Viva La Vida (acoustic) - Taylor Swift (mp3)
Assault on the Avetts.” His assault is one of the most highly-viewed pieces in our blog’s history, and at 29 comments, it also has one of our highest feedback rates, most of it wishing Bob would jump off a tall cliff. #HumbleBrags
In it, Bob commits the unthinkable act of accusing this lovable band of two crimes: (1) being safe, and (2) being too beloved by Conservative Christian teenagers.
The glory of music criticism is in how a particular trait can damn one band while uplifting another. A style or approach that makes one album transcendent can doom another to complete suckitude.
In an almost-apologia to The Avett Brothers for being swayed by Bob into liking them a little less after his post, I purchased The Carpenter on eMusic last week. I wanted to give them a fair shake, since the only album of theirs I’d owned, I and Love and You, sounded not nearly so cute and deep once Bob had thrown the band into the gallows.
This new album, which has received a preponderance of praise since its release in September, is to my ears a subtle but impressive improvement on their sound from their previous release. While I readily admit that I don’t quite understand why the Avetts have the volume and loyalty of the fan base they’ve garnered (if talent and output is the sole determinant), I also fail to see how some egregious injustice has been done by them just because they don’t make earth-shattering music.
Which is my way of acknowledging that The Carptenter is, ultimately, More Of The Safe. But in an OK way.
Which leaves me wondering, what is “safe” in music?
Most popular hair metal bands from the 1980s sang of women like they were f*#k dolls with capillaries. Was that safe? Was it all that risque, since they all seemed to be doing it? Was Motley Crue being “unsafe” by writing “Girls Girls Girls”?
Is it safe for Taylor Swift to translate every last tabloid-worthy picture into a pop song, to literally play out her too-public romances as if they were merely experienced for the purposes of packaging them into three verses, a bridge and a kickass-catchy chorus?
Truth is, I don’t know what musically "safe" is, and I don’t know what musically "risky" is. Perhaps I’m too jaded; I only know what sells, what gets high critical praise, and what flops. Artists who play safe rarely sell the units of the Avetts. Artists who push too far either make platinum or disappear. As for critics, their opinions have a quicker expiration date than 1% organic milk, so no need worrying over them too long.
Speaking of expiration dates, let’s go back to Taylor Swift.
Taylor Swift is, in my mind, the musical progeny of Lori McKenna. If Lori’s songs speak perfectly to dedicated but troubled spouses in challenging times, then Taylor’s speak to youth. It’s about breakups and the roller coasters of every day’s emotions. It’s about wanting everything, about trying to learn compromise, about shattered illusions and ideals that just won’t go away.
While I secretly believe Taylor Swift might be crazy, or at least off most of her rocker, it’s time we all stop pretending she’s just some flash-in-the-pan pop star. She’s writing her songs, and she’s about to release her fourth consecutive multi-platinum album. There’s not one single song on any of those albums she didn’t write herself.
It’s time to acknowledge it. In ways no other pop ingenue of our time can or has, Taylor Swift is dialed into the experience of young love. And it’s not because she’s just milking cash from it; it’s because she lives it and has the smarts to attack her pain ASAP with a rhyme scheme and catchy hook.
She might not get men in their midlife crises, but she gets girls, and she gets young love, and she writes about it in ways that, whether my generation sees it or not, cuts past the surface. Sure, it’s highly-produced and has a fine sheen, but there’s a reason my tween daughters and their friends have long forgotten Justin Bieber and One Direction and even Katy Perry yet have never strayed from Taylor Swift:
The others are making pop songs; Swift is sharing some real version of herself.
Is it safe? I’m not sure it matters.