A little take on Rolling Stone's parlour game, for the Globe and Mail 
     in Toronto.
     
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     THE ESSENTIAL RECORDINGS OF THE '90s
      by Greil Marcus et al
      Rolling Stone, May 13
     Reviewed by Carl Wilson
     
     ... In which Rolling Stone rushes to judgment in order to beat every 
     other magazine to the end of the year. Hey, if you were about to 
     release a brilliant disc in the later months of 1999, don't bother.
     
     The section is launched by Greil Marcus's brief essay on the 
     magazine's Artist of the Decade, Kurt Cobain of Nirvana. This one's no 
     scratch on his definitive RS piece after Cobain's suicide in 1994, 
     merely re-running Marcus's patented line on negation in American music 
     via the epochal Smells Like Teen Spirit. It covers the "artist" part 
     well: "The song is . . . definitively unsettling and a definitive 
     release." But what Marcus misses is the "decade" part: Yes, Cobain 
     dominated a two-year time span, but how did he affect the next five 
     years?
     
     In fact, especially in death, Cobain rendered the decades-long 
     underground-vs.-mainstream debate obsolete, forcing us to hear 
     everything from Garth Brooks to Pavement as doubled - inherently 
     self-subverting. Rock's resulting aporia cleared the way for hip hop, 
     as well as for teenyboppers untainted by that original sin. And that, 
     in brief, plus Soundscan, gives us the chart Babel of 1999.
     
     Not to mention the Babel of RS's nineties-recordings list, a 
     scattershot rundown on dozens and dozens of albums and afterthoughts 
     on singles (including "Top 10 Songs About Your Butt"). The selections 
     divide evenly between the obvious (PJ Harvey, Beastie Boys, Dr. Dre, 
     Beck), nice surprises (Iris DeMent, Yo La Tengo, Belle & Sebastian), 
     and absurdities like Hootie and the Blowfish, Peter Wolf, Billy Joel 
     and anything Touched by a Jagger - the latter few pulled straight from 
     editor Jann Wenner's personal rolodex.
     
     Without the guts to confirm or deny any aesthetic agenda, lest someone 
     feel left out, Rolling Stone's list suggests that Wenner's real artist 
     of the decade is none other than Bill Clinton. And when Marcus quotes 
     Cobain saying that he used to expect to be voted "Most Likely to Kill 
     Everyone at a High School Dance," there's a haunting sense that the 
     decade has come full circle - and that Cobain is the least of the 
     betrayed.

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