RIP, Lou

July 19th, 2010 by jodru

You Can’t Refudiate That Sarah Palin Is The Genius of Herself

July 19th, 2010 by jodru

The ‘refudiate’ story reminds me of a couple of things. First, the Mad Hatter. Palin’s throwing her own tea party where nothing makes any sense, and she could care less.

Second, watching her public life is like watching someone who took the first installment of The Wørd as a How-To manual. She is the very embodiment of ‘truthiness’.

Finally, it reminds me of Pat Cooper’s epic meltdown on Howard Stern. There’s not much back story to this audio except for the fact that Howard had a few callers badmouth Pat on previous shows. Pat arrived in the studio with a full head of steam and unleashed 4 epic minutes of radio. Right after he starts, he coins the unforgettable phrase, “I am a genius of myself” [@ 2:17].

Palin is, above all, the genius of herself, and you can’t argue with nonsense like that!

More Nonsense From Nolan

July 16th, 2010 by jodru

Christopher Nolan deserves all the credit in the world for delivering such an ambitious film right in the middle of summer, but ambition has gotten the better of him in his last two films. Inception is every bit as ponderous as The Dark Knight and a good deal more absurd. The action at the center of this heist film is good clean fun, but as gifted as Nolan is at constructing visual images, he does not know how to coherently structure an action sequence. In the frenetic moments of the film, wonderful, knock-your-socks-off stunts seem to pile up every minute, but who is doing what to whom is often difficult or impossible to sort out.

That’s a striking failure given all the effort Nolan exerts to explain things as clearly as possible. It feels like 4 out of every 5 lines in the film do nothing but exposit the Rules of the Game. We learn how Leo and his team hack into dreams. Who developed the technology. How they extract information from a dream. How the dreamer’s subconscious interacts with the illusion they’ve constructed. On and on it goes.

For instance, we learn that when someone dies in a dream they wake up in real life. Okay, that’s simple enough. The problem is that instead of showing this extremely simple concept to us, Nolan explains it repeatedly. Then, he commits the cardinal sin of changing the rules as he goes along.

You see, the main heist is so complex that everyone will need to be so deeply sedated that if they die in this dream, they will end up in Limbo. This revelation comes about halfway through the film, and it shocks Leo’s team. “Limbo?!” Ellen Page gasps.

It was at this point that people started walking out of the theater where I saw the film. After all the endless pronouncements of the Rules, to have them suddenly change in such a preposterous way just made the whole thing feel like Calvinball, where the players are simply shouting out rules as they play the game. In Calvinball, the less sense the rules make, the better. As whimsical as that idea is, it undermines any sense of real dramatic tension. The audience now knows the rules can change at any moment; therefore, nothing in the film seems irreversible.

One of the chief sources of all the critical hyperbole is the Rule that has to do with time, and it’s a pretty silly one. We’re told that 5 minutes of real time equals 40 minutes of dream time. Additionally, the further down into the subconscious that you go, the slower time moves. The final heist involves 4 levels of dreams. The first level would take minutes of dream time. The second would take hours. The third would take weeks, and the fourth should take months. Leo’s character has spent 50 years in the deepest level of dreams.

All this seems incredibly important, right? I mean, they talk about it an awful lot. They even explain how they will coordinate the timing between the different levels of dreams (It involves Edith Piaf).

When the heist finally arrives, this temporal scale is almost entirely abandoned. The only remnant of it is in the first level of dreaming, where a van crashes into a river in slow motion. We’ve been told, ad nauseum, that in the seconds it takes the van to reach the water, minutes and hours will pass in the deeper dreams. What we see, however, is the van in slow motion and the other 3 levels of dreaming happening at the same, frenetic, real-time pace. There is an absolutely gorgeous weightless dream, where Joseph Gordon-Levitt calls to mind Gene Kelly (more than the obvious Fred Astaire comparison). There is a high adrenaline shootout atop a snowy mountain, and then there is an emotionally powerful final confrontation between Leo and his dead wife in their old kitchen.

All of the care that Nolan put into establishing the rules of his dreamworld go out the window as these 4 different levels of dreams play out onscreen. Plenty of critics have called this a dazzling bit of narrative wizardry, but it breaks all the rules that Nolan himself laid out. So, why should we care?

I was surprised to find myself more invested in the Shutter Island-esque subplot, and as always with Nolan, there are plenty of beautifully composed shots. These net positives can’t make up for the fact that the film is too long and self-important, but they do prevent it from being a total waste of two and a half hours.

The State of Surveillance

July 16th, 2010 by jodru

Does Orwell’s Big Brother have the power to frighten anyone anymore?

The constant video surveillance in Orwell’s dystopia is so dreadful that it became a cultural shorthand. People who’ve never read Nineteen Eighty-Four know what the phrase “Big Brother is watching you” threatens, but does it still scare us?

Orwell’s concept was born when television was new, and like all new technologies, TV was wondrous, expensive and rare. It is ubiquitous and cheap now, and the more access we have to the technology, the more we’ve demonstrated an appetite to surveil ourselves.

Orwell never anticipated that if you put a camera in everyone’s phone, they’d film themselves.

The Social Network’s trailer opens with an Orwellian montage of personal photos. It would be creepy if someone else had uploaded all that to the internet, right? People in their swimsuits, hanging out at bars, getting married, getting born…all of that personal, private information being broadcast to the world is the new normal. There’s even a word for it, one that Orwell would’ve loved: lifecasting.

The motive behind such exhibitionism is elusive. As the photos flicker in and out, the trailer lingers on the familiar icons of the Facebook site: “Confirm”, “Like”, “What’s on your mind?” Underscoring it all is Radiohead’s voyeuristic anthem, “I wish I was special…But I’m a Creep“. The choice of that song suggests that what motivates people to lifecast is a basic feeling of loneliness or isolation.

Perhaps, but it’s also just basic narcissism. As David Brooks is fond of pointing out, in 1950, only 12% of teenagers surveyed considered themselves to be ‘an important person’. In the late 80’s, when the question was posed again, 77% thought they were important. Today, I’d be surprised if that percentage weren’t even higher.

In his 1976 novel Trouble on Triton, Samuel Delany predicts things a little more accurately than Orwell. Instead of inducing terror, constant government surveillance and data gathering is seen as an opportunity for ego gratification. He writes:

“…ninety-nine point nine nine and several nines percent more of this information was, a) never reviewed by human eyes… b) was of a perfectly innocuous nature, and c) could quite easily be released to the public without the least threat to government security.”

Therefore, a law is passed that any citizen can access the government’s surveillance of his life. In just a few years, the law spawns a cottage industry of Ego-Booster Booths, where people can call up government footage of themselves. The booths are emblazoned with the logo “KNOW YOUR PLACE IN SOCIETY”, and they are wildly popular.

12 Hours Left To Enter Iron Composer

July 15th, 2010 by jodru

The deadline to enter Iron Composer arrives at midnight.

We’ve made entering the competition about as simple as possible. Just email us a score with a brief bio and your contact information. Anyone can enter, and there is no fee.

M.I.A. Brings The Noise

July 14th, 2010 by jodru

There’s a lot to love in this clip. The sheer amount of noise that M.I.A. snuck onto the Late Show. The fact that she brought Martin Rev along for the ride. The send-up of the standard backup-dancers-plus-bad-lipsynching live format that most pop stars use on tour without really thinking it through. Letterman’s reaction to all of it.

The song…meh. But who cares. This is a riot.

Tom Petty & The HeartBreakers, “The Trip To Pirate’s Cove”

July 14th, 2010 by jodru

School of Seven Bells, “Dial”

July 13th, 2010 by jodru

RIP, Tuli

July 12th, 2010 by jodru

Death is a common end.

Jimmy Buffett, “When the Coast Is Clear”

July 12th, 2010 by jodru

Jimmy reworked the lyrics to his 1986 song for last night’s benefit concert. I don’t know why CMT cut away to show Maverick after the first half. I would have happily watched Buffett and friends for another couple hours.

Black Sheep, “Grew Up”

July 12th, 2010 by jodru

Eminem, “Almost Famous”

July 10th, 2010 by jodru

Bernstein In a Nutshell?

July 9th, 2010 by jodru

I’m hard pressed to think of a better summation of the man than this quote:

“People think of Mahler 2, they think of Leonard Bernstein. People think I wrote the piece.”

Contrary to appearances, I do respect the guy, and I don’t mean to continually poke fun at his shortcomings, but come on!

A Reasonable Response to a Post About Insanity

July 9th, 2010 by jodru

Daniel Wolf posted a lengthy comment on my post about the insane business practices of music publishers. It is a reasonable outline of the problems that music publishers face. None of it is news, but it is always worth reminding ourselves of the obstacles in the way of innovation:

It sounds insane, and many traditional publishers make it more so through cumberosme processes, but finding an alternative is not as simple as sending out free PDFs. I’ve made a major investment over the past year in engraving the Alvin Lucier scores in the Material Press catalog. This represents time and money that I would like to amortize in a reasonable period through score sales, the only income for Material Press, as we do not get a share of license fees (allowing the composer to retain the 50% share assigned by GEMA or ASCAP et al to publishers). Initially, I was rather generous in allowing PDFs out, but I rapidly found out that these scores were being performed from the PDFs, without a purchase of the paper scores, and the PDFs were even being circulated, creating 2nd or 3rd generation performances. In starting Material Press, we had two principles: that the scores be inexpensive and that the composers retain 100% of the licenses, thus eliminating two of the major objections to traditional sheet music publishing. Even when I explain these priniciples, some people continue to insist on a right to make unlimited copies, as if my investment was a gift to the world at large. I have no objection at all when someone buys a score and makes a copy for their own use, but each subsequent copy passed on to someone else does have a direct effect on my ability to afford the production of new scores.

Some of the traditional publishers, like Universal, have been making moves in the direction of placing perusal scores for rental works online, but this is a slow process, especially with a huge back catalog, and they do it because they will still be able earn part rentals and license fees. I do believe that they are making a mistake by keeping chamber and solo works too expensive (they ought to be inexpensive enough to purchase that biulk library sales amortize the engraving and eliminate any need for perusals by making cheap study scores available), but many firms are, in fact, trapped in a downward spiral of increased costs, reduced staffs and copying in which they need to preserve any income streams so the idea of reducing prices appears counterintuitive to many firms; very few traditionals which have recognized that the essential service they bring to composers and performers is promotion and that reducing sheet music overhead is necessary to afford better promotion.

The final issue is about availablity of sheet music in general and what to do about orphaned or out-of-print sheet music. Sure, retail sheet music stores have disappeared and it’s not possible to just walk in and peruse scores. But I can still remember many of the famous stores and I can assure you that they were not always as good as their reputations. (The famous Patelson’s had a tiny selection compared to Ralph Pierce Music in Pomona, CA and their staff was surly and slow.) But guess what? Ordering online allows better selections, whether from composer themselves, publishers, or online retailers, and delivery times are much faster than in the past (in 1978, it took a year for me to get a copy of Cage’s Amores!). And sheet music prices have not kept up with inflation, so the costs to performers, in real terms are less. As for orphaned music, there has to be a legal solution for abandoned works, but copyright terms have been expanded so greatly that any such solution would involve an unprecedented takings of property rights that had been explicitly granted and I don’t know honestly how that would play out in the present legal atmosphere. In short, it’s such a mess that even the most reasonable proposal will be very difficult to implement.

I put an emphasis on the most central point in all of this: music publishers fail in their most basic function, which is promotion.

I always think back to the days of song pluggers, and I can never understand why that practice hasn’t been updated for the 21st century. If you were the publisher of a piece, wouldn’t you want the first result people see when they Google the title to be its product page on your site? Instead, when you Google the title of a piece, you’re lucky if the publisher’s listing is in the first 10 pages of results.

A Tale of Two Game Fives

July 9th, 2010 by jodru

There’s going to be a ton of sour grapes flowing into the Lake in the wake of Lebron’s departure. The Cavs’ owner set the tone this morning with a churlish open letter to Lebron. As self-indulgent as the letter is, the man’s entitled to such gestures, as the net worth of his franchise just took a $250 million hit. Lebron’s right to say that he ‘can’t get involved with’ the grieving process in Cleveland. People will burn his jersey, trash him in the media, and cope in any way that they know how.

However, the years that Lebron gave to the city are some of the best we’ve ever had in Cleveland sports. They recalled the record-shattering offensive juggernauts of the 90’s Indians, or the ferocious mid-80’s Browns. It was just plain fun to watch those teams. The Indians’ entire season would sell out in a matter of days back then. Home games for the Cavs during the Lebron era felt like a gigantic block party. For a city that can barely afford to pick up its own trash, the escapism that Lebron’s play provided was an immeasurable gift.

The Decision really rests on the shoulders of the Cavs, who failed to assemble a team around him. That failure is epitomized by the two most memorable performances of Lebron’s tenure in Cleveland. They were both Game Fives in the playoffs.

The first was in 2007 against the Pistons. The series was tied at 2 games apiece, and the Pistons were the superior team. The second half of the game amounted to 9 guys standing around and watching one guy play a game of basketball. Lebron was the only Cav to score in the last 13 minutes of the game. It was an insane performance. People immediately screamed that it was legendary. Sports Illustrated proclaimed, “James has made Clevelanders forget the Drive and the Fumble, the most egregious choke jobs by their beloved NFL Browns.”

But we all read that and knew it wasn’t true. All Lebron had done was spackle over the deficiencies of his team by putting on a fireworks show. The win demoralized the Pistons, and Lebron earned us a spot in the Finals. It was the first time the Cavs had ever advanced that far in the playoffs, and the Spurs swept us.

Fast forward to this year, where Lebron was more focused than ever, after being absolutely stymied by the Magic in the Eastern finals the previous year. We rolled over the Bulls in the first round. The Celtics were supposed to be old and decrepit. The series was over before it started, according to almost every sportswriter in the country.

Then came another Game Five, and it was like watching Bizarro Lebron. He played for all but 3 minutes of the game, but he never found his shot. What was worse was the way he just stood there, seemingly disengaged from the action. Now it was 1 guy watching the other 9 play a game of basketball. The standout statistic from that game is that he only attempted 14 shots. That’s one every 3 minutes that he was in the game.

If he’d had a team around him, they could have lifted him up, converted on his assists, made the shots that he wasn’t able to. But the leading scorer for the Cavs was an ancient Shaq. The Cavs lost by 32, and the Celtics won the series.

These two Game Five performances three years apart are the opposite sides of the same coin. They tell the story of why Lebron felt he had to go. In 2007, he single-handedly won a game on the back of a spectacular performance. In 2010, his spectacular failure proved insurmountable for his teammates. As age advances, it becomes less and less possible to carry an entire team on your back. Lebron is a physically freakish, supernaturally gifted basketball player, but even he needs 4 other guys to help him win a game.

Lebron James’ Game Five Statistics

May 31, 2007
Cavaliers v. Pistons

Points: 48
Rebounds: 9
Assists: 7
Steals: 2
Shots: 18-33

May 11, 2010
Celtics v. Cavaliers

Points: 15
Rebounds: 6
Assists: 7
Steals: 1
Shots: 3-14

Pogue Picks Up On Brown

July 8th, 2010 by jodru

David Pogue has jumped into the sheet music debate Jason Brown started on his blog. I was thrilled to see Pogue showcase a more articulate defender of copyright infringement than the teenager Brown argued with. Pianist Michael Hawley writes:

I play the piano. Over the years, I have collected 15,000 piano scores in PDF form, covering about 400 years of classical keyboard works.

It’s like lint in the drier of the Internet. Much of it is not available anywhere for purchase, or even findable in libraries for circulation. Max Reger’s arrangement for two pianos of Wagner’s overture, for instance? Well, the Max Reger Institute in Karlsruhe, Germany has a copy…

Perhaps I’m over-sensitive to scenarios like this because the trumpet has such a paltry repertoire. So, I’m always on the hunt for good pieces to play, and it’s a murderous business.

Publishers do not advertise their wares. In fact, they seem to actively discourage access to the scores that they are theoretically trying to make money off of. When you finally do get your hands on a score, you pdf it, because you never know when you’ll need to use it again, and you’re surely not going to pay another perusal fee just to look at it. When you’re working on a booking, you email that pdf out to collaborators to suss out its feasibility. All of that’s illegal, but these performances would never happen without such infractions.

I’ve never been in the music library of a major performing organization that didn’t vigorously violate copyright law. The damnable thing is that if the publishers would make access easier, there would be less incentive to ’steal’. It would be a dream to have a publishing version of iTunes, where you could search for something like Xenakis’ Metastasis and instantly download the score and parts.

(Try Googling that piece and figuring out where to order performance materials. Kiss a solid half hour of your life goodbye.)

Burn On, Big River, Burn On…

July 8th, 2010 by jodru

The Drive (1987)

The Fumble (1988)

The Shot (1989)

Jose Mesa (1997)

The Decision (2010)

It’s been great to watch Lebron play for us for the past few years. Obviously, we’re gonna miss him, but we’re used to this heartache.

He deserves all the credit in the world for going to someone else’s team and leaving money on the table. To me, this signals the final nail in the coffin of the awful, ego-driven, 1-star-per-team era of the NBA.

Buh-Bye, ‘Bron

July 8th, 2010 by jodru

When I was five, living two long blocks from Lake Erie, the Cleveland Browns were known as the Kardiac Kids. The tension of watching the Browns perpetually threaten to come from behind would be unbearable if you didn’t adopt the mindset that even a 5-year old like me could figure out: assume they’ll lose, but hope for a win.

Every Cleveland sports fan on the planet is going into 9 p.m. EST with that same mindset. It’s the only way to bear it if Lebron leaves for Miami, as everyone thinks he will.

Stravinsky, “Symphony of Psalms”

July 7th, 2010 by jodru

I. Exaudi orationem meam
Exaudi orationem meam, Domine, et deprecationem meam. Auribus percipe lacrimas meas. Ne sileas.

Quoniam advena ego sum apud te et peregrinus, sicut omnes patres mei.

Remitte mihi, ut refrigerer prius quam abeam et amplius non ero.

Hear my prayer, O Lord, and with Thine ears consider my calling: hold not Thy peace at my tears.

For I am a stranger with Thee: and a sojourner, as all my fathers were.

O spare me a little that I may recover my strength: before I go hence and be no more.

II. Expectans expectavi Dominum
Expectans expectavi Dominum, et intendit mihi.

Et exaudivit preces meas; et eduxit me de lacu miseriae, et de luto fæcis.

Et statuit super petram pedes meos: et direxit gressus meos.

Et immisit in os meum canticum novum, carmen Deo nostro.

Videbunt multi, videbunt et timebunt: et sperabunt in Domino.

I waited patiently for the Lord: and He inclined unto me, and heard my calling.

He brought me also out of the horrible pit, out of the mire and clay.

and set my feet upon the rock, and ordered my goings.

And He hath put a new song in my mouth: even a thanksgiving unto our God.

Many shall see it and fear: and shall put their trust in the Lord.

II. Alleluia, laudate Dominum
Alleluia.

Laudate Dominum in sanctis Ejus.

Laudate Eum in firmamento virtutis Ejus. Laudate Dominum.

Laudate Eum in virtutibus Ejus. Laudate Dominum in virtutibus Ejus.

Laudate Eum secundum multitudinem magnitudinis Ejus. Laudate Dominum in sanctis Ejus..

Laudate Eum in sono tubae.

Laudate Eum. Alleluia. Laudate Dominum. Laudate Eum.

Laudate Eum in timpano et choro,

Laudate Eum in cordis et organo; Laudate Dominum.

Laudate Eum in cymbalis benesonantibus,

Laudate Eum in cymbalis jubilationibus. Laudate Dominum.

Laudate Eum, omnis spiritus laudet Dominum, omnis spiritus laudet Eum.

Alleluia. Laudate, laudate, laudate Dominum.

Alleluja.

O praise God in His holiness:

Praise Him in the firmament of His power.

Praise Him in His noble acts:

Praise Him according to His excellent greatness.

Praise Him in the sound of the trumpet:

Praise Him upon the strings and pipe.

Praise Him upon the well-tuned cymbals,

Praise Him upon the loud cymbals.

Let everything that hath breath praise the Lord.

Alleluja.

M.I.A., “It Takes a Muscle”

July 6th, 2010 by jodru

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