Carver Country

Thursday, December 29, 2005

this ain't a love song

No, this blog entry is not about Bon Jovi's rock ballad. In fact, you dislike that song. A lot. So there. Rather, the following is spurred by Anthony's introspection of Chinese ballads, i.e., the 分手以后 (post-breakup) / 爱已到了尽头 (love has ended) / 你不再爱我 (you don't love me anymore) / 我不再爱你 (I don't love you anymore) / 为什么背著我爱别人 (why did you lie to me about him/her) / 不再相信你的山盟海誓 (no longer believe your pledges & oaths of eternal love) / 希望你会永远快乐 (wish you will forever be happy) / 和他在一起会更幸福 (you're, or will be, happier with the other person), etc., types of love songs. You refer to these as '哀怨情歌' (literal translation: 'grief [and] lament[-type] love song').*

This entry is also not about Love, its gain or loss, nor regurgitating the printed wisdom (ahem) of self-help gurus like Leo Buscaglia and John Gray. (Tip: Save your money and read Anthony's musings instead, hah.) It is instead a series of three questions about the Chinese ballad phenomenon: (1) Why is such a high proportion of Chinese pop music of the 哀怨情歌 genre? You do not have statistics to support your suspicion, but most of the hits you can recall are such ballads. This stuff is usually designated as the title and/or opening tracks of Chinese pop albums, receive the most promotion as 主打歌, and is arguably the lifeblood of the Chinese -- by this you mean China, HK, Singapore, Taiwan, etc. -- music and karaoke industry.

Back in the days when record companies allocated smaller budgets -- compared to the present -- toward album promotion, it was a matter of identifying the one or two songs that would create the most bang for the buck. Therein lies the rub, the perennial magic formula: the more Love hurts, the more it sells. Love may be all around, but the 哀怨情歌 is the lynchpin of the Chinese music airwaves. It is nectar for the rejected, many of whom gravitate towards the latest hit tragic ballad, (if) only to inflict yet more torment on oneself. 还不够凄凉, 需要自己折磨自己? Do the lyrics really teach us lessons we have not already learnt? Getting Carver-esque here: If the listener-lyricist relationship is a conversation of sorts, then what is it we talk about when we talk about Love?

(2) Don't they have happier or more pressing topics to write and sing about? Do they -- meaning the songwriters, producers, singers -- wallow in perpetual depression? God forbid, do they actually enjoy indulging in melancholy? Now now, you're not expecting the Chinese to, say, go country and start singing about their old beat-up-but-still-reliable pickup truck / conversations at the bar / the morning after / the town they grew up in / camping, fishing, hiking / their kind of woman, are you?

Well, not entirely. You do admit that the "I'm a little past Little Rock, but a long way from over you"-type of country music also garners a lot of airplay. But there is something about those pickup trucks, something about the town people grew up in. Something about the landscape. And where, too, are the social commentaries? Bruce Hornsby (not a country artiste, but a favorite singer-songwriter), for example, wrote and sang both 'On The Western Skyline' (landscape) and 'The Way It Is' (unemployment and discrimination).

Chinese (singer-)songwriters are incredibly conservative about the range of topics addressed, compared to their Western counterparts. There have been exceptions now and then, such as albums by 崔健 Cui Jian and 郑智化 Zheng Zhi Hua. You hardly think market demand is the sole explanation for the relative lack of 另类 alternative genres in the Chinese music industry. You suspect, but cannot pin down, a correlation with 'structural' conditions like the social / political / intellectual / cultural environment.

This leads to your third question: (3) Is 哀怨情歌 so deeply rooted into Chinese mainstream culture and the Chinese psyche? There are, of course, love songs in just about every language. But you, as a 华人 ethnic Chinese, wonder nonetheless if this has become part of The Chinese Way.

*P.S. 哀怨情歌, when karacroaked to one too many times, may have contributed to a few suicides. Shudder. (The social scientist in you thinks the breakup is the confounding variable. That is, the song does not cause the suicide. Rather the breakup causes both the choice of song, and also leads to the decision to make the last three parts of 生离死别 [birth, parting, death, final separation(?)] a permanent state of affairs.) Warning: This grasshopper is henceforth not responsible for anything that happens after a depressed and lonely human listens to, or sings 黄乙玲 Huang Yi Ling's '爱你无条件' (Loving You Unconditionally).

P.P.S. No, seriously, you think 台语 Taiwanese (福建话 Southern Fujian / 闽南语 Min Nan dialect, to be more exact) love ballads, of which '爱你无条件' is a notable example (see lyrics below), sound much more tragic than their 国语/普通话 (Standard) Mandarin and 粤语 Cantonese (the Southern Guangzhou dialect) counterparts. It's got to do with how the dialect sounds.

爱你无条件 爱我用心肝
不管别人按怎讲 相信我爱的人袂变卦
爱情无条件 缘份全看破
为你牺牲这呢大 甘讲你爱我去死才知疼
啊 我不甘 我不甘 我不甘爱你爱甲将你送别人
缘份还袂完 怨恨己经满 山盟海誓原来是一埸梦
啊 我不甘 我不甘 我不甘得不到你我嘛不愿放
有你是怨叹 无你是黑暗
哪甘目 金金 看你去爱别人
爱你无条件 恨嘛无条件
不管别人按怎看 我己经决定陪你到永远

P.P.P.S. You just thought of 民歌餐厅 music bar-cum-restaurants, where several singers and songwriters ply their trade before finally getting their big break, but you have never been to one, not even '木船' back home. No direct linkage to the subject matter of this blog entry, but worth keeping in mind.

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Wednesday, December 21, 2005

Nostalgia: Ultima

You used to play computer games. Years ago. Before online gaming. Before the first-person shooter craze, and the obsession with frame rates and LCD monitor response times. (Though you did play the granddaddy of all FPSs, Wolfenstein 3D.) You enjoyed adventure and fantasy role-playing games. For the former, think Space Quest [wiki], featuring Roger Wilco, the antihero who taught you the existence and meaning of the word "janitor".

As for the latter, you remember these series: Might and Magic, Wizardry, Advanced Dungeons & Dragons: Forgotten Realms [FAQ] [wiki], and most vividly, Ultima [wiki] [info portal]. You bought Ultima IX: Ascension -- the "Dragon Edition" no less -- when it was released in 1999. But never did install it, due to fear of the reported bugs, and what you decided was an inadequate desktop system configuration then. But you do not consider this to be one of life's little regrets. Because you did play Ultima VII: The Black Gate, and The Serpent Isle, and found them utterly enjoyable. (Your memories of Ultima VIII: Pagan, are better left in one of Roger Wilco's trashbins.)

You wonder if these games have been ported to current OSes, for current system configurations. Hooray, because googling reveals Ultima: The Reconstruction, a site dedicated to keeping track of ports and new developments. You are drawn to Exult, the Ultima VII port project.
screen shot from http://exult.sourceforge.net/screenshots.php
Nice. You think you will revisit Ultima in the summer. Exult requires an original copy of The Black Gate and/or The Serpent Isle. You are now glad you bought the Dragon Edition for Ascension -- it includes The Ultima Collection (I to VIII) as one of the extra goodies. Heh.

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Saturday, December 17, 2005

turn back the clock and remember: Clark Datchler

You shamelessly, uh, draw upon shyuech's blog for inspiration. It is winter time in The Land of the 3 Cs, and grasshoppers do hibernate. So, no pictures of the world outside, until March 2006 or so. So, what to do? How about digging through one's CD collection and writing the first of a series of short entries about certain singers and their hard to find albums that you consider yourself lucky to own? You are sure shyuech will enjoy this one in particular.

First up: former Johnny Hates Jazz vocalist, Clark Datchler, and his post-JHJ solo album, Raindance. A 1990 release under Virgin Records. You bought it at Chua Joo Huat (Far East Plaza) years ago. You have yet to put up a scan of the album cover, but googling turns up at least two discographies: [1] and [2]. Thanks to info from JHJ/Datchler fan, John Berge, you learn that this is not Datchler's first solo release.

  1. the state of play
  2. drowning my sorrows
  3. crown of thorns
  4. close to the edge
  5. it's better this way
  6. the last emotion
  7. raindance
  8. heart of hearts
  9. true confessions
  10. autumn years

Your favorite song from the album is "Crown of Thorns". You think its lyrics resonate quite ironically and eerily with current world affairs:

Holy men talk of hunger
while standing beneath a cross of gold
And there are preachers on the TV
in their thousand dollar suits, who sell your soul
...
To think you died for what you believed in
only to be exploited and used
Now you're supermen from the promised land
just a vision of Hollywood
...
So many countries torn by their idols
Too many prophets screaming for blood
And they only hear what they want to hear
when it comes to God up above

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Friday, December 16, 2005

They Wrote Their Own Songs

shyuech's notification that Bananarama have released a new album, has spurred this grasshopper to recall a whole bunch of pop acts that found fame primarily during the 1980s. Artistes -- and this word is used quite deliberately -- most of whom wrote their own songs. Oh, okay, those that relied fully upon formulaic, SAW-type songwriting and production, such as Big Fun and NKOTB, need not apply.
  • ABC
  • A-Ha
  • Blue Mercedes
  • Breathe
  • Bros
  • Brother Beyond
  • Climie Fisher
  • Crowded House
  • Deacon Blue
  • Duran Duran
  • Fine Young Cannibals
  • Go West
  • Hue and Cry
  • Johnny Hates Jazz
  • Level 42
  • Living in a Box
  • Prefab Sprout
  • Spandau Ballet
  • Tears for Fears
  • Wang Chung
  • Waterfront
  • Wet Wet Wet
  • Wham!

Nor have Depeche Mode, Erasure, Human League, OMD, Scritti Politti, to name a few, been forgotten. U2 are in a class of their own. Not too shabby for the Dark Ages of Music.

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Thursday, December 15, 2005

Why "Carver Country"?

Raymond Carver's short stories, which you read in high school, left a very deep impression. His minimalist approach and subject matter painted a starkly different portrait of the American landscape. You began to wonder what people's lives were like, what their fears and aspirations were, what the atmosphere at a diner is like, where and when you would get to see a gazebo, and so on. No more relying on the mainstream media, no more fictional TV shows -- you had to see it for yourself. Bob Adelman's photo documentary book, "Carver Country: The World of Raymond Carver", heightened your curiosity even more.

You arrived in this country in August 1998. You try to visit every diner you come across, and have seen two gazebos so far. And you hope you have, even if it is little by little, begun to understand people a lot more.

Hence, the title of this blog.

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