Hearsay: Wednesday, December 26, 2002
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One thing that is always fashionable is cute young people acting non-cute and world-weary — like the folks in Theater Fire. By virtue of the band’s recent set at the Wreck Room, it’s obvious that a thoughtful disposition, which some folks may mistake for melancholia, can still be believable and tasteful behind the aegis of hi-tech musical gimmickry. Touching on somber hues through weird percussive effects and Wall-of-Sound guitars, Theater Fire speaks the language of the dispossessed and the disenchanted going all the way back to that swingin’ couple, Adam and Eve. And the plaintive wail of a trumpet will just make you wanna bawl or hug the person next to you. The only weird thing: HearSay’s on the town, like, every night — where’s this band been hiding? Well, their next gig is Jan 31 at Rubber Gloves in D-town with Pleasant Grove and the outfit formerly known as Legendary Crystal Chandelier, LCC. Try not to miss it.

Think You’re ‘Yet’?

Rock critics often rightfully come under fire from snobby linguists for being unoriginal and for also frequently employing generic adjectives in the service of description. “R.E.M’s new album is fantastic!” “Nelly’s new album is the best thing I’ve heard since I was three!” Etc. HearSay has never been one to go for the catch-all phrase, but since this type of writing seems to get snobs riled up, your faithful columnist is going to get on the boat. What will make HearSay’s excursion into the land of the trite and true palatable will be HearSay’s use of a new, cool, never-before-seen-in-print generic descriptive term of HearSay’s own making (with some help from a friend). Background on the new word is this: As a young lad in Ohio, HearSay’s buddy (a fellow scribe; let’s call him Proley) was at home getting baked one day with a friend before happening upon a kitchen-table conversation between two Slovenian matriarchs. All Proley heard was one of the old ladies saying to the other, in a disdainful voice about a third party (not present), “He thinks he’s yet.” What? Yet? Proley and his buddy repaired to another part of the house to continue getting high and begin debating what the hell “yet” meant. The two came to the conclusion that Yet is a state of mind in which one is cool only when one is unaware of his or her coolness. Determining Yet-ness takes a lot of contemplation but, overall, it’s a subjective business — just like reviewing rock records. So consider this your warning: The next time you see “yet” in this column, used as a generic modifier, don’t write HearSay back complaining that it’s unoriginal. Generic? Yes. Unoriginal? Hardly. Yet? Definitely.

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