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Win Bumbershoot Tickets. Explain the 2000s

To celebrate Bumbershoot’s 40th Anniversary, so far we’ve tested you on the depressing ’70s, the Reaganized ’80s, and the apolitical (we thought) ’90s.

Now comes our final question. There hasn’t been a decade since the 1970s (when even Fresca commercials were political) in which everything was so culturally and politically charged. A decade that began with a contested presidential election and the calamitous 9/11 terrorist attacks on New York and D.C. gave way to historic headline after historic headline (and not in a good way): Iraq, Abu Ghraib, Guantanamo, domestic surveillance, deficits; Katrina; and the Wall Street fiasco.

It all ended with a formal rejection of President Bush’s divisive politics (thanks for that, Ken Mehlman) and the historic Obama election—and all of this against the blinking background of the new app age.

Just whoa. If you had gone to sleep in 1966 and woken up in 1999, you wouldn’t have been too shocked (OK, maybe Crystal Pepsi would have startled you). Woken up in 2009? You’d be dumbfounded. It was a jump cut decade.

This week’s essay: Name a tectonic-plate-shifting song (musically speaking) that matched the historic decade, and explain why it was inspired by the tumultuous times.

Send essays to Wes@publicola.net—be sure to put “Bumbershoot contest” in the subject line.

Full Bumbershoot schedule here.  Full Festival details here.

Go.




  • http://www.joeszilagyi.com/ Joe Szilagyi

    Yep, the thing that makes me want to go see live music at Seattle Center is an image of a naked Iraqi POW in a dog collar being tortured by a dwarf woman with an ugly bowl haircut.

  • Barleywine

    That was taken on Cap Hill last weekend.

  • http://www.joeszilagyi.com/ Joe Szilagyi

    I miss all the good parties.

  • Josh Feit

    The 2000s were ugly, Joe. Very ugly.

  • http://www.joeszilagyi.com/ Joe Szilagyi

    Between crocs, uggs, snuggies, muffin tops, and pants so tight they nearly cause necrosis of the flesh, you’re right.

  • http://www.joeszilagyi.com/ Joe Szilagyi

    Johnny Cash, Hurt.

    The song (yes, I know the Trent Reznor original version was from the 1990s) basically encapsulates the 2000s. Read the lyrics; they’re interpretative as hell about the 2000s.

    I hurt myself today
    to see if I still feel
    I focus on the pain

    The Constitution going down in flames with SCOTUS giving away the presidency.

    the only thing that’s real
    the needle tears a hole
    the old familiar sting
    try to kill it all away
    but I remember everything
    what have I become?

    Post 9/11.

    my sweetest friend
    everyone I know
    goes away in the end
    and you could have it all
    my empire of dirt

    It’s time for a United States crusade to the Middle East and piss away the remaining goodwill we’d had left as the champions of all that was good and decent versus the bad guys in WW2.

    I will let you down
    I will make you hurt

    I wear this crown of thorns
    upon my liar’s chair

    Bush.

    And so on. You can easily co-opt this to our financial situation. Or the NSA wiretapping AT&T’s backbones illegally. Or us sending CIA agents to kidnap citizens off of Italian streets. Or the ACTA treaty being worked up on the sidelines (bet you guys haven’t looked into that one, yet–not local, but terrible). Or immigration/AZ. Or any number of things from this decade.

    Back-up: Lady Gaga, Telephone (extended video version).

    Because, fuck it. The 2000s are a lost cause and the only remaining option is to poison everyone’s maple syrup and dance our asses off over the bodies.

  • DOUG.

    Are dudes eligible to win?

  • Barleywine

    Face it, DOUG.
    The best people won (and we lost).

    But there’s still time for you to knock my socks off. Last chance.
    Tuck the penis between your legs and give it all you got, bro.

  • Josh Feit

    It sure does look like all the winners have been gals.
    Karen Hedberg won the ’70s contest with her essay on “Seasons in the Sun.”
    Cara Vallier won the ’80s contest with her essay on Don Henley.
    And Serene Careaga won with her essay on Riot Grrls.
    I think Wes is sweet on the ladies.

  • Barleywine

    I loved ‘em all.

    Can’t wait to read the latest. Sweet contest.

  • http://twitter.com/wgwalton Wes Walton

    Hey now…

  • http://43rddemocrats.org Michael M.

    The correct answer is no. That’s why I just pontificate using obscure songs from Canada. w00t!

  • http://43rddemocrats.org Michael M.

    I call bullshit.

  • Jakers

    I’m not going to write an essay on it, but I’d say B.O.B.

  • Selma

    Abu Graihb and Katrina. Oooh, Publicola, you’re so edgy.

    Like the 80′s, the 2000′s were about making as much money as possible, damn the catastrophic consequences. Any thought about doing the right thing was thrown out the window, pretty much summarily throughout the decade.

    As such, the only possible song to define the decade would be “Get Low” by Lil John et al.

  • Josh Feit

    Nah, never you mind Abu Ghraib. I think it’s that we’re subbing for Crosscut’s Knute Berger on KUOW tomorrow that makes us edgy, Selma.

    Um… Edgy?

  • DOUG.

    Wes Walton has worse judgment than a drunken frat boy on vicodin.

  • http://43rddemocrats.org Michael M.

    I think I figured it out – no women submitted, so he couldn’t decide.