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"They can kill you, but the legalities of eating you are quite a bit dicier"

19 June 2012

Internet Argument About the Internet & Music

Original blog post by NPR intern:  http://www.npr.org/blogs/allsongs/2012/06/16/154863819/i-never-owned-any-music-to-begin-with

Interesting emotional backlash that kind of misses her point but still is interesting, from David Lowery of Camper Van Beethoven/Cracker: http://thetrichordist.wordpress.com/2012/06/18/letter-to-emily-white-at-npr-all-songs-considered/

Lowery's response has a distinct "letter you write but don't send" vibe. My biggest beef is how he throws in an anecdote in a very odd attempt to relate Mark Linkous' and Vic Chesnutt's suicides with people illegally downloading their music. I understand how he was close to these people and is probably still completely shocked, but I work in a mental health facility and from my experience peoples' reasons for committing suicide are plentiful and almost always go wayyyyy deeper than things a lot of us can even comprehend. Bringing this up in a music blog is, at best, bold, and at worst, shameful. Lowery tries to comfort our poor NPR intern, but comes off fairly condescending: "I present these two stories not because I'm pointing fingers or want to shame you. I just want to illustrate that 'small' personal decisions have very real consequences." Pointing fingers is precisely what he's doing! If only at a semi-conscious level.

But tone aside, these are things I wonder about: Where does this notion of artists deserving to get paid really come from? Why does Lowery seem to jump directly to the idea that because people download music without paying for it, it means that the music must have no value for them? His overarching point--that downloading music online without paying for it is unethical--is too simplistic. People have and always will find the easiest way to get something they want. I guarantee that if music had been as widely and freely available in 1970 as it is today, the majority of people would have done the exact same thing "young people" are doing now. It doesn't make it right or wrong, it just has nothing to do with it being a different generational mindset. (Before the Internet, I dubbed songs onto cassette off the radio and nobody ever told me I was stealing anything. Maybe I was, but it was probably about the same shitty sound quality as the 128K mp3s most people are "stealing." There's kind of a larger point here: making people pay roughly the same price for what is, aurally-speaking, a worse product--I'm talking mp3 vs CD/vinyl here--you could probably make the argument that that's stealing...).

Soo...unethical? I'll get a tiny bit nerdy: ethics are the study of morals, so take the Latinate moralis, which kind of roughly meant the "proper behavior of a person in society." Lowery argues that technology and its big corporate backers are trying to change our morals. But this is kind of a strange argument, because our morals should be constantly evolving. If we were operating under the same morals as 100 years ago, women wouldn't be able to vote, among many other terrifying things that were just "normal." The recording industry has only been a powerful phenomenon for the past 50 (maybes it's more like 100, I really have no idea--either way not all that long in the grand scheme) years...maybe our morals are slowly starting to line up with the vague idea that artists probably shouldn't be millionaires, and anyway the value of art is really, really hard to quantify. Though it's very tricky because somebody is making tons of money off these folks (he talks about the venture capitalists who front cash for places like Pirate Bay, who then rake in billions in advertising revenue, which is all definitely dirty), and that's where I can certainly understand Lowery's frustration. He makes an eye opening point about how lots of us pay for the iPhone, the MacBook, the high-speed connection, yet don't cough up much money for the artists themselves, and that's a swift punch of truth in the stomach.

But--blame the consumer and call it "stealing"? I don't get it. Words like "steal" or "theft" or anything else like thievery I find very misleading, because the etymology of the words imply someone taking another person's property and calling it their own. In probably 999 out of 1,000 cases a person illegally downloading an album from the Internet is not turning around and telling their friends, "Hey, listen to this album I just recorded!"

Trust me, as a traveling musician struggling to make ends meet, it would be fantastic to get paid even a decent salary for all the work I've put in. But that isn't really why I got in the game anyway. Either way, blaming the consumer has got to be about the least effective thing anyone can do. There is that maxim, after all, that the consumer is always right; and I'd add an "even when they're wrong" to the end of that. It's up to the artists to continue to innovate and creative something so powerful and meaningful that people feel they can barely survive without it.

What we really need is a massive innovation, some kind of new format that has a wilder audio fidelity than we can even dream of. It feels like right now the music world is overwhelmed with people trying to get noticed (which makes Lowery's claim that "the number of professional musicians has fallen 25% since 2000" seem incredibly odd. How do you define "professional" in a situation where nobody's making any money anyway?! When something like 2,000 bands play SXSW every year I think we can all agree that on one hand that's pretty amazing, and on the other we've got a fucking mess on our hands.). So, my only absolute solution is to try to make myself stand out in any creative way I can, and/or enjoy the hell out of it no matter what.

The artists who embrace this idea rather than complain about how things are deteriorating are succeeding like never before. Father John Misty packaged his new album with a ton of short stories he's been writing; Radiohead has recorded live in-studio video versions of their last two albums to go along with the records; Amanda fucking Palmer is a millionaire!! (??); the list goes wayyyyyyyyyy on (yes, I know Radiohead's an odd example since they were backed very strongly by "the corporate machine," but they are a fantastic example of a band continually innovating, whether you dig them or not).

If you subtract just ONE thing from this equation--$$$--it is the absolute best time to be an artist, and will probably get even better. Besides, when have the majority of artists ever made much money? So, in my open letter to David Lowery I think my point is: Grow up and be thankful you've had the opportunity to creatively contribute to society.   


13 April 2012

Two quotes

"No matter what I played my whole life, I've always believed that a drum sounds better when you hit it really hard."
~Jonathan Kane, drummer for Swans (and many others)

"Every golden age is as much a matter of disregard as of felicity."
~Michael Chabon, The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier & Clay

05 April 2012

The Life and Times: No one loves you like I do

These guys just keep getting better. Those Wolves Actually Happened opened for them in Boston a few years ago while they were touring for their record Tragic Boogie, and I learned that the singer/guitarist is Allen Epley from Shiner. Minor brain explosions ensued. No One Loves You Like I Do was released in late January 2012 and has that delicate blend of spacey atmosphere, rolling thunder, and warm melodies. There's also just the right amount of oddities; a kind of moody loneliness or longing that comes out in the performances. The concept seems fully realized and genuine here, a love so strange and powerful it's unlike any other, the kind of love that terrifies but ultimately makes for many many beautiful musical moments.

Stream the whole thing at The Life and Times' Bandcamp, and then pick up the vinyl for a wallet-friendly $12 right here, like I just did.

27 March 2012

P&N tour wrap-up: Melvin becomes the avocado

I write to you now from a basement as old as your grandmother, and with similar smells. This is the magical, post-tour land known as Medical Records, where many a starving rock musician has traveled in pursuit of the fabled Paycheck upon returning from a musical crusade.

So I disappeared from Internet Writing Land during our stay at SXSW, where in all honestly I experienced my first bout of quite literally being too tired to write, think or, on particularly problematic days, even poop. And it was all amazing, with the logical caveat being that SXSW is a colossal clusterfuck and can't possibly be even remotely fun for the majority of people who live in Austin. But it was my first time and I got to play 3 day parties, plus after two of those shows we went crazy and drove to another city to play a nighttime show, so it was always an incredibly rewarding form of exhaustion. On one particular day we played a SXSW show at 3pm, packed immediately after the set and drove 6 hours south to McAllen, TX, where we played at the after party for a festival that Of Montreal headlined, and the people of McAllen were some of the world's greatest living humans.

The last week of tour got hot 'n sweaty, and unfortunately I was severely bummed to discover that the place we placed in Houston on 3/17 (called Fitzgerald's!) was labeling the show as a St. Patrick's Day party, yet DID NOT SERVE GUINNESS. No, I'm still not over it. Thankfully, later that night we crashed with lovely friends who had a real live domesticated pig named Orson, and they also wanted to burn a couch in a bonfire, so my spirits got quite a boost.

Let's see, after that we then enjoyed another hot tub, this one in Pensacola on a drive day to the Orlando show. Speaking of Orlando, we learned that certain locals enjoy wearing their hearts on their sleeves, angrily bawling when Miniature Tigers decide not to play certain older songs in their set. And then this person later decides to demand that the opening band's drummer (ie yours truly) find Miniature Tigers' manager so that she can express her "concern for the band's new direction."

Upon arriving in Atlanta the next day we realized that Orlando was probably going to be the last venue to be prepared and have the A/C on. I spent the last few days trying to soak everything in, wanting both to be back in my own bed and also tour forever. Between a hotel in North Carolina and my parents place in DC we had it pretty swell bed-and hospitality-wise; it was just enough luxury to convince myself that staying up after the Philly show and driving back to Boston was a good idea (it was).

Anyway, what a seriously ridiculous month. Time for my sappy but true closing: I don't think I can properly express how lucky I feel to have been able to travel the whole USofA playing drums. 15 year old me would have fainted out of pure joy, and 28 year old me came pretty close!






08 March 2012

P&N Week 2: kevin becomes a real boy

The long, slow haul back across the country is now in full swing. Let's just say I had an equally awesome and rough time last night, though certainly I've had worse evenings! This time it was a very nice bartender in Tucson and several free glasses of wine and whiskey that eventually added up to Jeremy needing to pull the van over so I could have a detailed look at the beautiful Arizona vegetation by moonlight. It's possible I sat in a cactus.

Anyway, I'm all set now after a solid night's sleep, coffee, and ibuprofen. The wonders of our universe, folks. So let's see, after SF I got to hang with my good friend from Boston Big Mike, aka Miguel Grande, aka Le Grand Michel, who is one of the world's greatest living humans. Then Jeremy and I crashed at our buddy Moy's excellent pad in the Mission, where he treated us to grapes the sizes of plums and other assorted veggies. Sunday's show at the Troubadour in LA sold out and was totally surreal, easily one of the coolest shows I've ever played; plus afterward I got to hang with my amazing LA friend Cori, then for Miniature Tigers' encore a bunch of us swarmed the stage, thundered along on extra drums and my brain exploded. We had a day off Monday, which we spent eating In N Out and appreciating hotel pools & hot tubs thanks to lovely generous friends. At some point Holden passed out on my lap.

San Diego was strange and wonderful; we randomly met a fellow Walsh who was kind enough to let us crash at his place, and his chef roommate whipped a ridiculous duck cassoulet out of her back pocket. Seriously.

Now we're chilling at Charlie from Miniature Tigers' father's place near Phoenix (jesus that's an awkward sentence - AH, a parenthetical!). Tonight's the Crescent Ballroom and if the food there is half as good as everyone has been saying I'll be a very happy camper. Actually I'm already happy, so... hmm I'll have to think about that one.

Ok I lied; I forgot to work in a Harry Potter reference and don't feel like going back.

WINGARDIUM LEVIOSAAAAA -- god, I'm a nerd. SORRY.

03 March 2012

Pretty & Nice travel times


            WELL folks, Pretty & Nice's unlaundered bottoms have made it across the country. We met up with the Modern Art tour in Seattle on Thursday and got to meet our tourmates Chain Gang of 1974, Geographer, and our good buddies Miniature Tigers. Lots of friendly talented dudes -- gonna be a killer, easy tour. Even though we’ve played a few shows of our own along the way, I got these first-night-of-tour-jitters right before we got on stage in Seattle. They went poof! soon as we started playing but it was weirdly cool in a way.
The past few days have had a couple really cool rock n roll things take place: like driving from Denver to Provo to stay with a kind gentlemen Holden and Roger met through Turntable.fm (ie. they met a stranger online); walking into said gentleman’s house where his roommates had just started Shindler’s List, so as we decompressed from the drive we got to see a couple brutal executions before going to eat delicious burgers; picking up t-shirts we had mailed to Bret Nelson from Built to Spill (who, amazingly, is a friend and fan of the band) in Boise, drinking several beers with Mr. Nelson while he locked down a last minute show for us in town; ending the night somehow in a hot tub, which belonged to the girlfriend of our friend Brian from the band Faux Bois (who are excellent); and driving through whiteout conditions over frightening mountain passes and listening to Holden express true fear (and why not one more parenthetical?).
Next we enjoyed the shortest van ride so far, Seattle to Portland, wandered Portland hunting for necessities like delay pedals and drippy, pants-ruining tacos, before playing a mammoth cavern doubling as a music venue/nightclub. It's always weird hearing your snare boomerang off the brick walls and having it hit you in the forehead just after you actually hit the drum. Best part of the night for me was seeing my sister and her husband, whom I get to see basically once or twice a year (cue: aww). Next thing I know, Faux Brian apparated from Boise to Oregon and was putting us up in another house, where apparently the washers and dryers play little jingles even when you don't use them. 

Four hours of sleep and 11 hours driving later and we're in SF about to max this stage to the EXTREME. I think we're finally settling into travel mode and getting all cozy. Next thing I write will have fewer parentheticals and more Harry Potter references. Week 1's done -- POOF!

13 February 2012

Video game music favorites

This will have to be an ongoing thing; there's just TOO MUCH. Potential obvious point: it's really cool to me how earlier game music almost completely created the atmosphere that art directors of future installments used as a framework as graphics improved. I think people who say that current game music isn't as good are a little blinded by nostalgia, because there is some phenomenal fully orchestrated stuff coming out now. Back in the day there just wasn't as much to latch onto visually, so it makes sense that everybody gravitated toward the music as the main way to emotionally latch onto a game character. With the soundtrack playing along, your imagination fleshed things out. Now, like I find myself saying over and over, you just have to pay a little more attention with so much getting thrown at you visually. It's just different, but still beautiful and exciting to me at least.

METROID (NES) - Title Screen


SHADOW OF THE COLOSSUS (PS2) - The Sunlit Earth


LEGEND OF ZELDA: OCARINA OF TIME (N64) - Ganon Final Battle


SHADOW OF THE COLUSSUS (PS2) - Creeping Shadow [kind of want to post the entire soundtrack to this game, but you can go find it]


CHRONO TRIGGER (SNES) - Corridors of Time


Man, there are so many more that are just as crucial! I'll be back.