Posts tagged: Music

Los Angeles to Atlanta – Day One

By , June 18, 2004

I am sitting in the lobby of my motel, as that is the only place in this establishment with internet access. The night manager won’t stop telling me the story of his life, so I will keep this short. I’ve already heard about his online love affairs. Now he is telling me about his sister being abused by another student while in the 7th grade. He was in 9th grade at the time, and beat the 7th grader up for that, he did. Kid sis had already popped out a baby by then. Nice. Years later the abusive kid came back to apologize. I have no idea why the manager is telling me this. He is watching The Hot Chick on TV while relating this tale; I don’t think there is a correlation.

I am now in Phoenix. The 400 mile drive from Los Angeles was fairly easy. I think tomorrow’s drive to El Paso is a bit longer, but I didn’t leave Los Angeles until after 8:00 PM, so that made for a late arrival. I’ll leave Phoenix much earlier than that. Why am I even typing this paragraph? This is not the sort of travel blog my readers demand. Permit me to shift gears.

Get it? Shift gears = car talk. I am enjoying the car so far. I think I’ll stick to my classic cars, but there is something to be said for this BMW thing. It makes for a far smoother, quieter, and quicker ride than would Tiffany. The G.P.S. navigation device can be disconcerting, but it’s handy and fun. It tells mw what time I will arrive, and if I speed up, I can watch my arrival time shift accordingly.

The fact that you I have 7 CDs in the player at once is nice, too. Actually, as neither of my cars even has a radio, anything that allows me to hear music whilst driving makes for a nice change of pace. Seven CDs at once is almost overkill.

The CDs I chose for Day 1 of the drive:

The Beatles Let it Be
Fatboy Slim Live on the Floor at the Boutique
Pulp Different Class
Beastie Boys To the 5 Boroughs
Blur Parklife
Thievery Corporation DJ Kicks
Joy Division Unknown Pleasures

Today’s Question: Who wants a postcard?

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Suede – The Drowners

By , April 2, 2004

I have covered but two of my three favorite songs in previous blogs, even though I’ve been writing for more than a year. As I promised long ago to introduce you to all three of them, I think it is high time I finished the job.

So slow down, slow down,
You’re taking me over

And so we drown, sir we drown,
Stop taking me over

Currently Playing: Suede – The Drowners

The opening drum hits are hypnotic. It’s rare for a drummer to do anything terribly melodic, or memorable, or even at all original, but Simon Gilbert managed to accomplish all three of those feats in the initial four bars of this, the band’s first single. And then comes Bernard Butler’s guitar. He is hands down my favorite of all the Brit pop/ indie rock era guitar heroes, ranking above even Jack White, and his solo in “The Drowners”, which you can hear beginning at about 2:25 if you click the above link, is my favorite thing he ever recorded.

Suede - The Drowners

I can’t listen to Suede without feeling at least a little bit melancholy. In many ways, my “grown-up” musical life began with my discovery of Suede. I was utterly bored with modern music. Rap had begun to suck, and American rock was all about grunge. Nirvana achieved something amazing, and I was definitely into that sound for awhile, but a year or so had passed, and the music industry had begun to find ways to again co-opt something brilliant, and in the process ruin it. Then I heard “The Drowners” and my life changed. Everyone has that one band, or song, or moment, where music altered their perception of the world, and Suede was it for me. Theirs was the perfect combination: in lead singer Brett Anderson, Suede had the perfect mixture of the sexual mystery of Bowie and the literate swagger of Morrissey (though perhaps more importantly, a singer who realized that a truly great pop star is often a provocatively ridiculous character; but the band had the ability to kick ass, thanks to aforementioned guitar hero Bernard Butler.

Suede was my band. They soared to great heights almost immediately– they were named Britain’s band of the year before they even released a single– their debut album won the Mercury Prize (Britain’s top musical honor), released hit song after hit song, and then, they imploded. Butler left the band, and the release of their second full-length album, Dog Man Star, was in doubt. Its release was among the most bittersweet moments of my life; it was better, much better, than their already-amazing debut– perhaps the best record I’d ever heard. But that was it. No more Suede. Or was there? I’m getting off-topic. I’ll continue this narrative someday in a future blog.

Enjoy “The Drowners,” and try to see if you can figure out what the lyrics mean. Hint– they are hella gay.

Won’t someone give me a gun?

Oh well it’s for my brother

Well he writes the line wrote down my spine

It says “Oh, do you believe in love there?”

If you write a line down someone’s spine, where do you end up? Exactly.

Today’s Question: Do YOU believe in love, there?

My favorite part is towards the end, when Anderson is repeating the line “you’re taking me over,” and then shifts to “stop taking me over” as the music opens up one last time. Good stuff.

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Franz Ferdinand – Take Me Out

By , March 20, 2004

It is not often that a new song is released that I instantly decide is one of my all-time favorite songs, but since I first heard this song in January I’ve not been able to stop playing it. Now, with but a click of the mouse, you can experience my new favorite song:

Currently Playing: Franz Ferdinand – Take Me Out

Here’s the amazing part– even though probably no one in the room besides me had heard this song, when I played it at a party the other night, it FILLED THE DANCE FLOOR. I mean to say, people who were already dancing kept dancing, and people who weren’t dancing began doing so. I have never, ever, not even once, seen that response to a song that was unknown. It was not as if I had played a Michael Jackson record, mind you– people didn’t flood onto the dance floor and go bananas– but there were definitely more dancers by the end of the song than there had been at the beginning.

I attribute the attraction mainly to the main guitar riff; in part because it sounds vaguely reminiscent of something from the 1980s, though what I cannot say, and I’m pretty sure it has no direct antecedent but rather is crafted to sound as though it does, and in part because it is so utterly infectious. After the third listen one feels morally compelled to crank one’s air guitar up to eleven and rock out.

Then there is the unrelenting stomp of the beat. This is not uptempo electronica, this is good old-fashioned rock ‘n roll, with a heavy beat thumping along at a tempo designed for head-banging and body-moving, but it subsumes the ethic of the dance track. It’s New Order masquerading as AC/DC… it’s the Black Sabbath work ethic applied to the Duran Duran sensibility… it’s… it’s…. it’s in a category all its own, and its unwaveringly awesome. Alternative/ Indie rock has at last produced a legitimate floor-stomper. It remains to be seen if the song can cross-over and win mainstream appeal, but the fact that 30-something preppy-yuppie types were willing to dance to it, sight unseen, is encouraging.

Franz Ferdinand - Take Me Out

The lyrical conceit of the song is a clever one, seeming to liken rejection to being shot:

So if you’re lonely
You know I’m here waiting for you
I’m just a crosshair
I’m just a shot away from you
And if you leave here
You leave me broken, shattered I lie
I’m just a crosshair
I’m just a shot then we can die.

As painful as a gunshot, or a breakup, can be, it’s better to experience the quick and unambiguous sting of one than to linger in a confused limbo. If you have to die, better by gunshot than a slower method; if the one you adore is not interested in you, better to find out sooner than later.

An alternative interpretation of the song is hinted at by the band’s very name– Franz Ferdinand. If you were paying attention during history class, you know that it was the assassination of Archduke Franz Ferdinand that precipitated World War I. When he was shot, his wife Sophie was shot, too, and they died side-by-side. Perhaps this song is Ferdinand’s plea for release into the afterlife; he’s already been shot, and is on the verge of death, his beloved wife has been murdered in front of him, or is also on death’s door, knocking loudly, and he knows his life is over, figuratively if not literally. Now he is begging for that literal end to come quickly.

I know I won’t be leaving here with you
I say don’t you know?
You say you don’t know
I say take me out.

Or maybe it’s just likening a breakup to a bullet in the head. Either way it’s a damn catchy song, and is already firmly entrenched amongst my all-time favorite tracks.

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Basketball and Poetry

By , March 18, 2004

Don’t ask me how, but I correctly identified the winners of the first 14 games in the big basketball tournament. Naturally, Arizona and Dayton had to go and blow my perfect streak, but I’ll take 14 out of 16 anytime, especially when you consider how I chose my winners. Such a streak can’t last, and tomorrow I most certainly will be bludgeoned.

In news diametrically opposite basketball matches, I have been asked to give a lecture concerning rap music and its relationship with poetry at an upcoming poetry conference in Sonoma County. I’m the clear black sheep of the panel, which includes the likes of Pulitzer Prize-winning author Carolyn Kizer, but I’ll give it the old college try. At the very least, I’ll be the only one comparing and contrasting the rhymes of Percy Bysshe Shelley with those from Doug E. Fresh and his Get Fresh Crew. Word.

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Bunny Berigan – I Can’t Get Started

By , March 2, 2004

I was happily surprised that so many of you enjoyed the story last time, and as such I shall now tell you the rest of it. As before, I will tell the tale in the context of a song that is relevant to the story.

Currently Playing: Bunny Berigan – I Can’t Get Started

When we left off, Daddy and Mommy were back together in L.A., except they weren’t Daddy and Mommy yet. They were just two people who liked to hang out together. At that time, she worked at a soda fountain and he drove a taxi. On her breaks, she’d sometimes sit in his cab and they’d listen to the radio. Their favorite thing to hear was the now-legendary Joe Hernandez calling the horse races at Santa Anita.

Naturally, my mom had a fiancee at the time, but she apparently wasn’t too serious about him, for when my dad asked her to go on a date, she agreed. On their date, he took her to the racetrack at Santa Anita to see the horse races they’d previously only heard on the radio. According to my mom, the combination of the day at the races and a hot roast beef sandwich he bought her at the track (a big deal to her as she was very poor) was enough to win her over, so when soon thereafter he asked her to elope to Las Vegas with him soon thereafter, she said “yes.”

Bunny Berigan - I Can't Get Started 78

They each brought a friend along to act as a witness for the wedding, and drove to Las Vegas to tie the knot. However, this story does not have the happy ending you may be expecting. My mom got cold feet at the altar and said “no.” It worked out sort of okay, because the two friends they’d brought to act as witnesses decided to get married instead, so the chaplain still had someone to marry. In the meantime, while the newlyweds stayed to honeymoon, my parents had to make the awkward drive back to Los Angeles.

I’ve flown around the world in a plane
I’ve settled revolutions in Spain
And the North Pole I have charted
Still I can’t get started with you

While driving her home, my dad sang “I Can’t Get Started” to my mom. She said it was the first time she’d ever heard it, and to this day it is one of her favorite songs. Meanwhile, back in Los Angeles, they kept seeing one another, and eventually, they tried again and eloped (successfully) to Tijuana, and they lived happily ever after. Until Peasprout was born and behaved very brattily. The end.

I’ve been consulted by Franklin D.
Greta Garbo has had me to tea
Still, I’m broken-hearted
‘Cause I can’t get started with you.

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Frankie Laine – That’s My Desire

By , March 1, 2004

My father’s parents both emigrated from Sicily, independently of one another. They met in New York, fell in love, and got married. I think they hoped/ expected their children would also marry Sicilians. Their eldest, my uncle, married a Sicilian girl, and the youngest, my aunt, was set to marry that girl’s younger brother in an arranged marriage. Did that make sense? Anyway, you’d think that two out of three ain’t bad, but when my father began dating my mom, who was Mexican, they were not very happy. They went as far as to send my dad back to Detroit (they’d moved from New York to Detroit before coming to Los Angeles) to meet the nice Sicilian girl they had arranged for him to marry. It was all for naught. He pretended to go along with the plan, and arranged to return to Los Angeles to purchase a ring or some such thing, but it was all trickeration and chicanery, and once he got back to California he stayed for good.

Currently Playing: Frankie Laine – That’s My Desire

Meanwhile, Frankie Laine was all the rage in the world of music. The song that made him famous was “That’s My Desire,” which had made it as far as number four on the charts back in 1946. You can click the above link to hear the song, if that is your desire. Haw haw. Get it?

When my dad got back to Los Angeles he learned that Frankie Laine was scheduled to perform in Hollywood that night, and immediately asked my mom out on a date. She said she would go out with him, but there was a show she really wanted to see. He told her that he also had something in mind he wanted to do, but maybe they could do both. They didn’t need to, as she had the Frankie Laine concert in Hollywood in mind too. So they went, and lived happily ever after. Later that year they were married, and after some time my grandparents finally accepted Mom into the family, and turned her into an honorary Sicilian.

Frankie Laine - That Lucky Old Sun

The song came on the radio the other night as I was driving my Mom home from her weekly chemotherapy appointment. My father passed away a little over two years ago, but he and my mother had more than 50 happy years of marriage before they did, and he’s still missed. My mother shared the story with me, and I liked it so much that I am now sharing it with you.

I am realizing that as you age, your life becomes more and more memories of the past, and less about the present or the future. I hope I’m making the most of my youth while I have it, and creating lasting memories to one day share with my offspring. Today’s Question: Are you?

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Tearing the R.I.A.A. a New One

By , February 10, 2004

I am of the opinion that there is nothing unethical or immoral about downloading free music from the internet. The R.I.A.A. would have you believe otherwise, but after careful thought, I’ve come to the conclusion that peer-to-peer file sharing and the free access to music it creates is both justifiable and ethical.

So why is the R.I.A.A. so gung-ho about file sharing? It has nothing to do with the alleged declining album sales (which are probably just a symptom of the current recession). Their posturing about “protecting the artists” is surely just a smokescreen for their effort to destroy online music distribution period. They want to keep distribution rights in the hands, and pocketbooks, of the record companies. But it would look bad for them to come out and say “we are manipulating the law to stifle potential competition,” so instead they attempt to make it seem as if they are protecting the musicians. In reality, the R.I.A.A. is nothing more than a cartel with a monopoly on a distribution gateway.

The argument goes a lot deeper then the misdirection on the part of the R.I.A.A. The laws regarding file sharing need to be changed. Downloading an mp3 is not theft. Legally, yes it may be, but I am not talking about the law here. Some laws are wrong, and need to be changed. So let me restate: ethically, downloading an mp3 is not theft. No tangible object or product has been stolen when a person downloads a song to his computer. All that has happened is that a series of ones and zeroes have rearranged themselves on that person’s hard drive, resulting in a stored file. The R.I.A.A. would have you believe that a download is no different then stealing a candy bar from a store, but that argument is untenable.

For the sake of our example, let’s say Hershey’s makes 10 candy bars in a year at a cost of 50 cents per bar. The candy bars are in the store, selling for $1 per bar, and one is stolen. The remaining nine sell. Hershey’s brings in $9 instead of the $10 they could have, for a net profit of $4. Meanwhile, a record company puts out 10 albums in a year, again at a cost of 50 cents per album, and they sell for $1 each. Even if someone downloads the content of the album, there are still 10 albums for sale, and the record company can make $5 if they all sell.

The R.I.A.A. may argue that the availability of free music online will preclude people from purchasing an album in the store. Record companies unsuccessfully made the same argument years ago in an attempt to ban the playing of music on the radio. Now they say that online downloads will decrease album sales. Actual statistics demonstrate otherwise, and Napster and its descendants almost certainly led to an increase in album sales as people downloaded music, decided they liked it, and then purchased the album. However, even if the opposite is true, and mp3s are leading to decreased album sales—so what? Harsh words, perhaps, but let’s examine the situation a bit further and see if it really does matter if mp3s are leading to the demise of album sales.

When the car was invented, horse and buggy sales began to decline. Soon cars had replaced them altogether. Should we have foregone the automobile because of the negative effects it had on the horse and buggy market? Of course not. When something comes along and makes something else obsolete, it’s just a sad fact of life that the obsolete object fades away. Manufacturers of caps were no doubt dismayed when hats took over as the headwear of choice in the middle of the 20th century, and, in turn, milliners watched in dismay as men stopped wearing headwear altogether. It’s simply the way business works, and the same thing is now happening to music.

Music itself has always been a free medium. It’s something you hear. When you pay for an album, you are in actuality paying for the storage medium, not the music. Turn on the radio, go to a night club, attend a concert—the music itself is free. An mp3 is not a physical product, and neither is the music it represents. Consider parallel examples:

If a person watches Britney Spears dance on MTV, then goes to a night club and attempts to do the same dance steps, she hasn’t violated an moral code or law. If she watches an episode of Seinfeld, then retells some of the jokes the next day at the water cooler, she is still in the clear. Only music is treated like some sort of commodity. I’ll examine why in just a moment, but first it’s important to cover the issue of intellectual property rights.

The topic of intellectual property laws comes up often when mp3s are discussed. But let’s look closely at those laws as the R.I.A.A. would have you interpret them. Just who do they protect— the intellects or the property owners? The spirit of the law, with regard to music, is such that it protects the songwriters. If an artist writes a song, another artist should not be allowed to profit from performing that song without compensating the author. If the song is used to promote a product, or to enhance a scene in a movie, again the author should be compensated. If a radio station broadcasts a song, and in doing so generates ad revenues for the station, they too must compensate the author. Free music online in no way affects any of that. Artists are still fairly compensated for all commercial usages of their songs. However, the R.I.A.A. is of the opinion that individuals who hear the song need also offer compensation to the artist. That’s absurd.

If an individual downloads an mp3 for free and listens to it, that is no different then if he tapes it from the radio, copies it from a friend, or buys the album, copies it, and returns it. Some of those are legal, some aren’t, but all are harmless. The vast majority of the people who download songs aren’t going to buy them regardless of whether they can find an mp3 for free or not. Since the mp3 is there and free they will take it, but were it not available they would simply do without. Fans of an artist nearly always buy the album anyway, as the sound quality is superior, they get the liner notes, the cover art, and so forth.

When we include record companies in the discussion, we at last we come to the raison d’etre for the R.I.A.A.’s scheme. The record companies are the only entities that stand to lose out if it becomes legal to share music for free online. They are the hat-makers in the previous example. They have found a way to profit from music and musicians, and they will lose some of that profit if people are allowed to share music online for free. That’s unfortunate for them, but not a valid reason to make both consumers and artists suffer. And suffer they will, if the R.I.A.A. has its way. We’ve already seen how the consumer is affected. Instead of getting music for free, consumers will have to pay for it. But what about the artists? Do they benefit when their music is traded freely online? Yes, they benefit immensely.

The real profit for musicians has never been album sales. Rather, the big bucks come from merchandise sales, endorsements, concerts, appearances, and such. Free distribution of an artist’s music online doesn’t detract from any of that at all. It probably helps it. It can’t hurt it, as we are about to see.

Another example will illustrate this nicely. A band that signs an incredibly beneficial deal with a record company may get a 20% royalty rate along with a $1 million advance. No band has ever actually received a royalty rate as high as 20%, but to error in the favor of the record companies, we’ll go with that figure. What happens to that band and their money? It will cost at least half a million dollars to record the album, which the band pays for, leaving them with half a million. Their manager receives an industry-standard 20% commission, $100k, leaving them with $400k. The band’s lawyer and business manager each receive $25k. The band now has $350k, which amounts to $180k after taxes. Assuming the band has 4 members, that’s a whopping $45k each.

Now we fast forward a year. The album is in stores, and it’s a big hit. It goes platinum, meaning it sells one million copies. In doing so, the record company released two singles, each with an accompanying video. Each video cost $1 million to make, half of which is recouped by the label from the band’s royalties. The label spends another $200k on the band’s tour, which they also recoup from the band’s royalties. Another $300k is spent promoting the band on the radio, also charged to the band. That adds up to $1 million. Add that to the $1 million advance, and the band owes the label $2 million.

Luckily the band in our example has a 20% royalty due, because they’re going to need it. If all 1 million albums sold were sold at full-price, which probably won’t be the case as many will sell at a discount price or through a record club, the band will earn $2.00 per record. That works out to $2 million. The band has just enough to pay back the record company. The $45k each member received turned out to be the sum total of all their profit. Keep in mind that a 20% royalty rate has never been given to any act, and in reality most bands are lucky to even break even; many go bankrupt.

Meanwhile, what did the record company in our example earn? The gross profit for the one million albums sold is $11 million. The expenses involved in manufacturing the CDs, promoting the album, and filming videos come out to about $4.4 million, leaving them with a profit of $6.6 million.

That is what the R.I.A.A. is fighting to protect, and it is what we need to fight to see that they lose.

Here, have a free mp3: Currently Playing: Metallica – Master of Puppets

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Link Wray and his Ray Men – Rumble

By , January 9, 2004

Turn the dials with your hand

Till you find the short wave band

Electronic music sounds from Radioland

The new trend in online content is streaming radio stations. It’s a relatively new development, and every day more and more stations are popping up; as of today I can number myself among the broadcasters. If you have iTunes or Quicktime or anything that can play streaming audio, go check out Radio Peasprout. I only broadcast sporadically, as I am hosting the station on my computer, but from time to time I sign in and play songs. Such as this one:

Currently Playing: Link Wray – Rumble

(Odds are I’m not streaming Link Wray right now, so you will have to click the “currently playing” link to open the mp3 in your browser.)

This is one of my favorite songs, ever. It was regularly heard blaring from the stereo of my Thunderbird as I cruised the moonlit streets of turn-of-the-century Oakland. Wow, it feels weird to write that. In fact, everything about this post seems out of time. The epigraph is from Kraftwerk, and reads like an archaic document, though it was vastly futuristic sounding when released. The song, from 1958, playing in a 1962 vehicle, is utterly incongruous with the streets of Oakland in the year 2000. Even the concept of radio– that medium which predates even television, now being ushered into the digital age– makes for an even greater temporal jumble.

Link Wray - Jack the Ripper

This is widely considered to be the song that invented the heavy metal sound. You can certainly hear the roots of the genre in the trembling, distorted guitar riffs, and heavy has to be one of the first words that comes to mind when trying to describe the sound. The song was written to emulate the feel of a gang fight, hence the title. It made it to #16 on Billboard’s pop music chart, and would likely have gone higher, but was banned in some markets for being “too suggestive.” It is the only instrumental song to have ever been banned for that reason. Go impress your friends with that interesting bit of trivia.

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The Flamingos – I Only Have Eyes for You

By , November 18, 2003

Currently Playing: The Flamingos – I Only Have Eyes for You

I think this is a lovely sounding song, and it’s definitely “up there” on my mental list of favorite love songs; probably on the list of favorite songs in general. Beautiful though it is, there is a spooky element to the song. Part of it is the music– there is a ghostly quality to it that is hard to capture in words. Maybe this is something only I take away from this song, but my ear definitely hears some other-worldly overtones going on in there someplace.

Le Tigre - Le Tigre

Possibly eerie music aside, the message of the song is unquestionably heart-meltingly adoring:

My love must be a kind of blind love
I can’t see anyone but you.

Are the stars out tonight?
I don’t know if it’s cloudy or bright
I only have eyes for you, dear.

The moon may be high
But I can’t see a thing in the sky,
I only have eyes for you.

I don’t know if we’re in a garden,
Or on a crowded avenue.

You are here and so am I
Maybe millions of people go by,
But they all disappear from view.
And I only have eyes for you.

When you lose track of all around you, and can only focus on the object of your affection in front of you, you know you have found true love. In my experience, moments like the above while rare and wonderful, do happen. You find yourself staring starry-eyed at a certain someone, oblivious to all else around you, utterly overpowered by emotion.

I have no doubt in my mind that love is the most powerful emotion known to man, and the guiding force behind nearly all actions we undertake as a race.

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Vote for Tracy

By , November 17, 2003

My friend Tracy is involved in a singing competition, and she’s made it all the way to the final round. Curiously, the competition’s winner is selected in part based on votes cast online by people need not have heard her sing. As that is the case, I want to urge each and every one of my subscribers (a mind-boggling to me 55 at last count) to click on the link below and vote for Tracy.

VOTE FOR TRACY

In unrelated news:

QuizDiva: Are You Dominant or Submissive?

You Are Dominant!

If you’re giving out whippings, then this is no surprise to you, but being dominant doesn’t necessarily mean you are a sadist. You might just take the lead, call out positions, or decide when it’s time for sex. Bottom line: The bedroom is your domain, and anyone who gets with you knows it!

Well dog my cats, I never knew. Now go vote. For Tracy. I COMMAND you to do so.

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