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On the Popularity of Carlos Santana

A lot of you out there may think you like Carlos Santana. A lot of you are wrong. Dead wrong.

You think you like Carlos Santana. You think, "He’s a great guitarist." You think, "I’m really into his sound."

You don’t like Carlos Santana.

I know, I know. You think you do. But ask yourself this: why do you care at all about Carlos Santana? Why did you first want to buy his latest album? Is it because… you read about him being one of the greatest guitarists of the last few decades? Is it because… you were interested in his exciting mix of guitar rock and Latin rhythm?

Let’s be honest. You heard of Carlos Santana because you saw him on MTV with the Matchbox 20 guy. You think Carlos Santana is great musician because MTV said, "Carlos Santana is a great musician." Then they said, "His exciting mix of guitar rock and Latin music is really a very exciting mix indeed." And you said, "Yeah. You know that’s really… yeah."

You don’t like Carlos Santana. He doesn’t even sing on his songs. For every other band in the Universe, you only care about the guy who sings. Pearl Jam: Eddie Vedder, Bush: Gavin… something (I wanna say Gavin McLeod, but that’s the guy on Love Boat), nSync: that main nSync guy who sings a lot. Never in your life have you been listening to a song and thought, "The guitar work on this song is wonderful and I like this song because the guitar work is so good and interesting." You remember songs when the words are catchy and they play them on Top 40 radio and MTV. That’s fine; I don’t knock it. That’s a valid way to decide to like music.

But you don’t like Carlos Santana. You like Rob Thomas maybe. And you like Wyclef. But really you only like them because they were on MTV a lot too.

Anyway, the next time you say to someone, "Yes, I’m a big Carlos Santana fan; he’s a great musician." Stop. Punch yourself in the face, and go download "Black Magic Woman" off of Napster.

Porter

On Wealth and Sadness

Keanu Reeves can’t act, right? I mean, that’s clear, am I right? Here’s this guy, who can’t act, and yet he’s a big famous actor, and he gets lots of money for acting. Which he’s bad at. Acting, that is. Not getting lots of money. He’s quite good at that. But see, I don’t think that’s a difficult trade. I’d like to think with minimal training, any of us could be pretty good at receiving large amounts of money.

Apparently not. I saw a thing on TV the other day, oh, let’s say I saw it on Oprah, for the sake of argument, and it was about people who suddenly come into large sums of money (by winning the lottery, getting an unforeseen inheritance, falling into a huge pit of gold, etc.) and who are very sad because of it. All of them were all depressed. Some of them had spent all their money very quickly and were now (shudder) poor again; some of them were just (sniff) overwhelmed by the large amount of money.

Well, boo-freakin’-hoo, OK? What am I, supposed to sympathize here? With these morons? "This man was lucky enough to win $15,000,000 from the lottery, but now he has nothing because of some bad business decisions. And so he’s very sad now. Feel for him." Bad business decisions? Like what? Like, "Hey, I think a good idea for a business would be to, like, get a bunch of money, oh let’s say…. $15,000,000, and then we’ll pour lighter fluid on it and burn it! Yeah! Great business idea!" Or "Margeret never even leaves her house these days, her stunning 15-bedroom villa in the hills of Belgium, she nevers leaves it because she’s so torn apart by how the money has changed her. She cries every night, into her $34,000 silk pillow." Well, sure, money’s gonna change you! Sometimes for the worse! You know how you can console yourself? That’s right: with the huge amount of money! Did you lose your friends? Buy new ones! Can’t find love? Buy concubines! Shunned by your family? Have them killed! It’s the American dream, people!

I also recently saw a Behind the Music on the band TLC. Apparently, they didn’t plan out their tour right or something, and despite being the number one group in the world one year, they had to declare bankruptcy. How can you plan so poorly, that despite selling over five million albums that year, they had to declare bankruptcy. "OK, T, if we sell five million albums, we just don’t break even, we’ll need to sell 70 kagillion if we wanna break even." "Yeah, L, that sounds good." "There’s no such thing as a kagillion!" "Shut up, C."

But I really just want to focus on a line from the documentary. Here it is:

"That year… the members of TLC… only took home $50,000…. each…. after taxes."

(CUT TO shot of TLC girl crying) "It… (sniff)… it was just so hard…."

Now, I added in "after taxes", but other than that, that is verbatim what appeared on that program. Who does the media think is watching this? The majority of people in the world don’t even make near $50,000! They make it sound like there should be a freakin’ Save the Starving Popstar Fund. "Oh, it’s so sad… those poor girls… despite the fact that three times my annual income forces them to tears, I feel sorry for them. Honey, get the checkbook!" "A rat ate the checkbook." "Stop complaining, honey, at least we’re not TLC! Walk a mile in their shoes!"

In the end, I think the problem here is, the wrong people are getting rich. We need people who can handle this money. People who can persevere if, God forbid, they are struck with millions in lottery winnings. I want to be that person. Oh, I know… it’s a tough thing to take a stand on. But it’s something I believe in. If you’re unfortunate enough to win the Pick 6 drawing and get stuck with $70M, I’ll take the burden. If you have a rich grandma who leaves you millions in their will, I’ll weather that storm for you. I’ll take care of all your money woes. Just forward the money right to me. Porter Mason, T.J. Monkey’s. And… shed no tears for me. This is something I want to do. For the good of humanity. Plus, if I get rich, maybe I can hang with Keanu.

Porter

On Being Rivers Cuomo

If I could control the forces of nature using my evil powers, I would use this power to become the lead singer of Weezer for a day. Yeah, I’d like to be Rivers Cuomo for just one day.

First thing I’d do is sleep in because I bet I’d be tired because it’s tough being Rivers Cuomo.

But eventually I’d get up in the morning and have some toast. Maybe watch a little Regis.

As I was watching I’d think of 125 new songs.

And then I’d call up the other guys in the band and be like, “Hey guys, I just wrote 125 new songs. You wanna come over in my garage studio and record ten new albums and release the albums and make them readily available and release the b-sides in America, so our fans don’t have to spend lots of extra money on import CDs, and then go and do lots of concerts, like enough so that everybody who wants to come see us could, and they wouldn’t have to waste their money on scalped tickets or tickets on eBay, and they could all come and see us and buy our t-shirts, which we could also sell online for a reasonable price, and then after we do all this, how about we all go out and get a beer because we’d deserve it.”

And then I’d be like, “Also, we should really send Porter Mason one of those ‘Undone’ singles, you know, one of the Australian import ones, that has ‘My Avaline’ on it? We should just, you know, as a band, you know, as a band, well, we should make that a top priority.” And as I was saying all this I’d write another 212 songs.

And Brian would be like, “Cool.” And Mikey would be like, “Rock it.” And Pat Wilson would be like, “Yeah, that’s cool, but we really ought to send Porter a whole bunch of autographed posters, I think, too, and some of the vinyl singles, ’cause those are badass, and we should also just send some hot chicks his way, too, if we have the opportunity. Because, that guy, he bought my Special Goodness album, and he’s gonna buy the new one, and I mean, he’s cool, and he just doesn’t get enough play.”

Pat Wilson’s awesome, man.

Anyhow, they’d all agree to do all this. And they’d be like, “Rivers, man, damn, you sure got your shit together, man. I’m stoked.”

And I’d write 78 more songs. And I’d say, “Oh, by the way guys, on these new albums, you guys should write some stuff, too, because you’re really talented, and we should put the best songs on the album, you know?”

And they’d be cool with that. And I’d say good-bye. And then Matt Sharp would call me up, and I’d be like, “Sorry I was such a dick to you when you were in the band, and was such a dictator, but you were sort of a big dick to me, so anyway, even-Steven?” And he’d say, “Cool.” And then he’d say, “Man, if you talk to Porter, tell him his ‘Getting By’ single is on the way, and a few hot chicks. Man, that guy should get more play.” And I’d agree. And I’d write 2345 more songs.

And then I’d go get some pizza. And then I’d watch Cosby reruns. And then I’d write 45,330 more songs. And then I’d go to sleep.

The next day, the guys would all come over to Rivers’ house, ready to record, stoked about the new direction of the band, and how productive he’d gotten. And he’d not know what the hell they were talking about. And he’d say, “Get the hell out of here, I wanna watch more TV and be misunderstood and reclusive and what-not.”

And I’d never get my Undone Australian import single. Or my posters. Or my vinyl singles. I might get hot chicks. But probably not. But at least, for that one day, the world would’ve known what it would’ve been like to have a productive Rivers Cuomo, an excited Rivers Cuomo, a non-insane Rivers Cuomo.

Sadly, while I do have evil powers, I can not use them to control forces of nature. So this will never happen.

But at least he finally did get his shit together, and they toured. And they toured again. And now they have a new album coming out (complete with b-sides that will be available only on imports). And it’ll be out May 15th.

And right now, if you listen real well, and try real hard, you can hear him. You can hear Rivers Cuomo of Weezer. You can hear him on tour in Japan. You can hear him yellin’ “simple pages in my mind.” You can hear him leaving the stage after the show. And if you listen real close, really really close…you can hear him…writing 200 new songs.

Glorious day, indeed.

Porter