Archive for June, 2006

From the Loud Noises and Nostalgia Dept.

Wednesday, June 28th, 2006

So I’ve been listening lately to some older “classic” music, in this case, mainly some Beatles, Pink Floyd and The Clash. These are three bands that I know exist on vinyl in my basement somewhere. These are bands that my parents bought when the music was current and those bands’ members were all living and still in the same band. It got me thinking about the future of these kinds of things. At what point does something become a classic? As this music enters it’s second or third generation of fans and presumably sails and distribution what becomes of it? Is there a point when people who listen to a band like The Mars Volta aren’t aware that they are borrowing pages from Pink Floyd’s book? Do people stop acknowledging their roots after some period of time? I guess that shift away from one’s roots only occurs when there is upheaval and a rejection of past innovation, when old things are bad and innovation becomes the norm not the exception. I guess one can see the staying power of this particular music as evidenced my the fact that many people alien to the culture it came out of still listen to it. Why does this happen? When was the last time you listened to Frank Sinatra? or Bach? There is a continuation also of style and attitudes from these same periods, of the continuation of lifestyle movements the music they partially represented. This seems shows something of the acceptance by us of the world our parents and their peers built for us. It shows also perhaps that we are clinging to the world that music came out of. Is there anyone who listens to the Grateful Dead and doesn’t wish that they were there on tour with the Dead when Garcia was still alive. We have nostalgia for an age we didn’t see, that our parents may have seen but largely ignored or didn’t actively participate in. Where does this clinging emanate from? Paying homage to those that paved the way for us is one way to simultaneously honor the past and present. It seems one cannot listen to Phish and not be aware of The Grateful Dead. (or so I’ve heard, I haven’t listened to much Grateful Dead or Phish.) I wonder if this trend of remembering extended to other things that I am even less knowledgeable about. I’d guess it does, doing honor to predecessors seems something ingrained in western culture since The Renaissance, when ‘Classical’ civilization was put on the pedestal is has existed on in the minds of scholars since, when it was given the status of being the root of our civilization, our philosophy, mythology, literature, and thinking.
Again, I come to no conclusions, I think therefore I write. Hopefully if you’re reading this i provoke some thought in you. If you feel so inclined leave a comment.

Music: Pat Metheny – Bright Size Life

From the Nice Noises and Yelling Dept.

Tuesday, June 27th, 2006

So I read a few days ago that a high quality band out of New York City, The World Inferno/Friendship Society is releasing a new albumn on the 11th of July. This in my mind at least, brings up an important concern about emerging/small/indie/local/not rich bands. This question is as follows: Do I buy their record? Normally, this would be a given if they were a local band or a 1/2 way decent opening band (like this one or this one.) assuming I had money on me at the time said purchase was available. In general I won’t buy music if the band is not one of my faveorites. I’ll definetly go out and buy (maybe even predorder, which is an interesting topic all to itself.) the new radiohead album or given the chance I’ll to buy Spiritual Rez’s new cd. I say I’d buy these CDs because they’re both one of my favorite bands and in the mostly capitalist society in which we live sending people your money is like giving them your capitlist meritocrazy thumbs-up. World Inferno is also one of the most interesting bands I’ve heard in a long time. Anyway, all of this got me thinking and raised a few un-answerable (to me at least) questions:

So how does one decide when one should pay money for something one might otherwise attain at much smaller cost but greater befefit to the producer of said good? How does digitally receving things at little cost to the end user change the captial dynamic between the producer and consumer.
(I’m talking producer in economic terms, in the music industry the producer seems to fuck the band in the ass regardless of other factors, for instance I hear [from a somewhat reputable source on LP things] Linkin Park’s Hybrid Theory made the band almost no money, which sucks becuase it was their only good album.)
How long will it take for the inevitable death of physical media to come about? Will this cut out the middle man that sucks profits from artists or replace him with another possibly better or worse?
(at the moment iTunes at least seems to be decent as it recently stopped recrod lables from moving away from the 99 cents a song model that has thus far been successful, though I can’t seem to dig up the slashdot story on it from a few months back.)
Anyway, all of this has been raised in one form or another hundred of times by other people who know more about dirstribution technologies and the music industry then I do. I guess what I come away with is this, a core tentant of capitalism and the [mostly]free market: If something is valuable, pay for it.

From the Bible Thumping, Dead Sea Scrolls Dept.

Monday, June 26th, 2006

I’ve just heard about a suppressed biblical story that outlines that the time honored traditions of calling ’shotgun’ when seeking to ride next to the vehicle driver and that of calling ‘fives.’ Actually dates back to the time the Old testament was written in the time of a Great King who saw both of these practices used to his great advantage. I will reproduce the translated test from Attic Greek here for your reading pleasure.

…And upon waking the great King could see that which had passed before his eyes, the visions given unto him through the night by an angle of the Lord our God. And King David had seen that these things were a blessing and a bane to the Enemies of He who Protects the people and that these rules shall bring peace and order unto all of his domain. The great King called to his wisest elders in all the villages of the land, and when they had arrived and taken their evening meal they sat with the King and heard him speak of his powerful vision. He told the wise men to tell their villages of his dream and that the Lord demanded they practice and uphold the law of Shotty and of Fives.

He laid out the rules given to The King as from an angle before his eyes. He spake thus unto the wise men. “When though seeks to gain position in a dispute with a peer, thou shalt called aloud ’shotty’ unto the Lord your God on high and the other who lacks your quick tongue shall defer to your call unto God and subvert himself in this matter. Also, when one is sharing of another’s house, or of your own, and you must depart from your seat for prayer, to reap the fields that god has graced you full with bounty or to visit unto they neighbor if thou care deeply for the Lord and for thy seated position, upon rising thou shalt call again unto the Lord on high ‘fives’ so that all present shall know of your reverence for God and in so doing show reverence to your seat, your house and all the land whose dominion is that of the Great King.

And months later, when That great kind did leave for a campaign in a great way, as he rose to go out to the war from the throne bestowed upon him by God he called fives unto Him. In so doing he protected his reign from his wicked brother and his brother’s wife who was princess in a kingdom of wicked and evil men unknowing of God. The King upon returning praised to lord and instructed his scribes to record the Rules of Fives and place them in the archives of shantiok for all time.”

From the Bitches and …… Dept

Sunday, June 18th, 2006

the things that pop into my head scare me:
i was listening to rap music in the bathroom since some kid always plays it and a minute ago i came up with an awesome line that should be in a hardcore gangster rap song. “which one’a yall bitches wanna cuddle?”
this seems to me ot be a relavent question.
stay tuned for more.

Music: The ‘phat jams’ I write in my own crazy gangsta brain, Yo!
just kidding. This is an idea that’s about 6 months old.

From the Sex and Violence Dept.

Saturday, June 17th, 2006

I’ve been thinking a fair amount lately about guns, firearms, and their ability to harm, maim, and kill people. It’s a subject that’s come up in life, things I’ve watched and seen as well as conversations I’ve had recently.

The main thing that comes to mind when really thinking about firearms is that they wholly divorce physical effort or ability from an individual’s capacity to end some one else’s life, something of immense historical, military and social significance. You need to be strong or stronger than the person you are attacking to chock them to death. You need to be somewhat skilled or catch the victim off guard if you hope to stab them to death. But with a firearm, all you have to really be able to do is raise your arm and use your index finger and you can end someone else’s life. Once I considered it in this fashion the idea behind guns becomes disturbing, they cease to just be another weapon like a knife or a sword. (for the sake of these considerations, bombs are not much different than firearms outside of being more difficult to obtain but easier to manufacture and more difficult to use discriminately.

I was down in Alabama a month or so back on a climbing trip to Horse Pens 40 in Steele. We arrived at the campsite late at night and Mr. Schultz, the camp’s owner and operator greeted us warmly despite the late hour, he told us a number of interesting stories about climbing, the history of the place and little anecdotes. One of these annecdotes featured climbers from Canada who left the campsite in great haste to avoid paying extra money (eight dollars a night per person) for their stay. In their haste to save either dollars they came close to hitting one of Mr. Schultz’s children with their car. The memory of the incident prompted Mr. Schultz to relate not only the finer points of using tomahawk handles as a tool for bludgeoning those who have offended you but also pull a 45 caliber handgun from his front pocket and wave it around a little. This much more casual relationship with firearms that to my knowledge largely pervades the American South seems in some ways more safe than that of the North. In a way it’s like sex education classes, if you’re exposed to information and practical knowledge of sex/guns you’re less likely to do something stupid like get shot/ knock up your girl or boy friend. Perhaps if you know how to use something you’re more likely to respect the danger it represents because of your familiarity with it. It would be interesting to know where more accidental gun related deaths and injuries occur in areas with fewer or less guns.

I heard a story recently about a guy who worked for the DEA and was sent down to New Orleans after Hurricane Katrina to help local police and other government officials round up drug dealers. I heard that as far as official rules of engagement were concerned if you got into a gun fight you should try to identify the body. These gunfights were apparently not rare occurrences and these rules of engagement were passed down directly from the Department of Defense or the Justice Department’s head. It seems drug dealers were taking pot shots at police and others from houses they’d barricaded themselves into. This guy who worked for the DEA said he ended up shooting a considerable number of dogs who had been cooped up in houses subsisting on carpet and sheetrock or other things dogs eat when they think it’s food but will really end up killing them. Apparently a lot of them are the scary inbred killer pit bull drug dealer dog-types that would bit you in the face before they let you do anything to them.

There are a couple of other topics related to this DEA agent’s experience down in New Orleans that will make for interesting posts I’ll try to continue over the next couple of days.

Music: None right now, but in my head The Exploited’s Sex and Violence.
Reading: same as before.

From the Peace and Harmony Dept.

Saturday, June 17th, 2006

As I sit here in my clean, organized temperature controlled room in an aging but nice house surrounded by a manicured lawn with trees planted years before by myself and my family. I hear only the soft sounds of a humming refridgerator, the exhale of the air condioner and the slow creak of the floor boards as I walk the bring, empty floors. I see that I am at peace here, both when I am alone with the grey tabby cat who sleeps his life away and when I am in the company of everyone else who lives or visits here often. I can since into a sort of rhythm, I feel I could exist here alone for far longer than is healthy in the long run. Like the decay of my social skills and my personality would go undetected when surrounded with this kind of serenity.

Eventually, this epoch of rest, reflection and peace will come to an end when I am forced by practicality out into the world again. I think it will come as more of a shock than I might like.

From the Bright Lights and Big City Dept.

Friday, June 16th, 2006

Ok, Ladies and Gents, I know you all have this problem. Imagine: a nice summer’s day, you’re walking along in central park or the Boston commons or the Space Needle or the Lincoln Memorial or what’s left of New Orleans or the Tate Modern or the Eiffel Tower or the coliseum. We all know that a full bladder can put a real damper on enjoyment of the laser etched side of the Korean War Memorial or Lincoln’s face. You’re having a nice time until you need to use the bathroom. Then, you’re like Fuck Me, I’m in a major metropolitan area where it is very difficult to find facilities open to people on the street. Have no fear citizens, soon there will be an answer to your prayers and bladder / bowel related desperation.

I give you Poop + GO: an innovation in metropolitan bathroom usage. I’m going to register poopandgo.com as soon as possible. You get discreet, quick, friendly, private and well ventilated access to clean toilets for a low fee, it’s a big step up in quality from putting coins into the McDonald’s toilets. (As of my last visit there the Boston Commons Burger King Toilets were still free.) There will be a timed pyramidal payment structure for doing your buiness and there will be an attendant to insure that there’s only full grown person per bathroom as to guarantee that only digestion related bodily functions occur.

The idea could use some fleshing out but I think in all seriousness there should be more publicly maintained “micro payment” toilets in major cities. I wonder if people have the same problem in Europe? I bet the socialists up in Scandinavia have toilets all over the place, the Germans have really clean ones because they’re all crazy and the Japanese just piss anywhere but have public toilets down part or so it seems.