By Kelly Dearmore
By Jim Schutze
By Rachel Watts
By Lauren Drewes Daniels
By Anna Merlan
By Lee Escobedo
By Alice Laussade
Not that I'm totally prepared to bite the hand that feeds my family (and you need something to sell back in order to buy what you really want). Sleater-Kinney's One Beat, Badly Drawn Boy's About a Boy, Missy Elliott's Under Construction and N.E.R.D.'s In Search Of... are all doing exceptional pro bono work in the car's 10-CD changer. The first beats The Rising for post-September 11 commentary, the middle has more to say than BDB's "proper" 2002 release and the latter two prove the hip and the hop can make lowbrow art soar to exquisite heights.
But rare is the insurrection that takes place while everyone's watching (and listening); the true revolutionary does his or her dirty work under the cover of darkness. It just happens: One day you wake up and Christina Aguilera's jamming with the Strokes or Britney's singing over the Skatalites, and suddenly a cruel world seems a little friendlier. You don't know how it happened, really, or who's responsible--someone named Freelance Hellraiser, like a music-biz or journalism superhero--only that the road blocks have been torn down to reveal a freshly paved interstate that stretches past the horizon.
Most of what got me hot and bothered came after a long day of hunting and returning with fresh kill--something downloaded, something illicit, something long-ago buried and recently retrieved from an excavation site, something purloined and purchased under the counter. (Strange, but at year's end, what reminded me of how much I love rock and pop was a book about rock and pop: Nick Hornby's McSweeney's-published Songbook, a sort of musical autobiography in which he writes, among so many other things, that the first time About a Boy meant anything to him was when he heard the soundtrack to the movie based on his own book; strange the curves life in the batter's box will throw you.) In all their grousing about the decline in CD sales, industry bizzers miss the point completely: Why buy stale product from the grocery-store shelves when there's plenty of fresh produce to be bought and borrowed from the back of a farmer's pickup or the side of the road?
For some reason, my year-end bests feel sturdier than those celebrated in years past. Maybe it's the peek some provide behind the velvet curtain of creation; found here are demos of old standards and some that should be. Or maybe it's the inventiveness of the anonymous troublemakers who fashioned new music out of old trash; I may be growing weary of the mash-up, but the virgin still finds them beguiling and not a little taxing. And, damn it, there's something special about a year when Oasis stops covering the Beatles and owns up to its debt to the Who, God rest John Entwistle.
Bootlegs, Mash-Ups and Other Acts of (R)Evolution: What began as a trickle in 2001 turned into a flood come 2002: one un/official disc (Soulwax's 2 Many DJ's, legit in Belgium but not elsewhere), one wholly illicit comp (The Best Bootlegs in the World Ever..., which stretches it but not by much) and hundreds of other monster mash-ups spread across dozens of clearing-house Web sites credited to the likes of Go Home Productions, Ultra396 and the aptly named Bastard Pop. Too many favorites to name, too many missteps to recall, but in all a brilliant year for bedroom geniuses swiping from pop's past to craft a delirious future in which Missy Elliott busts one over Joy Division's "Love Will Tear Us Apart," Britney does it one more time with the O'Jays' "Back Stabber," Basement Jaxx loses its head to the Hives (and the Talking Heads, even better), Madonna turns in a "Bittersweet Symphony," Public Enemy does "The Charleston," Iggy Pop pushes it real good with Salt 'N' Pepa, Prodigy gives it up for "Independent Women" everywhere, Kool Keith took Cheryl Lynn to a disco and Eminem cuddled up with Morrissey (and everyone else, pretty much). "If you think about it," writes Nick Hornby in his Songbook, "bootlegging is more democratic than punk." And more danceable.