Perfect from Now On: How Indie Rock Saved My Life (Hardcover)

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From Publishers Weekly

Sellers, who has written for GQ and the Atlantic, was born in 1970, so his radio was ready when the "indie rock" scene took off in the '80s. Even as a youngster, he had rejected his dad's favoriteBob Dylanin favor of pop music. Before long, he was trying to one-up his schoolmates by listening to only the very coolest bands. As he got older, he drank a lot of beer, went to clubs and even bluffed his way into frat parties. Ultimately, he came to understand his own musical taste: "I required complex, pretty, inscrutable songs turned up very loud to help me avoid thinking that I didn't like myself very much." He idolized many groups, including Joy Division, Sonic Youth, Pavement and Guided by Voices. He collected their music, went to their gigs and even drank beer with Guided by Voices' Robert Pollard. Pollard "drinks capably," Sellers confides, although when he doesn't, that's also "[a]wesome." Sellers carries on debates with himself in footnotes, which can go on for pages (yielding howlers like "Ian Curtis... who hung himself on his coatrack"). More a blog (his blog name is Angry John Sellers) than a book, there's little of lasting substance here.
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From Booklist

Useful as an update and adjunct to Michael Azerrad's Our Band Could Be Your Life (2001), Sellers' memoir celebrates the self-conscious, (often) low-tech, deliberately nonmainstream, alternatively distributed (i.e., outside of the major recording companies' channels) music known as indie rock. Sellers bares his soul from the start--the refreshing opening broadside is titled "I Hate Bob Dylan"--and thoroughly explores what he finds valuable in indie rock and, for that matter, much of life. An accomplished slinger of invective, he provides a rousing evaluation of a phenomenon as ill-defined as its predecessor, alternative rock (alternative to what?), while maintaining the theme of how the mainstream music biz, whenever it's attracted by indie-rock commercial success, threatens to undercut the qualities of the music that its cultlike following most esteems. Spot-on observations and a willingness to name names and ascribe blame as well as credit make this one of the best resources to date on indie rock, whatever it is. Mike Tribby
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Product Details

• Hardcover: 224 pages
• Publisher: Simon & Schuster; 1st ed edition (March 6, 2007)
• Language: English
• ISBN-10: 0743277082
• ISBN-13: 978-0743277082
• Product Dimensions: 8.4 x 5.8 x 1.1 inches
• Shipping Weight: 10.4 ounces
• Average Customer Review: 3.6 out of 5 stars  See all reviews (16 customer reviews)
• Amazon.com Sales Rank: #650,181 in Books (See Bestsellers in Books)

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8 of 9 people found the following review helpful:

5.0 out of 5 stars Perfect mix of nostalgia and musicology, March 16, 2007

By	T. Macek - See all my reviews (REAL NAME)

This book really surprised me. It surprised me, in that, the subject matter was completely different from what I had expected. For anyone who is of the age that grew up listening to bands that used to be known as college rock and later indie rock, this is a real trip down memory lane.

Sellers uses a mix of autobiographical anecdotes as well as an obsessive base of knowledge of bands that span everything from the early days of MTV (R.E.M, The Cure, The Smiths) to the coming-of-age/college years for many Gen X-ers and bands such as The Pixies, Pavement, and The Stone Roses.

Unlike prior works by Sellers, this book is much more of a narrative of the author's life and the great importance and influence music has had on him. A good dose of band histories, best-ofs, interesting facts are mixed in, without being an over-the-top, ultimate guide to the genre.

Instead, the story is one that translates to anyone who ever was completely blown away by U2's War or The Stone Roses' first album or for anyone who can identify as a period in their life in which no other music mattered (as in "That was the summer of The Replacements").

Sellers admits that he will obsess over a band (see later chapters on Guided By Voices) to the point that he finds himself hopelessly tracking down every album, EP, and factoid about his particular band du jour that it becomes a compulsion to consume everything in his life, be it Dinasour Jr. or Husker Du or Pavement....a cycle that ends with John's ultimate allegiance to GBV, ending in a near-doom experience with the band for which he would most likely sell a kidney.

I found myself laughing out loud while reading this book. It's an amusing narrative with a college rock station soudtrack. But, it's also an important insight into growing up, coming of age, and realizing what awesome power music has on shaping your experiences and your memories.

11 of 15 people found the following review helpful:

1.0 out of 5 stars Disappointing...., August 1, 2007

By	J. Satawa (baton rouge, la) - See all my reviews (REAL NAME)

To any true music fan, there is often times as much joy in debating the relative merit of one artist against another as listening to the music itself. I suspect that is true with most things (sports talk radio comes to mind). That is why I was excited to read this book. Going in, you understand there you are not getting anything that is plot driven or even has a point. What you expect is that the author will lay out arguement as to why he loves a certain band/genre of music and you can silently juxstapose those against your own biases. I am willing to concede almost any point in these debates when I engage in them with friends, with the understanding that they are nothing if not totally arbitrary, so long as there seems to be a sense the opposing viewpoint has a heartfelt conviction about the subject matter. That is why I was hugely dissapointed with this book.

While there is no doubt that the author seems to have a sincere conviction that indie music is a superior medium, it seems borne out of a sense of what he thinks is cool rather than what indie artists produce. For example, if The Pixies has acheived the same level of commercial sucess as Pearl Jam, there is no doubt in my mind the author would dismiss them with the same contempt he holds for Journey. It becomes exhausting to read the contempt he has for anything that exists outside the very obscure or how a band he loved at one point he now regrads with a sneer simply because they eventually achieved broad acceptance.

Another point of contention I have with the overall tone of the book is that Sellers comes off as fairly spineless. A large chunk of the narrative is devoted to him getting to meet Bob Pollard from Guided By Voices. I was willing to overlook the fawning tone toward Pollard as his whole point was to draw a picture of how he is more slavishly devoted at various points in his life to artists than just about anyone so he can gain an upper hand when congregating with like minded obsessives (and if you don't believe his motivations are this shallow, read the book). However, he mentions something in passing (a footnote actually, one of the several thousand he includes in the book) that made me lose all respect for him as a man and thus tainted the whole book. Seller is a University of Michigan grad while Pollard is an OSU fan. Anyone with even a passing knowledge about the sport of college football knows that this is one of the most storied rivalries in all of college sports and the two sides hate each other. Anyway, he ends up cheering for OSU in front of his idol as they watch the game because he so badly wants Pollard to like him. I know nothing about Pollard personally but I bet it wouldn't be far from the truth to speculate that he would have had much more respect for Sellers if he would have grown a pair and had his own opinion about the game rather than adopting one based on being accepted. And that right there pretty much sums up the whole book.

6 of 8 people found the following review helpful:

5.0 out of 5 stars Isn't it a pity you never had anything to mix with that?, May 22, 2007

By	B. Eric S'hytle (Columbia, SC USA) - See all my reviews

A prefatory gripe is that I can't review this book under my "real name" because Amazon tells me that my real name contains inappropriate language. Lovely.

Anyway, first, I lay claim to musical nerdity on a scale comparable to that of the author: I was also born in 1970; I got cable and therefore MTV in 1982; I struggled mightily over whether to bail on REM when more than half the kids in my homeroom class had heard of them; I zealously insisted on sub-classifying heavy metal to distinguish its country of origin; in a fit of street-cred zealotry, I kept my deep and abiding man-crush on the pre-Batman-era Prince a secret from my stoner friends; and I too occupy the lonely place, previously thought to be mine alone, in which I will admit to air-drumming Rush while still clinging to hard-fought indie hipster bona fides. Oh yeah, I also had my own paternal bete noir, even less glamorous than the one on offer here: my dad was an inveterate Jimmy Buffett addict. In short, other than telling John Sellers that I would gladly swap my "Margaritaville" for his "Blowin' in the Wind," I'm on board.

Second, by way of reviewing the book: If you are anything like me, or thankfully you are nothing like me but you care deeply about music, or you could give a flip about music but you want to impress your cool friends by name-checking Kevin Shields and Steve Malkmus, then you should have read this book yesterday. Failing that, tomorrow will do. "Perfect From Now On" is warm and funny and insightful, and it might just save your life as well. What's more, you will finish the book and earnestly wish you had a drinking buddy in your town who was JUST LIKE JOHN SELLERS (except that maybe your imaginary John Sellers friend would have the brains to realize that Wowee Zowee was the best Pavement record).

Two more quick thoughts. One of which is that the earlier review saying that Sellers lacks self-awareness is off the mark. The humor, and more importantly the humanity, of the book depends entirely on Sellers' insisting on the utter importance of music while at the same time recognizing the absurdity of his passion. The other of which is that I could give Sellers a chaste and appropriately masculine arm hug for nailing the rituals of the obsessive fan. To give one example, in reading the chapter on the Ian Curtis memorial, I was humiliatingly but hilariously reminded of the years in which I observed the anniversary of Bob Marley's death by wearing a black armband. And then, crucially, expressing my disdain of those who had to ask why I was wearing it, as if they didn't know the importance of the day.

In short, if I haven't said so already, you should read this book. For real. It's magisterial and then some.