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Hippies, though admirable and well-intentioned, often compensate for their excellent politics with profoundly lousy art. Which is a real bummer, as our current political situation is profoundly lousy as you might have heard, we're living through one epic backlash against the '60s and liberal democracy and yadda yadda. Meanwhile, the past few decades of progressive mewling have really only amounted to Bravo's programming lineup; the revolution may not be televised, but Project Runwaywill be.
So, yeah, let's say you're a musician setting off to make a record about the times. Do you take the hippie route and make something like Neil Young's recent Living With War a painfully on-the-nose bit of classic rock with, unfortunately, all the staying power of a Sean Hannity sound bite? Or do you set your mind to a different task?
"I've never been that interested in recording the sound of me getting something off of my chest," says the contemplative singer-songwriter M. Ward, calling from his touring hotel room in Sheffield, England. "I'm much more excited and enthusiastic about the idea of recording a record that's maybe gonna last a little while."
For some time now, Ward has been doing just that. The 32-year-old came up in the '90s in San Luis Obispo, California, with the understated roots-rock band Rodriguez. Late in the decade, he went solo and started bouncing around the country, and in 2000 released his debut, Duets for Guitar 2, on Giant Sand journeyman Howe Gelb's label. Since then, he's settled in Portland and put out four more records, all the while honing his surprisingly distinct brand of dusky, sparse indie-folk blues. His latest is called Post-War.
Obviously, this is a record that has something to do with our current sociopolitical quagmire. And yet, curiously, there's not one reference to anything literal, to anything that's actually happening. What Post-War offers instead are songs like "Chinese Translation," one of Ward's best (superfans might liken it to "Helicopter," from 2003's Transfiguration of Vincent). The song rides some jaunty guitar strumming and brushed drums, and tells the tale of a chap who goes to see a wise man to ask him, "What do you do with the pieces of a broken heart?" And the wise man basically says, "That reminds me of the time I went to a wise man to ask him, 'What do you do with the pieces of a broken heart?'" And then the wise man's wise man says the same thing, etc. Elsewhere we find the sweet-swinging sing-along "Rollercoaster," with its playful ragtime piano; the foot-stomping, she-done-me-wrong hoot "Magic Trick" (co-written by My Morning Jacket's Jim James); and the charging Daniel Johnston cover "To Go Home," featuring backup vocals by Neko Case. And then there is the title track, and for that we will require a new paragraph. Several, actually.
"Post-War," like the album it anchors, has everything and nothing to do with war. A slow dance bathed in fluttering Rhodes chords, it's the record's most beautiful, heartbreaking tune (what "Fuel for Fire" was to last year's Transistor Radio), and it exemplifies exactly what this record has to do with what's on your TV screen (well, not the porn). But to explain it, we need to get a little wanky. Ahem.
Let us now travel back in time to when we were kids playing the game that every kid plays: tag. There were precisely two locations in tag the ether wherein you could be tagged, and the ether wherein you could not, called "safe." Safe what a concept! You're on your block or in that park nearby with the rusty basketball hoop, and you're playing tag, and your friends are trying to get you, and there's that one friend who's totally faster than you and he's It, and he spots you and starts chasing you, and you get that resounding, quite tangible pulse that courses through your whole body, the sensation that tag experts refer to as the Feeling of Being Chased, and so you're running, sprinting, and it's like whomph, whomph, whomph, whomph, but then then! Safe! You touch safe and that's what you fucking are, man. Safe. You're safe.
M. Ward's music is safe. There is the real world with its parking tickets and the war and George Bush, and then there is this place where Ward's music comes from, a place the keening anxiety that seems to define these times cannot intrude. There's the Feeling of Being Chased ("war"), and then there's Safe ("post-war," and thus Post-War). And all the hippies with their platitudes even you, Neil are trying to pretend that safe is just a protest away, but it's not. Safe isn't left or right, Air America or Rush Limbaugh. Safe is the product of private meditation and focus. (Which, when you think about it, is precisely what children are practicing when they play some really good tag.) And safe is what Ward is trying to express with his music, and he does a really good job at it, not because he's out there making judgments about what's right and wrong, but exactly because he's not. "I know that everything feels wrong/I've got some hard, hard proof in this song," he sings in "Post-War." And the proof? Is it the knocking of the thought police? No, man, the proof is the song itself, the weight of it, the way the chords suck you down it actually sounds like the man has a block around his ankle and he's swimming up, against the tug of it. And it's beautiful that way, too, the light twinkling atop a surface just out of reach: "I'll know when everything feels right/Some lucky night."
"All of the records for me are living in this naive fantasia where people care about each other's well-being," Ward says. He speaks with the kind of slow, reflective grace that you just obviously figure he would, and he treats every question like it's the most thoughtful thing anyone's ever asked him. He's just a really sweet dude. "It's a crazy, absurd fantasy that is the best place to write these songs in."
Now I'm not saying you retreat entirely into this idealized utopia, or suggesting that you don't protest and stop caring. What I'm saying is we're in kind of a situation here, still at war, and it's actually, almost unbelievably, getting worse. We need some new ideas we need to get creative. And in order to feel creative, we have to feel safe. You have to feel like there's the possibility of another world, a safe world, which yes, yes, of course will evolve and dissolve and disappear, which is where we're at now. But then you just re-imagine a new one, and you slouch toward that. And perhaps that, truly, is how you live with war.
"No one's really interested in bridging the gap," Ward says. "It's more an interest in fighting the Rush Limbaughs and Bill O'Reillys of the world, which is really important to do because I can't listen to that stuff for even a second. But I guess I'm most interested in hearing the opinion of someone who has the creativity and the intelligence to make a peaceful statement."