Boogie for Bush!

Dubya and Franz Ferdinand have made it OK for white guys to dance

It all seems so clear now. Ninety years ago, Archduke Franz Ferdinand was assassinated, tripping off the guns of August and World War I. Doesn't that shit just make you want to dance? Well, it made Glaswegian art students Alex, Paul, Robert and Nicolas want to dance. Rather, it made them want to make you dance. Sort of. Let's back up.

Singer Alex Kapranos was tooling around his hometown of Glasgow, Scotland, after stints in the Blisters (you've never heard of them) and the excellent Yummy Fur (you might have heard of them) with nothing much to do. A friend from another Glaswegian group, Belle and Sebastian, handed Kapranos a bass with instructions to "do something good with it." He felt charitable, so he decided to give it away. He called up longtime chum Robert Hardy and taught him how to stroke its four strings.

Robert and Alex found themselves at a party one night when someone stole Alex's vodka. There was some pushing and shoving, and voices were raised. But instead of throwing a punch, Alex asked a question. "Do you play drums?" The offender said yes. His name was Nicolas McCarthy. They became fast friends.

Now that's a knife: The boys in Franz Ferdinand ponder the cutting edge.
Now that's a knife: The boys in Franz Ferdinand ponder the cutting edge.

Over the next few weeks they grew close enough for Nicolas to admit that he played guitar, not drums. That was fine. Alex was sure his chap from Yummy Fur would take the job. His name was Paul Thomson, and he was in such dire financial straits that he'd had to sell a chunk of his ass to medical researchers. It's true. Just read any story ever written about the band.

The four boys started holding illegal parties at an illegal bar they called the Chateau located in an illegal abandoned warehouse. It was all very illegal. Alex even did some time. They grew quite a reputation before even plugging in their instruments. They started practicing for their first gig at an all-female art show; from day one, they were on a mission to make the estrogen-heavy crowd move. They wanted to shake some asses and get the party started.

Like a Scottish version of C&C Music Factory, they discussed their mission in band meetings before ever plucking their first note. Anyway, that brings us back to Franz Ferdinand (the Archduke). Sort of.

Ordinarily, straight white American males don't like to dance. They think it's gay. You might find a few here and there who profess to love shaking their shit, but that's because it's gotten them laid a few times. No bushy = no dancey.

Euros, on the other hand, love to dance. Perhaps this is because they're born with a backpack full of house beats and enough good club drugs not to be so damn self-conscious. Whatever the case, they move their moneymaker and do so often. Franz Ferdinand are Euros.

It takes a lot for American SWMs to get on the dance floor. The aforementioned bushy is required, as are a few shots of 100 proof. Even then, there may be resistance. This hesitation lifts only when the pop artists who set our trends make dance "cool" (read: everyone is doing it).

White dance movements in America have cropped up during the troubled times in our nation's history. Artists react to these dark times by creating bright music. The White Dance Renaissance occurred, of course, in the 1980s when people were frightened that AIDS was the new bubonic plague, the gap between rich and poor grew wider, the murder rate edged higher and higher and Black Monday kicked Wall Street square in the balls. During this time, bands were so poor they traded in their Strats for synths, fired their drummers and cooked up canned beats. They were united in dance against the common enemy: Ronald Reagan. Just as today they all hate the smirking Dubya and his perpetual war on terror.

Now, whatever your stance on Reagan and his decade, or on Bush and his first (last?) term, no one without an ax to grind would disagree that most artsy types thought the dudes were assholes. Whether they were right or wrong isn't the point--they still painted the '80s pop-art reality. Carter's term of staggering inflation, kowtowing to Islamic terrorists and gas shortages gave birth to the disco era. Lyndon B. Johnson's elevation of our presence in Vietnam caused the hippies to take brown acid and do that horrible twirl they do. It's bipartisan. It isn't new. But it is true.

Here's where we look at the inverse. When trendsetting pop artists perceive times as being fair to middling (remember, they will never perceive them as great or even good--these are tortured artists we're talking about) they make harder, less danceable music. This explains a prosperous, happy-clappy Clinton era that started with Nirvana and ended with 1 million nü-metal Papa Roachers crying on disc about how Daddy left. And when has anyone ever cut a rug at a Korn show?

But when that bullet struck Franz Ferdinand and touched off a war it also got the flappers flapping and the jivers jiving. It was the dawn of the jazz age--some people credit Prohibition and those bathtubs full of gin, but how does that explain how jazz got so popular in Weimar Germany, where the beer and schnapps flowed unchecked? At any rate, today four young men have adopted the slain Austro-Hungarian leader's name and now taunt us with disco dance beats and sturdy, sturdy songwriting.

And were the times better Stateside, if we had wooden Al in the White House and had September 11 been foiled, they likely would be only a European phenomenon, like the Stone Roses and Happy Mondays and all that Madchester stuff that never crossed the pond with any force.

Their next radio single is "Michael"--a song so wrought with homoerotic undertones they've become overtones. It's as though they're daring us to fight the current and teasing us with a life vest made of this song.

"Yeah," Franz Ferdinand taunt, "what if it is about sucking cock? Try. Not. To. Dance."

It's almost enough to make you hope for Four! More! Years!

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