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Cheeseburger In Paradise

David Browne for this week’s Rolling Stone (RS 1054) writes about the return of vinyl as a desirable (and, increasingly, profitable) medium for listening to music both old and new.  According to the article ‘Vinyl Returns in the Age of MP3‘, the groovy format has jumped 15 per cent in sales from 2006 to 2007, and could double in sales to 1.6 million pressings retailed by the end of 2008.  Recently spurred by creative marketing strategies (Radiohead’s release of In Rainbows in special discbox pushed 13,000 copies, Elvis Costello’s April release of Momofuku was available only on LP for the first few weeks), people realizing how shitty MP3s actually sound, and a good bit of nostalgia, vinyl is staging a definitive comeback.

I can certainly agree.  This past year I purchased at least ten copies of both favorite albums and new releases on vinyl.  The sound is irreplaceable, even compared to ripping CDs with Apple Lossless or AIFF.  Plus, I really enjoy listening to entire albums; I love the ritual associated with appreciating album art, taking the time to set the needle and turn the disc, as well as appreciating the warmth vinyl innately brings to the house.  That, and I can empathize with Browne’s state of mind:

There’s also something less technical lurking behind vinyl’s mini-renaissance.  Whether it’s inspecting a needle for dust or flipping the record over at the end of a side, LPs demand attention.  And for a small but growing group, those demands aren’t a nuisance.  “There’s nothing like putting the needle into the groove of a record,” says country singer Shelby Lynne.  “it’s about as real as you can get.  You got your vinyl, your weed, your friends, and while you’re rollin’ they’re pickin’ out another record.  We’re all taking music for granted because it’s so easy to push a button.  I mean, come on, music should be fun.”

Fire On The Mountain

After the outstandingly terrible 2005 release of Odditorium Or Warlords of Mars, The Dandy Warhols have stepped up, re-energized, and now have a new album available entitled …Earth To The Dandy Warhols… (stream the entire album here). This time, the Portland, OR based band have abandoned the dilapidated subterranean haze their sound recently encompassed, and reconfigured themselves once again for the best album they’ve put out since 2000’s amazing Thirteen Tales From Urban Bohemia. This is the first release with their new label Beat The World Records, and I really think this one will take off. Maybe it’s just the brazen attitude and androgyny of lead singer Courtney Taylor-Taylor, but when I listen to the Dandys I get a strange yet comfortable sense of being groped. That, in tandem with the large soundscapes their albums cover (Dandys Rule and Thirteen Tales, specifically), make for totally pleasurable listening experiences. Continue reading

Die Gedanken Sind Frei

Sorry for not posting in a while, I’ve been captivated by Frontline’s awesome underview of the Bush Administration in my extra time at work this week. In terms of my last post, I’m just going to link ya’ll to Columbia lecturer Scott Horton’s excellent distillation of Obama posted to Harper’s the other day. The cat is pretty much in the bag in terms of the cast for this year’s reality show ‘The US Presidential Election,’ and Clinton’s death throes (here, here, and here) are going to make a hilarious montage for our non-Idol contestants, John and Barack. But I digress. Speaking of Judases: Battlestar Galactica had a two-page spread ad in Rolling Stone this week that parodies da Vinci’s ‘Last Supper,’ with Six as christ and Apollo as Judas. Eight days!!! OoOoooOoh!

The cultural insularity of music today is not simply the consequence of deficient pedagogy or propagation. It would be too facile to groan over the conservatories or complain about the record companies. Things are more serious. Contemporary music owes this unique situation to its very composition. In this sense, it is willed. It is not a music that tries to be familiar; it is fashioned to preserve its cutting edge. One may repeat it, but it does not repeat itself. In this sense, one cannot come back to it as to an object. It always pops up on frontiers.

-Michel Foucault

Yeah, so on that note, link dump:

Believe it: Four glorious hours of In Rainbows‘ haunting closer “Videotape”, committed to an obsolescent media format, with accompanying visuals from Philip M. Lane and some pretty swank cover art designed by Jacob Blandy.

Shejay: A world-wide network of female DJs, producers, vocalists, promoters and musicians in the field of electronic and dance music. (MP3’s here)

Dave Matthews tickets go on sale this Saturday! Matthews and Bob Dylan are shockingly some of the only two mainstream live acts that offer tickets for a ‘reasonable’ fee (usually between $45-60). So why on earth would someone pay $85 to go see these fucktards play? Can’t we just start a national recycling drive to hand out old copies of boybands of yore to the twelve year old girls that will go see them? God I can’t wait until Hannah Montana has an abortion scandal because of them. SOS, really? ABBA should come and slap the shit out of them. Someone please give them some LSD.

All Along The Watchtower

Well here’s an interesting turn of events. The flailing Warner Music has now hired former Napster senior executive Leanne Sherman in an effort to develop digital markets in Europe, Africa and western Asia. Huh. They claim:

“The breadth of her experience will be invaluable as we evaluate opportunities in music, music-related and wider entertainment sectors, and her proven ability as a dealmaker, coupled with her high-level understanding of new technologies and business models, makes her a great fit for the team.”

Things are getting heated for record companies, and no one is developing new models for music consumption in the context of capitalism. Radiohead and Nine Inch Nails (in addition to performer-first [called 360-degree deals] contracts for Paul McCartney, Madonna and Coldplay), seem to be at the forefront of our ‘digital music age’. Evan Serpick for Rolling Stone reported this week (RS1047) that EMI’s new chief Guy Hands’s big new idea for the company is simply to downsize and spend less. To his credit, there’s a lot to be said about the music industry’s taste for bling and big lunches:

Hands was appalled at the label’s wastefulness, citing expensive gifts sent to artists, multimillion-dollar severance packages for executives and salaries the rose even as revenues drop.

All true. But why are they relying on artists to come up with the silver bullet? The facts are plain and simple: aside from a dedicated audiophile core (myself included), they way people experience music has fundamentally shifted from quality to convenience. While it’s true that CDs have incredibly higher quality audio, it’s fundamentally easier for someone to quickly download an over-compressed version of the song straight to their computers (when you’re listening to the majority of your library through crappy laptop speakers, the nuances of audio quality aren’t that important). The backlash since P2P systems have become widespread, have not been toward the innovation of the record industry, but directed at consumers, who now face a jungle of digital restrictions, lawsuits, and the increasing fascism of the RIAA.  John Naughton of The Guardian makes this point last week:

Accepting the music industry’s demands would mean a radical transformation of the ISPs’ role – changing them from common carriers into organisations which have to know about every file they handle. This would be technically challenging and have terrifying implications for privacy; but it would also create horrendous legal liabilities for ISPs. As common carriers, they have very limited responsibility for what users do with their services; but as Taylor’s proxy snoopers they could be held liable – and not just for copyright infringement, but for lots of other questionable or controversial activities that people get up to on the net.

An analogy may help to illustrate the point. Millions of people use the telephone network for questionable, illegal or unethical purposes. But we would regard it as unthinkable to impose on phone companies a legal obligation to monitor every conversation.

All you free-market capitalists must be scratching your heads.  But let’s put this all in perspective: there is no threat to music here; music will still be produced by people in the world inspired to do so and consumed by everyone who has access to it.  What we might see, on the other hand, is a tanking of pre-packaged bands sold to consumers as art.  And I’m okay with that.  Bye-Bye-Bye Justin!

The record industry is also responsible for disseminating musical art to the masses; I agree.  Talent needs to be heard.  Music is a source of change personally and politically.  We need to stop worrying about our idols ‘making it’ in the biz, and starting listening to music that is made and supported by our appreciation of it.

Sound is free, and in the internet-saturated age (widely available to 1/6 the world’s population), our access to orchestrated sound should also be free.  Live music and hard copies of music are where the record industry needs to focus, not on the facsimiles of songs themselves.

i’m a slave 4 u

I’m in a sexy mood today. Well, as sexy as I can feel in my cold dark office right now. The Guardian posted a few days ago a list of reader’s favorite sexy songs.

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In terms of songs to have sex to, I would add to this list ‘House of Cardsfrom Radiohead’s In Rainbows, Mezzanine from Massive Attack (oh yeah, the whole album), and an all-time favorite: Tourist by St Germain (yeah, the whole album again…).

Input welcome!