Like Lumbering Giants in a Shameful Parade



Why "YOU ROCK!" May Never Actually Be True

"Music is spiritual; the music business is not." - Claudio Monteverdi


     On a hot, dry night in June, amidst a fog of hookah smoke and booze, a group of friends burst into song.  Led by the seemingly omnipresent Ricardus, and accompanied by an unknown combination of fake guitar and synthesized drums, echoes of the words "Say it ain't soooooooo..." fill the air. Though the sounds are artificial, the feelings that they elicit are not.  
     No one is silent.  
     No one is moving.  
     No one is judging.
     No one is sober, but that's beside the point.  Or maybe it is the point.
     What began as an attempt of four guys trying to watch Game 7 of the NBA Finals has turned into an excuse to play pong, an alcohol-induced, smoke-filled, sweaty sausagefest, a rager of epic proportions.  The few that are not playing pong are in the living room, and the sounds of Rock Band never cease.  The hoses and the controllers continue to exchange hands, and all are content.
      "Oh, I love this song!  I love Weezer!" Rich exclaims, and a cloud of smoke echoes its agreement.  In a few short seconds, the entire room will be yelling the chorus at the top of their lungs.  Well, almost the whole room.  The one girl and the one guy who doesn't know the lyrics sit on opposite couches, little half smiles on their faces.  Their eyes never lock, that might be awkward, but the feeling remains.  Right now, everyone, the four guys at the pong table, the three guys playing instruments, the one guy who can't put his phone down, and the one chick who wishes she was somewhere else, right now, we all feel like rock stars. 

    
     The games Guitar Hero and Rock Band are very cleverly named; when one plays them, they feel like a guitar hero, they feel like they're in a rock band.  What the makers of these games know, and what the players will never fully realize, is that playing GH/RB has nothing to do with making music.

     I once tried to explain to my roommate how I'm "so good" at playing "those triplet things."  The first thing I explained was that they weren't triplets, they were an off-beat, two-sixteenth/one-eighth combination.  He had no idea what I was talking about.  "The lines," I said, "represent the beats.  You can tell the way that they are spaced that they're not triplets.  Plus the sixteenths aren't on the beat."  
     
     "What the Christ are you talking about?" he asked.   Five (long) years of studying music, is the only answer that I have.
      
     You see, I'm a musician.  Well, I can claim to be; I have a diploma that says so.  I COULD claim to be "pretty decent" at Guitar Hero,  but there are many out there who are far better out there than I am.  The problem is that I attempt, at every opportunity, to make a correlation between the two.  The larger problem is that there is no correlation.

     No, I don't play guitar, but I have taught my share of guitar classes/lessons.  No, I don't play bass, but I know my way around a cello.  No, I don't play drums, but I can (almost) do a paradiddle.  No, I don't sing, and no, I won't ever harmonize as well as Blood does.  None of these things take away from the fact that I can pretend to strum and hold down three fingers, or slam on an "electronic drum set," or sing along to a series of relative pitches in such away that Rock Band or Guitar Hero thinks that I know what I'm doing. 

     Should I ever make this claim to a serious Guitar Hero player, they will inevitably ask me how many times I've beaten "Through the Fire and the Flames,"and I will be forced to answer that I have never beaten it, and they will scoff in their musical superiority; they will ask what instruments I play, and I will say "All of them."  I will ask what they play, and they will say, "I don't play anything."  

     The irony of this situation is not lost on me.

     I'm not saying that all good Guitar Hero players end up being terrible musicians.  I know a guy named Andy who, one day, picked up an out of tune Banjo, and played the Dueling Banjos song from Deliverance (both parts) and maintained the correct key.  HE TRANSPOSED DUELING BANJOS BASED ON HOW THE BANJO WAS TUNED.  Then, we went home, and he absolutely obliterated "Cowboys From Hell" on Guitar Hero.  I stared in awe, and he just shrugged.  "That was fun."  Andy is also the bass player of the best Rock band you've never heard of, and sings for a bluegrass group.  He shouldn't really count, but I like telling this story.  Also, I think Andy just understands the ultimate purpose of games like Rock Band and Guitar Hero: sometimes, it's not about proving you're a great musician, sometimes it's about having fun.  That's probably the only thing Rock Band and Music have in common: sometimes, they are just fun.

     Sometimes they're not.
   
     Three or four days before I began preparing for my senior recital, a girl I had dated for a (short) while, and with whom I was (for reasons unknown) madly in love, broke up with me for no reason.  This resulted in me opening my recital with a piece of music that can really only be described as "angry."  I played that fucking sonata three hours a day, seven days a week, for 5 months, but it was good to take my anger out on something non-tangible.  At the end of the day, though, I still needed something to get my mind off of her.  It usually ended up being Guitar Hero III: Legends of Rock, usually a mix between "La Grange," "3's & 7's," and "Cliffs of Dover."  

     But an odd thing started to happen.  I started to get better.  At both.  I came within one note of an FC of "3's & 7's," and the hardest lick of my recital (measure 9 of Scaramouche) suddenly became easier.  Something was becoming clear: while there is (definitely) no music involved in GH/RB, there is (certainly) technique.  Because of Guitar Hero, there is very little that I can do on the saxophone that involves the five fingers of my left hand.  Where music becomes involved is where it starts to get hairy.

      The only things musical about Rock Band or Guitar Hero the whammy bar on guitar, and the drum fills on drums.  Those are the only two things left up to the player.  Everything is not only pre-decided on, but deemed "wrong" if you play it incorrectly.  Hell, you lose points if you over-strum, playing extra notes.  I once received extra points - for my whole band, not just for me - for playing extra notes in a saxophone solo.  The magic of music is that every performance is different, no matter how hard you try to replicate something.  The magic of Guitar Hero or Rock Band is that it is exactly the same thing every time.  

     In Guitar Hero, if you want something different, you have to play a different song.  In music, if you want something different, you just do it differently.  In Rock Band, if you do something wrong, the game will tell you.  In music, if you do something wrong, it's probably still right.

     I once told a student of mine that the best thing about music is that, once you play a note, you don't have to worry about it anymore; once someone hears it, you can't go back and change it, it's out of your hands.  On the contrary, if you miss a note in Rock Band, all you have to do is hit start, down strum twice, hit the green button, upstrum once, hit green again, and wait for the song to start over.  Ask anyone who's played "Welcome Home" with me.  

     No matter how hard Harmonix tries, Guitar Hero and Rock Band will never be more than just video games, with an infinite number of re-do's.  Anyone who expects to get any music out of it is out of their dome.  But, no matter how hard someone like me tries, no amount of studying classical music makes me a rock and roll star.  Anyone who stands on a stage and plays Bozza's Divertissiment and feels like Slash is probably a ritard.


       
     I played 98% correct notes in "Welcome Home" not too long ago, the highest percentage of correct notes I've ever played for that song.  A year prior, I played about 96% correct notes in my senior recital.  Of which do you think I'm more proud?  If you guessed my recital, you guess absolutely correctly.  Granted, there were far more notes in my recital than in "Welcome Home," and when I played that song, and when I played that many right notes, I felt like a God damn rockstar, and I liked it.  

     Also, I was completely trashed.  But that's not the point.  Or maybe it is. 

Ignorance is Bliss Until They Take Your Bliss Away...

Learning it the Hard Way

"Even if I know I shall never change the masses, never transform anything permanent, all I ask is that the good things also have their place, their refuge." - Richard Wagner

     311 has been my favorite band since before I saw a boob for the first time.  Now, I know that this may come off as a surprise, but that was a long time ago.  I think I was 9 the first time I heard 311 on MTV (15 when I saw a boob, but whatevs.)  9 or 10, I don't remember.  I know it was hot as balls outside, and it was a Monday.  Why I remember that it was a Monday is beyond me, I just know that it was.  It was probably 2 or 3 in the afternoon (given that we were inside watching MTV and not outside doing some senseless, boring chore) and it may have been raining, but I doubt it. They were undoubtedly preceded (or followed by) either "Doin' It" by L.L. Cool J, or "Killing Me Softly" by the Fugees. 

      The song was "Down," and it ruined my life.

      When you're that age (you know, before titties,) everything new only ever seems "awesome."  This song - rather, the video - at the time, was awesome.  Now, there is nothing that is really cool about this video (five dudes dancing around and a fat guy floating) and there is nothing fantastic about the song.  I just knew that I didn't want it to end, and when it did, I eagerly awaited the next time it would be on.  If only Ozzie knew.

      I ended up watching a lot of MTV that summer.  Fortunately, MTV still played a lot of music back then, but unfortunately, they still played a lot of bad music.  It took a while before I was able to see it again.  Actually, it took so long that "Don't Stay Home" had a video, and I immediately liked it better than "Down."  Not because it's necessarily better (which it is) but because it was different.  I didn't know it yet - and I still don't, to an extent - but deciding that "Don't Stay Home" is better than "Down" would, on one hand, seem like an easy decision.  On the other hand, it pretty much puts into perspective everything we do in life.

      I spent all summer waiting to hear one song, and when I finally heard a different one (albeit by the same artist), I completely forgot about the former, and immediately sought after the latter.  I learned the hard way that a) "Down" is a terrible song, and b) that sometimes it takes finding something better to realize that what you have is not really that great.  I failed in hearing "Down" a hundred thousand times that summer (which was my goal,) but I was successful in obtaining an album I would listen to two hundred thousand times (no easy feat), and because of a song I liked merely because it was not the same shit as everything else I was listening to.  And that band has been my unwavering favorite since.  Success out of failure, amirite?

     The crux of my conundrum is that, now when I listen to 311, I am listening to the same old shit.  (This is not to say that in 1995, 311 was so far ahead of their time that when music caught up they would seem obsolete, because this is clearly not the case.  Maybe in 1989 when they all had hair and REM was still popular, but not in the mid-90's.)  It's not been a long time, but music has changed since then, I have changed since then, and 311 still pretty much sucks.  I'm learning the hard way that I need to find a better band to know everything about.

      No matter hard I try (or don't try), I don't think anyone will replace 311 as my favorite band.  This is not altogether a bad thing, I guess.  One day, a bunch of years down the road, my kids will ask what kind of music I like, and when I tell them, they will have no idea what I'm talking about.  I'm sure of it, 311 is not timeless, and their time will one day end.  The ebb and flow of my musical tastes strongly correlate with the ebb and flow of my life.

      Right now, The Offspring's "Conspiracy of One" is blasting from my computer speakers, and I mean blasting.  I can say without hesitation that, though I may enjoy this music (emphasis on may), I cannot fathom the Offspring ever becoming my favorite band.  This is the problem: every band I ever listen to gets compared to 311.  And because I listened to 311 for so long, no one ever comes close.  Even if I actively want a band to be more enjoyable to me, they still come up short.

      I went through all the stages.  Before I discovered 311 ("Three Hundred and Eleven," as I called them for about two weeks) Nirvana was my favorite band, on account of the fact that I knew them by name and knew that one song. I started listening to Pink Floyd in my freshman year of college, but that seems like sort of a waste of time, having never watched The Wall while baked out of my mind.  This was followed by my short stint as the world's "Worst Led Zeppelin Fan."  You can't be a Zeppelin fan if the best part of "Stairway" is not the fact that "Misty Mountain Hop" comes on right after it.  I delved into Metallica for some (retarded) reason, and actually liked St. Anger; one can only guess how long that lasted.  When I became an alcoholic, I started listening to Rage, because that's what Luke always listened to.  That dude's voice always drives me crazy, though.  When I finally grew up and found out that the dudes in Muse aren't freaks, (thanks, Guitar Hero 3 for having Lars Umulet as the default avatar for "Knights of Cydonia,") I started listening to them.  I still like them a lot, but The Resistance was quite the letdown.  Nowadays it's Queens of the Stone Age and Them Crooked Vultures in a neck-in-neck tie with each other.

     If there was a moral to this story, I'd say it right here.  If I had a point, I'd say it plain.

     Everyone goes through stages in their life, and even something as arbitrary as musical taste is always something we look back on, sometimes fondly, other times not so much.  No matter how hard I try, even if I find a better band, 311 will always be my favorite band.  Or, at least, that's the way I will remember this stage of my life in the future.  I've seen a lot of boobs since that first time (and they've all been fantastic, thank you, ladies.)  Some I remember more fondly than others, and some have been difficult to get over.  They all have a place in my past, and, somehow, they will all be worth it in the future.

     I don''t know what the future holds, but I do know that it's going to be difficult to move on from 311, no matter how easy they might make it for me. 

It's All the Same, No Matter Where You Are

What Makes Music Good, part 3

"If a thing is worth doing at all, 
it is worth doing badly." 
Gustav Holst

     
     Studying music has ruined popular music for me.  

     I realize that this is a horribly pretentious thing to say to anyone who has not studied music, but I stand by the sentiment.  And, to be perfectly fair (and honest,) studying music has ruined all music for me, to an extent.       

     HTT, Here's The Thing:  I can write an eight page paper on a book I've never read (Frankenstein) while listening to the London Symphony Orchestra play The Planets, get an A on that biotch, and not think anything of it.  That's just how I roll.  Passive listening is easy, and everyone does it, no matter how hard they try not to.  But, if I sit down and actively listen to, say, Shostakovich's Symphony No. 5, two things happen: a) I don't get shit done for a week, because b) I'm depressed for a week.  I know why this happens to me, and I know why it happens to three or four other people, and I know why this will not happen to you if you do happen to have clicked on the link above.  

     What will happen is this: you will click it, it will open a new tab in your Firefox (or your Internet Explorer will open, causing your computer to crash, or your Safari will open up on your Mac, and you will still be a douchebag,) and you will listen as you read, just as I am listening as I write.  You will not listen to it, hearing every note, played by every instrument.  You will not see the incredible motions of Mravinsky's conducting, nor will you see the epic faces he makes.  You will not know when it is over, because you will have stopped listening long before the piece has come to any sort of climax. 

     Let me be clear about one thing, first.  You don't have to pretend, it's OK.  I sort of tricked you.  There are only three people on the face of the earth who know more about this Symphony than me, and one of them wrote it.  I have written a dozen (completely different) papers on it, I have written a conducting map to it, and I've conducted it into a mirror more times than you probably would like for me to admit. I don't need to actively listen to this piece to attain the affect it has on me, it just happens.  But it happens from years and years, and several thousand listens, where all I have done is listen.  That is more than I can say for any other piece of music ever written.  To say I have actively listened to every 311 song thousands of time is completely fathomable, while utterly preposterous and comical, to say the least.  

     But I could if I wanted to, and this is the reason studying music has made enjoying (most) popular music for me virtually impossible.  
     
     It's difficult to explain to someone who has never really listened to a song before.  So that's what we're going to do.  We're going to listen to a song, and I'm going to break it down for you, and I'm going to list all of the reasons it's awesome.

     Ok, ready?  Here we go.  


     "Gunman," by Them Crooked Vultures (Them Crooked Vultures.)

     0:00 - 0:03: Very interesting choice of intro, if you ask me.  It's very quick.
     0:03 - 0:10: This riff is badass.  And it's playing a trick on your ears.  It sounds like continuous guitar, but it's not, half of it is bass.  It's very deceptive.  Also, does Dave Grohl have three feet?
     0:11 - 0:11:  The tag at the end of the riff is sweet.  Stop-time is almost always awesome, but it's always better when it's over before you realize that it actually happened.
     0:12 - 0:54:  First verse.  The lyrics aren't really about anything, which is fine.  The fact that the vocal line is different from the riff - which continues without losing any intensity - makes me happy.  There's also lots of space between each line of lyrics, allowing the riff to come through to the front quite often.  Josh changes the quality of his voice towards the end, and it's awesome.  The turn-arounds (every 4 bars) done on the drums are very simple, but they add so much to the sound of the verse.
     0:54 - 1:17:  Key change and chorus.  This is in a different key, but it's a relative key, which is why you can't really tell.  (It might even just be a tonicization of the dominant, which would make it twice as difficult to notice, and ten times as awesome.)  The riff goes away, and the accompaniment becomes much more calm and broad, but the vocal line becomes more intense without getting any faster.  The drums turn into a bare-bones beat, and something tells me it's so Dave's arms don't fall off.  It's not an altogether interesting chorus, and it fits with the song, but it's still different.  And not in a bad way.
     0:17 - 1:20:  Return of the riff.  The song immediately goes back to its original intensity, and no one is any the wiser that it has changed (there's more of it in the bass.)  Is that a siren in the background?
     1:21 - 1:22:  THAT is a strange tag to the riff.  It's almost a halfway mix between the original intro and the stop time tag.  (I've tried to write out this rhythm a thousand times.  Nothing.  No idea.)  The band is, at this point, doing equal parts keeping the listener on their toes and fucking with you.
     1:22 - 1:39:  Guitar solo.  No, it wasn't a siren, it was the start of the guitar solo, not at all where you expect it to be, and not evident enough that you actually hear that it has started.  It's also not too long, not too short.  It's not one of Josh's best, but he's clearly done worse.  It fits really well both rhythmically and melodically with the riff.  
     1:39 - 1:56:  Verse 2.  Yes, the guitar solo continues, but in more of an accompanying manner.  With that exception, this verse is almost identical to the first one.
     1:57 - 2:22:  Verse 2B.  The riff and pulse stay exactly the same, but Josh changes it up by singing in a different way, and the second half of the guitar solo makes a reappearance.  The turn-arounds on the drums here are different, too, and the tag that signals the key change again is different from everything we've heard, but similar enough that you don't notice.
     2:23 - 2:56:  Chorus.  Identical to the first one, but Josh seems to be hitting those guitar impacts a little bit harder, no?  The turn-arounds (no, I can't get enough of these) are different too, yes?  Yes, they are.  They add a lot of intensity to the chorus that was not previously present.  This chorus seems to building to something...
     2:56 - 3:05:  Drum break.  Nothing special here.   
     3:05 - 3:11:  Josh enters, singing.  The style and lyrics are completely different.
     3:12 - 3:13:  This is exactly the same as the beginning of the song, but you still get the feeling it's not the same.
     3:14 - 3:21:  Verse 3.  Same music, different lyrics.
     3:21 - 3:38:  Verse 3A.  Similar to verse 2A, but different from it and any previous verses.  It's a lot more intense, Josh is almost yelling.  The riff changes a bit, too.  It's now almost completely done by the bass, with very little guitar being heard.
     3:38 - 3:46:  Verse 3B.  Completely different.  Josh and the guitar (Josh and himself?) are doing a call-and-response type of thing, and it's very interesting.  It's almost a tag, but the tonality definitely lends itself to leading somewhere.  
     3:46 - 4:32:  Chorus.  Same vocal line, different lyrics.  The guitar plays a much more integral part this time around, but you can hardly notice it.  Josh takes the vocal line up instead of down at the end, and we all know how I feel about that.  
     4:32 - 4:35:  Return of the riff.  Almost.  It sounds like it's going back to the riff, then as soon as you recognize it, it does that weird-ass tag, and then does the stop time.  THE TWO OF THEM TOGETHER = AWESOME.
     4:36 - 4:40:  Again.
     4:40 - end.   It sounds like it's going to do it again, then it just stops.  It sounds like it's an abrupt ending, but it is, in fact, the exact rhythmic opposite of how the song started.


     That was fun.  And I bet you thought you were listening to the same Verse-Chorus-Verse-Solo-Verse-Chorus song you hear every day on the radio, twice on Tuesdays.  
     
     Music like this is what makes music interesting.  The lack of it is what makes popular music so boring.

These Are The Good Old Days, I Don't Care What They Have To Say

A Song-by-song Review of 311's Uplifter.
     
     I know this is not "Why I'm an Idiot" fart 7 or whatever, but I don't care.  That post is coming, and this one needs to be done.  Today is the one-year anniversary of the release of Uplifter and in three posts-time (roughly a month, at my rate,) this post will most (likely) be remembered as "retarded," and "non-canon.*")  Information found in previous posts do still apply, however.  Deal with it.
     
     ANYWAY, this is a review of 311's NINTH studio album, Uplifter, (technically) released June 2, 2009.  I will review (sometimes at length, sometimes with one or two words) each track, followed by a short overall analysis.  This is my first attempt ever at something like this, so just bear with me.  Yes, it is playing right now, thank you for asking.  Also, I had an extra week, as it leaked the last week of May before release, and I downloaded the shit out of it.  Obv.

Here we go.


     Hey You.  Ok, so in February or so, 311 released this video, and it made me lol.  It also got me mildly excited for this song.  Then the album came out, and this song opens it.  Overall, it's catchy.  The riff is really neat, but it's lifted (no pun intended - Ed.) straight out of "Don't Tread On Me," (Don't Tread on Me.)  The first thing I notice about this song is that Chad's drums sound terrible, and that if Nick keeps singing about how great everything is, I might throw up.  There are some nice moments here, and the song is indeed quite catchy (and then Nick shouts "MUSIC!" at the tail end of it, and I skip to "It's Alright,")  and the stop-time during the last chorus is awesome.  I probably may not have opened the album with this track, but I guess it makes a decent single.

      It's Alright.  Chris gave me the best review of this song a while back: "Yeah, there is nothing tangibly good about this song."  Done.  I didn't get a chance to mention this previously, but the vocal line for the chorus is in the same rhythm as the guitars.  WTF is that?  Laaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaame. 

     Mix It Up.  This song starts out promising, sounding like it could fit on Transistor, then Nick starts singing... and never really stops.  He's really just saying the same shit over and over and over.  Kinda reminds me of my dad.  The vocal line of the chorus is similarly boring as above (starting to notice a trend here) and the song never really climaxes the way it totes could.  

    Golden Sunlight.  I.  Love.  This.  Song.  I really can only describe it as "epic," and "awesome."  The hook is gentle, as is Nick's singing, and though the song is CLEARLY directed at Nick's wife and his soon-to-be daughter, these lyrics seem legit, and not... the same old shit.  The heavy guitars that accompany the chorus make this a pretty distinctly old-school 311 song, and whatever they did to the drum kit for this song they should have kept.  When chorus 2 makes an appearance, it almost always gives me chills, as well as SA's epic breakdown in the bridge, which clearly was taken from what probably would have been a terrible song.  I am going to use this in a marching band show as my ballad.  Book it.  Great song.

     India Ink.  This is another song that got myself and fellow BBers excited.  The riff is familiarly 311, yet unique in it's own right.  Then Nick fucks it up by singing again (another trend?)  The change in the riff is cool, perhaps I would have capitalized by changing the verse a little bit, but whatevs.  The chorus defines the word "lame," and just when you are about to give up hope... is that... a sitar?  IT IS A SITAR.  "Oh, so that's why it's called 'India Ink.'"  The bridge is OK, but IT'S STILL THE SAME LYRICS.  Then it ends, and it doesn't matter.

    Daisy Cutter.  I definitely feel like I should like this song more, I don't really know why I don't.  It has an interesting opening, and the drum entrance is my second favorite musical moment of the whole album.  I guess this song just falls into the category of, "Once You've Heard the First Verse and First Chorus, You've Heard the Whole Song."  Because it's true.  And the bridge is lame.  Yeah, now I remember. 
       
   Too Much Too Fast.  Well, they got this one half right, I guess.  This song is not too fast, but it is most definitely too much.  SA does some good singing, but my guess is that Nick wrote the lyrics.  FML. 

      Never Ending Summer.  This is the song I would have opened the album with, and indeed, 311 opened every show of their summer tour with this song.  I guess?  It's a neat little anthem.  The song is totally not even worth it until miT's EPIC guitar solo during the bridge.  So good, it's a screamer unlike anything he's done in a while (Thanks, Bob Rock.)  

      Two Drops in the Ocean.  There's really no need for you to listen to this song.  

      Something Out Of Nothing.  The intro is familiar ("Freeze Time," from Soundsystem) and the riff is decidedly badass, as is SA's rapping on this song.  And, if you can hear the chorus without listening to it, it's pretty neat.  The lyrics to the chorus were CLEARLY written by Nick (please stop) but this time around it's not enough to ruin the song.  A short solo by Tim saves it.  His second solo (which follows the second verse and chorus) saves it further, and is far superior to the first one.  This song would be the nuts on Guitar Hero.  Not bad.

      Jackpot.  This riff is so weird that it's awesome.  (Woo!)  This song was obviously written to be played live.  Nick is rapping again, and not about his wife, which makes me happy.  This is overall a good song, but the chorus is borderline super-lame.  There is a lot to this song that is really really good, but the chorus comes close to ruining it all.  Again, if you can hear the chorus and not listen to it, this is a great song; there are a lot a lot of distinct 311 things in here, and it's exciting to hear that they're still capable of maturing, but still writing an old-school track.
       
    My Heart Sings.  We know, Nick.  Go solo, so I don't have to listen to it.  
  
      I Like the Way (Deluxe Edition Bonus Track).  The lyrics to this song are actually pretty fun to sing.  I don't know why this is a bonus track, it fits right in with the album: cool instrumental, lame chorus lyrics, a bridge that's just not enough... not enough to call it great, but good enough that you wouldn't call it bad.

      Get Down (Deluxe Edition Bonus Track).  Finally, a song with some depth.  You can't listen to this song and not know why it's a bonus track: it's good.  Truth be told, the first time I heard this song, about 20 seconds in, I was like, "Yeah, I don't like this song," AND SKIPPED IT.  Then, next listen through (roughly an hour later,) I let it play through, and found out that IT FUCKING ROCKS.  This song would fit on ANY of 311's first 4 albums, most likely Transistor.  The progression of the song is great, and the message isn't the same shit from the rest of the album.  And, thank God, they FINALLY made good use out of the bridge. 

      How Long Has It Been (iTunes Album Pre-Order Bonus Track).  Not long enough.  This song is not good.

    Sun Come Through (Amazon.com Bonus Track).  People give this song a hard time, but it is very clearly the best song on the album.   Everything about this song is effing awesome.  I'll just let you listen to it.  It's a great step in a great direction, and I hope much of what 311 still has to offer is in said direction.




     OVERALL ANALYSIS.  I listen to this album a lot, but I don't really know why.   
      

*The only exception being that I've abandoned the Songs in Italics and "Albums in Quotations," because I'm an idiot.  Go ahead and reverse that.  Kthx.