I had the extreme pleasure this week of paying a visit to the DMV, an experience that always fires up the somehow still existent Primus areas of my brain (as in: "I've been to hell, I spell it/ I spell it DMV/ Anyone who's ever been knows precisely what I mean..."). In any case, chances are you've been yourself once or twice, and if the musical offerings piped out over the loudspeakers made any impression on you at all, it was likely one that made avoiding a return trip to the DMV even more of a point than it already had been, not unlike the last time you went to a dentist's office or a mall.
By that comparison, I suppose my experience could have been much worse. Whatever oddball satellite/DMX channel they were tuned into was mercifully devoid of anything that sounded much like American Idol, nor was there any of what it is that passes for "country music" these days. I'm pretty sure I heard a random boy band, though, as well as an '80's anthem ("What I Like About You," performed by The Romantics, as it turns out), but it was what followed the ballad from Swedish duo Roxette that was most baffling. Chalk it up to the DMX people mistaking it for something from Dexy's Midnight Runners or Born In the U.S.A., or perhaps to a bored and subversive programmer's attempt to make the job more interesting, but it was none other than the Arcade Fire, Montreal's finest purveyors of accordion-wielding, suspenders-wearing, revolution-inciting, new-wavish, punk-tinged chamber pop. At the DMV. Call it the perfection of chance or simply someone with a sense of humor, but what song from this year's Neon Bible should be playing but (wait for it)...."Keep the Car Running." Baffled and a little excited, I scanned the room for kindred souls-- I imagined meeting the eyes of someone with an identical "What the hell?" expression on their face and sharing a little moment, but everyone seemed more intent on the actual driving of the car than on merely keeping it running, so I had to keep it to myself.
The thing is, following the initial thrills of hearing the song in such an unexpected setting and being in on the auto-themed inside joke, I began to fear what it all could mean. Should I be happy to hear the Arcade Fire at the DMV or, say, Spoon at the laundromat? Granted, both of those bands have played the likes of Saturday Night Live, so they're not exactly a secret, and Wilco, Low, Cat Power, and Band of Horses, among many others, have all had their music in commercials, but it's another level entirely for the music to be placed on par with the Celine Dions and Nickelbacks of the world. What I'm saying, I guess, is that it spooks me a little when spaces that have previously been well-known as bastions of musical mundanity start to cozy up to the kinds of acts that have always been....mine. Does this make me a snob? Perhaps it does. Mostly I just want the music I love to stay outside the realm of ordinary-- and if it means buying paper towels or getting my teeth cleaned to another Kenny Loggins number, so be it.
As this seems to be becoming more and more common, I'm curious: have any of you had any similarly unlikely musical run-ins? I want to hear all about them. What's your take on this musical mundaning?
Stream: Arcade Fire- "Keep the Car Running"
Posted by jpetersen on Thursday, November 1 at 4:51pm
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