Messin' with the future
Centuries from now, archaeologists will dig up the remains of our society and come to many astute but erroneous conclusions.
First of all, they'll surmise, we worship a pantheon of gods led by a giant mouse either named "Mickey" or "Disney," depending on which school of archaeology you consult.
Second, we are apparently fixated on bright red swirls and envision them covering everything from the actual bodies of the models in the Target commercials to the blenders, lawnmowers and handbags they push and/or tote. While some historians will argue that these are religious icons, others will herald them as the "beginning of the end" -- the pock marks of some collective, incurable consumption.
Last but not least, they'll come to the inevitable conclusion that the proliferation of backwards "R"s in, say, the Toys "R" Us sign and the reaming, tattered CD covers and concert posters heralding the band Korn point to a distinct subculture. (Ok, for the sake of convenience, this band allows their name to be written as "Korn," but they flip that "r" around whenever they can -- in posters, covers, etc. Same goes with the toy store giant.)
These revolutionaries refuse to bow down to a diminutive rodent and select Jeffrey the Giraffe (the Toys "R" Us mascot) as their high priest. Further, the philosophers and archaeologists divine, this furry icon of innocence serves as the yin to the yang of Korn. Thus while Jeffrey finger-paints and these funk metalheads revel in loud, crashing noises and hardcore guitar leads, the universe remains in balance.
Although it's hard to imagine the main refrain of such Korn mega-hits as "ADIDAS" being ambiguous ("All day I dream about sex") their lyrics will be dissected and theorized upon, played backwards in search of secret messages and eventually released to the public in elegantly packaged box sets . . . perhaps as part of a future-PBS fund drive.
For now, however, Korn is locally synonymous with 93X. Special guests Chevelle, Skindred and Instruction will join Korn for this historically significant concert, a.k.a. the 93X Butterball 2004.
Wednesday, Nov. 24, 7 p.m. Target Center, 600 1st Ave. N. $30. 673-3865.
The music of tomorrow
Here's your chance to see some of the area's up-and-coming talent. Students from the String Department at the MacPhail School of Music will be showing off what they've learned this year at a free concert in MacPhail's 4th-floor auditorium.
Tuesday, Nov. 23, 7 p.m. MacPhail School of Music, 1128 LaSalle Ave., 4th-floor auditorium. Free.
At first blush, it's difficult to know what to make of Courtney Yasmineh's debut release, "Sufi Line." The first track is called "Soda Pop Girl," but the album itself is put out by Stupid Bitch Records. Before you conclude that this is the work of a heathen, however, check out track number 5, "Live My Life in the Light Now."
Of course, Yasmineh doesn't look like a church-going girl. Her fishnet-covered gams steal the show on the pastiche cover. And although her bright eyes gaze with catlike curiosity from the back cover, her reddened lips are left just open enough to convey a come-hither look.
As odd as it may seem, however, this seeming identity confusion reflects the content of the album itself, which centers on embracing one's self in all of its various facets. Thus Yasmineh sings soul and gospel with a chanteuse sensibility, and seamlessly fuses acoustic and electric folk.
In the end, she sounds a little like a Midwestern Natalie Merchant, albeit without Merchant's range, but with a scratchier, perhaps sultrier voice. (Check out samples from www.courtneyyasmineh.com to judge for yourself.)
Tuesday, Nov. 23, 8 p.m. Fine Line Music Caf/, 318 1st Ave. N. $10. 338-8100.
The "Courtney Yasmineh" write-up was written by sue rich.