Another hip weekend of music in the books! It took me a couple days to de-hip myself, but I'm back to reality. This year's Pitchfork Music Festival definitely lived up to last year's.

I had ambitious goals regarding the mockery of the hipsters this year. But too quickly did I choose a hipster accessory to photograph. Early on, it became clear that the plaid/western-style shirt was dominating the wardrobe of the days. But in full, disclosure, I have to admit that I planned on wearing one as well, and by Saturday evening, we had to redefine what qualified as a hipster accessory. Here's what we came up with:

- it must be out-of-date
- it must be counterproductive to the clothing/accessory's actual purpose
- it can reference a middle school obsession/fashion/size
- it must take wok to put on/wear

A plaid shirt doesn't really fit any of those. In fact, a plaid shirt apparently is just a plaid shirt. It'd be like picking jeans, or t-shirts. So on the final day of the festival, I tried to switch gears, searching for some things that do fit our definition:


- girls wearing feathers in their hair
- guys wearing early 90's basketball jerseys
- Ray Ban sunglass frames with clear lenses

But enough about that. Let's get to the music. I've embedded video from the festival in each band name (I even took the Flaming Lips video! Aren't you proud of me?!):

Friday

Traffic made us miss out on Yo La Tengo, but we got there in time to get in position for Built to Spill while the Jesus Lizard did their thing. I couldn't quite figure out what their thing was exactly.


Built to Spill - I missed out on seeing them in Indy a few years back when a show of theirs got canceled, so I was happy to check this band off my list of haven't seens (come to think of it, I hadn't seen any of this year's bands before. Yeah for me!). Built to Spill was cool. They were a bit more jam-bandy than I anticipated (lots of 3-minute songs played in 8 minutes), but it was extended power chords instead of extended guitar solo noodling, so I was down with it.

Saturday

Our first full day of music. We also did a bit of walking around the vendors, where we saw a bunch of people trying to break world records. The URDB has been moonlighting on Jimmy Fallon lately...




At the festival, people were trying to kiss as many people as possible in 10 seconds, recite Ferris Beuller's Day Off quotes, and other crap like that. Whatev. Back to the music...

Cymbals Eat Guitars - I liked 'em. At times, the lead singer got a bit too screamy for me, but that'll happen when your band is led by Peter Brady.


The Pains of Being Pure at Heart - They said that backstage, the National told them they should sound more like Weezer. The crowd sort of laugh-booed at that. I sort of agreed. But these guys were truly excited to be there. The drummer was taking pictures of the crowd, and it reminded me that for some of these bands, this was the biggest crowd they've ever played for. This is a band that seemed to really appreciate the opportunity. They took advantage. They were loud. They rocked.


Matt and Kim - It was either them or Beirut, and I've been all about the guy/girl duo groups, so I was eager to see them. They didn't disappoint me, and I may have fallen in like with Kim. Adorable much? Anyway, this was another band that was clearly having fun and excited to be in Chicago. High energy, fast pace, Chicago shout-outs. Their set got a bit repetitive even for me, but when they pulled out "The Final Countdown" before ending their show with their hit "Daylight," It was pretty sweet.

The Black Lips - We watched the first half of their set. They smashed a guitar after the 1st song. That sounds about right. After 6 songs of dirty-surf-a-billy (did I just coin a new musical genre?!), we'd had plenty of drugged out rocking, and moved on.

The National - We saw the 2nd half of their set, and they clearly knew how to put on a good show. I wondered if the brooding mood of the music would work, but the two lesbians who seemed to fall in love during the last 3 songs of their set were quite touched by the music. Adorable much? but yeah, I think I made a mistake by not seeing their whole set.

Sunday

Sunday seemed to be loaded with great acts. Loaded, I say!


Frightened Rabbit - This was my 2nd favorite act of the weekend. They're Scottish, and they play their music ridiculously loud. And the drummer looks like Animal from the Muppets, only angrier. I thought they sounded a bit like the Frames, only with more kick to them (and less sappy modern musical). I heard a lot of people site this band as a highlight. I concur.

The Thermals - I had only heard one song by them, but LOVED it, so I was pumped for them. They're a three-piece, and seemed to try to create a time machine back to 1994 with their choice of bands to cover (Sonic Youth, Breeders, Nirvana, Green Day). Thanks to them, I don't have to see Green Day in order to see "Basketcase" performed live! Thanks, Thermals!

Grizzly Bear - I felt sorry for them, because during their set, the Flaming Lips were setting up, and everytime Wayne Coyne came out onstage, the crowd cheered like crazy. Occasionally Grizzly Bear grabbed everyone's attention, but for the most part, their ethereal rock sort of killed time until the madness that would be the Flaming Lips.



The Flaming Lips - I'd never seen them, and had heard that their either wackycrazyawesome or spend so much time being wackycrazyawesome that they don't get around to playing a good rock show. Well, on this night, they were WACKYCRAZYAWESOME!!! Wayne spent a bit too much time explaining that they always play what the fans want, and would prove it by noting what number each song fell on the request list. Yeah! They played #25! Still, they came out to a crapload of confetti, and had girls dressed as kitties and frogs dancing on stage. There was a whole construction site motif (as I'm sure you guessed by the kitties and frogs) so their roadies were in orange construction gear and the whole set was orange as well. Wayne had a camera on his mic (I'm assuming this is a common practice of his) and each song had an accompanying video. They even had MTV-era Jon Stewart and 90210-era Tiffany Amber Theissen introduce them. But back to the show. It was a great way to end the weekend. Wayne was constantly pausing to bask in the glory, and yes, there were giant balloons. But they also played musical instruments. I liked that part too!



Best Performance: The Flaming Lips
Best New (to me) Band: Frightened Rabbit
Band I Regret Not Seeing: Japandroids
Band That I Assume Molly Ringwold Loved: M83

There you have it, another successful Pitchfork. Were you there? What'd you love/hate? How many feathers did you wear?