The Phantom Tortfeasor: Second covers songpile of 2023

And…here’s the second of my typical three year-end songpiles (best songs from my favorite albums won’t show up for a couple-few weeks yet). This one has a couple of unusual features. First, in these covers mixes, I try to avoid having the same artist covered more than once in a single playlist…but for various reasons, here I end up with two artists doubling up: Lou Reed, and (of all people) Siouxsie & the Banshees. (The last was because some website or other featured its fave Siouxsie covers, I think.)

The other is that, in sequencing these, my tendency is to keep the mood moving, which means that I’m likely to switch gears after three or four similar songs. If I sequence three synthy things in a row, I’ll probably want to bring in the electric guitars or an acoustic thing next, for instance. But this time, I had five funk/soul numbers…and I decided to end the mix with them all in a big band. Most are uptempo, with Al Green (and Raye) slowing things down for a bit before Sharon Jones & the Dap-Kings get us out quicklike.

Part 1

  1. Garbage “Cities in Dust” Siouxsie & the Banshees (0.00)
  2. Joe Warhol “I Heard Her Call My Name” The Velvet Underground (4.14)
  3. Ted Leo & the Pharmacists “Inwards” Big Country (8.51)
  4. Lavalove “Lithium” Nirvana (13.39)
  5. Jim O’Rourke “Trains and Boats and Planes” Burt Bacharach/Billy J. Kramer & the Dakotas (17.36)
  6. The Golden Seals “Frownland” Captain Beefheart (21.37)
  7. Sparkle*Jets U.K. “Another Myself” The Sugarplastic (24.15)
  8. Sara Noelle “Dry the Rain” Beta Band (27.13)
  9. Anna Malick “Kiss Them for Me” Siouxsie & the Banshees (31.09)
  10. Philip Selway “Fly” Nick Drake (35.09)
  11. Hildegard von Blingin’ “Hurt” Nine Inch Nails/Johnny Cash 40.07
  12. Robyn Hitchcock “Not Dark Yet” Bob Dylan [new version from Patreon] 43.56
  13. Superchunk “A Child’s Christmas in Wales” John Cale (49.13)

Part 2

  1. PJ Harvey “Janet, Johnny, and James” The Fall (0.00)
  2. Poco “Dallas” Steely Dan (4.04)
  3. Samantha Crain “Time After Time” Cyndi Lauper (7.25)
  4. Madison Cunningham “Poses” Rufus Wainwright (10.50)
  5. Kristin Hersh “Wave of Mutilation” Pixies (15.25)
  6. St. Vincent “Emotional Rescue” The Rolling Stones (18.33)
  7. Inokasira Rangers, Keiichi Sokabe (Sunny Day Service) “Born Slippy” Underworld (23.48)
  8. Tony Gordon “Climbin’ Up the Ladder” Isley Brothers (27.15)
  9. The Brothers Johnson “Come Together” The Beatles (31.43)
  10. The Isley Brothers “Summer Breeze” Seals & Crofts (35.52)
  11. Al Green, Raye “Perfect Day” Lou Reed (42.04)
  12. Sharon Jones & the Dap-Kings “Take Me with U” Prince (46.05)

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The Fodder of Heist Canon (Winter 2023 Songpile)

Another batch of songs that came my way in the last three months, segued with care and too much attention. Most of these are new, but not all of them. Most notably, there is actually new music from Charles Bissell, formerly of the Wrens…an event that had increasingly begun to seem about as likely as new music from David Bowie did in 2015. Sadly, it took the breakup of the band…but with three songs, two of them to appear in some form on a forthcoming album, Bissell’s new project Car Colors made a splash with its debut. (Why that name? I do not know.)

Part 1

  1. The Armoires “Music & Animals” (0.00)
  2. Bill Lloyd “Feeling the Elephant” (3.43)
  3. The Cyrkle “We Thought We Could Fly” (8.04)
  4. Rain Parade “Green” (11.17)
  5. The New Pornographers, Aimee Mann “Firework in the Falling Snow” [acoustic] (14.44)
  6. Boygenius “Black Hole” (17.33)
  7. Laetitia Sadier “Une Autre Attente” (20.02)
  8. Ducks Ltd. “The Main Thing” (22.22)
  9. The Mutton Birds “She’s Been Talking” (25.18)
  10. Madison Cunningham “Subtitles” (29.06)
  11. Jamila Woods “Good News” (33.10)
  12. Anton Barbeau “Darkness, Death & Deep Denial” (36.10)
  13. Big Thief “Vampire Empire” (40.21)
  14. Cotton Mather “Going to Meet the Big Man” (43.24)

Part 2

  1. Morrissey “Rebels without Applause” (0.00)
  2. Terry Alan Hackbarth “Afraid of the Dark” (3.20)
  3. Everything Everything “Supernormal” (6.16)
  4. High Vis “Walking Wires” (9.39)
  5. Vanishing Twin “Lotus Eater” (12.17)
  6. Björk, Rosalía “Oral” (16.36)
  7. St. John Electric “Witch Bay” (20.16)
  8. Bombay Bicycle Club, Damon Albarn “Heaven” (25.34)
  9. Wilco “Ten Dead” (29.56)
  10. Car Colors “Old Death” (33.47)
  11. The Joy Formidable “Share My Heat” [full version] (40.57)

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Now vs. Then

A while back on YouTube, I found a version of the Beatles’ “Now and Then” in which someone had taken John’s isolated vocal track and made a backing track as if the song had been written and recorded in 1967. (I can no longer find this particular version…but this person was neither the first, nor will I be the last, to execute this idea!) It was okay…but it leaned too heavily on paraphrasing existing 1967 Beatlesong parts (“oh look! here’s a mellotron flute patch outlining the chords in the same pattern as ‘Strawberry Fields’! And there’s a recorder part, like in ‘Fool on the Hill’…” and so on). So I decided I’d try to make something in the style of 1967 Beatles but trying not to ape any particular song or arrangement idea.

Pause here while you consider the hubris of this. Oh well—none of those other folks did either.

My orchestrations (all fake, btw: my backing vocals and guitar are the only “real” instruments here) used instrumental combos that I don’t think are on any Beatles records (a French horn and a flute, a bassoon and an English horn…). Of course, the Beatles of this era rarely left the sound of even acoustic instruments alone…so nearly everything has its own particular treatment. Afterwards I realized that nearly everything in the song (except John’s lead vocal) tends to work in pairs alongside other instruments—hidden and unconscious logic!

I also rearranged the song structure: while I understand why Paul didn’t use any of the extended, wandering bridge found in John’s demo (you can easily find it online)—it built a bit of tension, and made the instrumental section more powerful emotionally—I decided I really liked the first two phrases of it. I put it in a different location than on the demo, though (curiously, after I finished, I found another “1967 ‘Now and Then'” attempt that did the exact same thing!). This allowed me to do something my ears kept expecting the actual recording to do: at some point alter that A minor chord ending the verse to an A major (the bridge is in F-sharp minor, so that A major provides a smoother segue, being the relative major of that minor key). This move sort of reverses what Paul does at the end of the instrumental section, changing the D major to a D minor (before moving to G to lead in to the verse in A minor: I put the second chorus here instead, and truncated the phrase on the D minor to lead to the G of the chorus…).

Paul’s slide guitar in that instrumental break is his tribute to George and what he might have played on this recording had he lived to record it. Of course, during Beatletime George had not yet developed his distinctive slide style…but he was an instrumental innovator in two other ways. One is of course his incorporation of Indian music, especially the sitar…and the other (less well-known) is that George was the Beatle most intrigued by synths (and is largely responsible for their appearance on Abbey Road). On this instrumental section, therefore, the main line is played by (fake) sitar and a (sampled) Ondes Martenot, an early synthesizer (similar to and contemporary with the clavioline, as heard on “Baby You’re a Rich Man”) that I’m imagining George might have enjoyed playing with.

So, there you have it…

Monkey Typing Pool “Now and Then”

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Artificial Inelegance

In October, writer William D. Cohan published an opinion piece in the Washington Post titled “AI Is Learning from Stolen Intellectual Property. It Has to Stop.” First, the moment we think of ideas as “intellectual property,” we’ve accepted the conception of thought and its practical application held by property owners—and, of course, especially by those who own a lot of property. Second, the notion that what AI does is “theft” misunderstands how AI works, and for that matter, imagines for AI a wholly new standard regarding the taking in of information, a standard which criminalizes how AI works with information, even though human beings work with information (and use that information) quite similarly. Obviously, AI’s information processing is considerably faster and can handle much more volume than humans can…but if it’s not theft when a human being’s thoughts display the influence of another thinker, it can’t be theft when an AI’s output does so. 

Humans can read things, look at things, listen to them, and take in information to understand it, to work with it, to combine it with their own ideas or others’ ideas, and so on. It makes no difference if the ideas they’re working with are “paid for” directly: if I read a copy of one of Cohan’s books that I checked out of the public library, even though the library paid for that copy, I am not stealing anything. Same if I borrow my neighbor’s copy of the book. Same if I’m glancing at the book at the bookstore, and something Cohan writes stirs up some thoughts of my own. I owe Cohan nothing if a stray phrase or sentence spurred on my own thoughts. If the influence is specific or quite direct, I may well cite him…but it may also be that the idea mixes in with all the other ideas I encounter and workplay with, such that in the end, it’s clear to no one what sources germinated any particular set of ideas.

“Permission” to take in the ideas of a book, a painting, a piece of music may, in some cases, be restricted…but when people borrow a book, see a copy of an art museum’s painting on a poster, overhear someone else listening to music, we don’t call that “theft.” We call it “learning,” or “thinking.” Every idea out there can hypothetically be traced back to some person’s original thought (or several people arriving at the idea independently), but there’s no intellectual accountant tracking every last thought and making sure its originators get paid, nor intellectual cops staking out information thieves thinking about and with ideas they did not generate entirely from ideas they somehow “paid” for.

More to the point: if Cohan’s work is online, and he has not specifically locked it down only to those who pay him or get his permission to read it, the fact that AI is “scraping” it to learn from it how language works is no more “theft” than my going to the library is. Yes, the library paid for the book…(and Cohan was, presumably, paid something to write his book, even if the book didn’t earn back his advance)—but no one else need do so. 

And there are many situations in which we take in information without our paying a cent or having any specific permission. The situations in which another person’s thoughts must be cited (which still does not typically require either payment or permission) have to do with the use of specific words or phrasing, or particular ideas. A general mood, or feeling—the idea that, say, I want to write a song that sounds like a Chagall painting looks—has nothing whatsoever to do with “theft” or any kind of copyright law.

In describing the process of “scraping” information and analyzing its functioning, Cohan invents (as have many others recently) an intellectual property right from whole cloth. “Style” is not copyrightable. Furthermore, Cohan and others often write as if AI spits out discrete chunks of the texts it’s trained upon and digested. It does not. When asked for a text that’s similar to Dylan Thomas, it does not output a hash of individual Dylan Thomas lines or phrases. Instead, it analyzes the structure and nature of (in this case) Thomas’s language, and generates phrases that reproduce that structure and nature but are not phrases Thomas ever wrote.

That is, AI does not do collage. (And it’s an interesting point that collage artists historically are not expected to pay for, or even necessarily name and acknowledge, the source of their imagery.) It does not merely mix and match existing ingredients, as if putting together a stew from leftovers. Instead, it gleans certain traits or characteristics from its sources, which are used to further its ability to output language (etc.) that works similarly to those sources, but which does not quote or paraphrase or summarize those sources directly. (Note that Cohan did not find out his works had been scraped because he recognized some aspect of his work in any AI’s output. Instead, he was told that his work had been used. This is a huge distinction: if a writer plagiarizes paragraphs from a second writer’s work, it’s a form of theft…but if that second writer believes that the first writer was strongly influenced by his work, that is in no way actionable…and only the most crankish of writers would consider “influence” to be a form of theft.) Style is not copyrightable.

This is a key point. “Style” is a mysterious and intangible thing which, nevertheless, humans are fairly good at recognizing. “Fairly” good…but not at all unanimous. One person’s “influenced by Pixies” is another’s “what? I hear a lot of XTC but…Pixies?!?” (This is specifically about Bang! The Earth Is Round by the Sugarplastic, fwiw, and is based on an actual online conversation…)

Any artist is influenced by the books, paintings, music, and so on that they experience. Quite often they seek out work—or do research with such artwork—to enhance their knowledge and experience. It is not required that they pay a damned cent for this, nor acquire anyone’s permission. See: “public library.” Any artwork would be impossible without the artist’s influence and awareness of other artworks, both in the same field the artist works within and more broadly.

Furthermore: Cohan argues in bad faith by presuming one set of rules for humans, another set of rules for non-human information processing. Why? He accepts that people can and do take in ideas and information they do not pay for, and they do not need express permission from whoever might be expressing that idea to do so. And it seems he accepts this, since he never mentions it as being a problem…and he himself certain avails himself of such information all the time. 

An irritating aspect of Cohan’s argument is the way he tries to manipulate readers into resentment by constantly referring to the extreme wealth and profit-seeking motives of the corporations funding AI research. Stirring up emotions is not good argument. It makes no sense to evaluate an action as bad only when a rich person or corporation does it if we have no problem with that action when a non-rich person or corporation does the same thing. Laws cannot be written that prohibit certain behaviors only if the legal person (individual or corporate) has wealth above a certain level.

Nevertheless: AI is an immediate threat to some workers. What should such workers do about such threats? What did Hollywood screenwriters and actors do? They went on strike. They made demands. They made arguments. But they largely focused on their skills and rights…not only alleged “thefts” of IP by AI. In doing so, their arguments against letting studios replace them with AIs was given depth and reason…rather than just flailing emotion.

It’s also true that certain commercial art, writing, etc.—the kind that exists primarily to be functional or make someone a lot of money—is fairly reproducible by AI, because AI does a good job of reproducing surfaces. And the point of such art is not that it be distinctively the product of a particular artist, but quite the opposite: that it be general and generic enough to seem like anyone’s and everyone’s sentiment and expression. Still, there are skilled professionals who create such functional art, and their careers are endangered by AI. It is important to protect the livelihood of such workers…but railing against AI as “theft” or otherwise pretending it can be made to go away are not among them. Such approaches are intellectually dishonest, ineffective…and in fact, accept key premises held by those who’d just as soon turn over their kitsch creation to AIs, human art workers be damned.

These “theft” and similar anti-AI arguments argue past the real issue, and do so in a way which accepts the terms of the ownership class in the first place. This is not a useful way to support artist workers. Consider what happened when abortion rights activists acceded to mainstream media descriptions of forced-birth advocates as “pro-life.” It’s hard to argue against a term like “pro-life”—who could oppose being in favor of life, after all? Even when it’s pointed out that only certain lives matter, that they’re dubiously “lives” in the first place, the rhetorical damage has been done. And the image of a group of people protecting life is set. Similarly: to accede to the notion that “art” is primarily a product of one’s labor, something produced while doing a particular job, accepts already that the artist is an employee. And that means that the work they’re doing is for someone else’s benefit, for someone who asserts a right over their time and work, just as is true of any other employee. “We need to get paid for our labor” is true…but the sheer existence of AI is not the problem here. The existence of labor exploitation is.

Not to mention that such arguments somehow imagine that AI can be eliminated, controlled, penalized, etc. Herding cats is hard—herding them back into the bag once they’re out of it is impossible. 

Many of the proposed remedies to the sort of “theft” Cohan describes are likely to harm artists, such as enacting legislation that defines “style” as a copyrightable aspect of artwork. If such concepts were to be legislated, it would create a new property right in an area of creative work previously uncolonized by the concepts of property, ownership, and money: the nebulous notion of “style.” But the creation of such a new category of property would likely result in corporations rushing to copyright “styles” in advance of the actual human artists’ doing so. There is precedent—even in the absence of such rules, corporations have tried to monetize “style” and acted upon that belief. Consider: Geffen Records sued Neil Young in the ‘80s for not being a “Neil Young-like song generator.” And John Fogerty was sued—by the corporation that had acquired the rights to his music—alleging that he plagiarized one of his own songs (the rights to which now belonged to somebody else). Or consider the example of these YouTubers https://youtu.be/TsMMG0EQoyI?si=7TAkMxeUXAvJ07n2, in which a YouTube video using a musical composition clearly in the public domain was claimed in a copyright action, forcing the small artists involved to spend time and money defending their right to (in this case) put up videos of themselves playing Mozart. I’ve known musicians who’ve uploaded their own material to YouTube and been threatened with legal action by large corporations on the basis of bots who “think” the music is someone else’s.

The concept of “intellectual property” itself is a trap. The moment you accept that ideas can be treated like property, you put your ideas at risk of capture by richer, more powerful entities than yourself if they are interested in those ideas. The comparison of ideas to property is flawed in many ways…it would be better to think of ideas as “something humans do” which, when a particular human has an idea that’s distinctive, useful, entertaining, etc., requires recognition and, in some circumstances, a degree of compensation. Especially if such ideas arise upon demand of someone paying the human to come up with such ideas. However…the fact that the ideas came “upon demand” makes them more the specific person’s creation, not less. Because they are now the product of specific human labor…rather than just an idea a human came up with idly daydreaming one afternoon.

One thing that makes ideas unique is that, first, someone who gives them away still possesses them. Another thing that makes ideas unique is that they tend to be more functional, more interesting, more powerful, more entertaining, more moving, and so on, the more they are shared. And still more so when they are adapted, worked with, played with, fucked with, turned upside down, and otherwise used by other humans workplaying with ideas

Scientific knowledge is maybe the best example of this phenomenon. Keeping a scientific discovery to oneself, thinking of it as “property,” is foolish and prevents the idea from attaining its value scientifically and in any other way. The same is true in the aesthetic realm: your poem, present only in your journal, has no value to anyone else. Sharing gives ideas value.

The other common overstatement, or fear, in arguments like Cohan’s is to extend what AI is likely to be able to do in an extremely unlikely manner. Non-commercial art, and/or art that moves beyond merely being functional, cannot be reproduced by AI. Such art incorporates substantial aspects of the human experience, which AI does not (and, I would argue, can never) have.

Human experience is based in that human beings are housed in a physical body, which experiences pleasure and pain, and which is finite and subject to decay and death. Such bodies are always located in space, in relation to other bodies and significant objects in the human’s world.

This is not true of AI, no matter how well it might ape “intelligence.” The situation is analogous to someone perfectly pronouncing every word of a speech in Italian…which they learned phonetically. Or even the same speech pronounced correctly and also bearing a fine, actorly emotional cadence…also learned from, say, recordings of the same speech. But the actor (in this case) does not understand what they’re saying (except insofar as they may have read a translation). They are merely offering a very good but rote reproduction. Human texts come with self-awareness and understanding. AI texts do not.

Even if AI did offer a mishmash of quotes (see above), it would still clearly not be a human. Even the more “creative” version we see that’s based on extensive analysis of how texts work (any text, whether verbal, visual, audible, etc.) still does not come along with self-awareness or any level of understanding.

But, hey: let’s imagine that, some day, AI genuinely achieves intelligence. Let’s say that such intelligence includes (as I believe it must) self-awareness, even will. Would not such AIs have rights in that case?

If not: on what grounds?

AIs possessing self-awareness and individual will are likely also to develop preferences, and even (possibly) emotions, desires. While it would make little sense to embody AIs, or limit the terms of their functionality (that is, AIs are unlikely ever to develop consciousness suffused with embodiedness, or shadowed by mortality), again, the argument that such intelligences have rights is quite strong, I’d say.

A corporation asserting ownership over such intelligences would be attempting to reinstantiate slavery. This is, of course, illegal under most laws…and more to the point, unethical and immoral in nearly everyone’s view. A hypothetical conscious AI who replaces a worker is no more guilty of “stealing” that worker’s job than (to borrow the context from which that phrase comes) an immigrant is. No one is entitled to any particular job (although I would argue that people do have some entitlement to jobs they already have, and they certainly have entitlement to some level of income for a host of reasons beyond the scope of this argument, which is why I favor UBI).

More to the point: the advantage of AIs over humans is precisely their predictability, pliability, and reliability, along with greater speed and capacity. If AIs ever become just as capable as humans of being independent-minded, truculent, distractible, and so on, their benefit to employers over humans will be considerably diminished anyway.

(I’d also that I think it’s sad that Cohan completely overlooks the scientific benefits of AI research, which can help us understand not only how language works but how “style” and artistic syntax work in any medium. This is what motivates many scientists researching AI…even if those funding their research have other ideas. It overlooks practical and helpful applications, such as its potential in medical analysis.)

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Monkeys, typing, noises

My newest recording project, Hits from an Old Notebook, is out now on Bandcamp. Here are a few remarks:

As the name suggests, these are all rather elderly songs, at least in their origins. The newest of them, “Monkey Typing Pool” (the song), dates in its first recording from 2005. The other three are indeed from an old notebook going a-way, way back: let’s put it this way—if it sounds to you like “No Social Security” is a parody of Elvis Costello & the Attractions circa This Year’s Model and that “I Stood Still” bears the marks of someone who listened to Sound Affects and Setting Sons quite a bit…you’re not wrong, and that listener wasn’t being nostalgic.

The main difference between this recording of “Monkey Typing Pool” and the 2005 one is that the original featured a ton of uncleared percussion samples. For this version, I recorded similar percussion tracks myself (yes, as always: “percussion” means messing around in Logic Pro…). I also tweaked quite a bit with various parameters of the mix, timing and pitch issues, etc. The guest performer (on percussion and backing vocals) is Chimp Jagger.

“I Stood Still” was written lo the many—in fact, it was the very first song I ever wrote, the gist of which is still intact—but the recording is entirely new. As with the other days of yore track here (see below), I was not 100% sure I even wanted to record it so much as file it in the juvenilia bin. But…first, I thought I could make a song that at least sounded decent, plus…the lyrics are so artless, so literal a transcription of your basic confused college sophomore, that I kinda felt they needed to get out there. I rarely write really personal lyrics—but these are pretty much what I was feeling at the time. I was rather rabbity with the chords back then, wasn’t I. This track features guest percussionist Brick Ruckler on triangle—this version sadly omits the epic triangle solo Ruckler worked into an extended break after the bridge, because as it turns out, one of the studio teacats accidentally erased the tape, and Roger Nichols was not available.

“Reception” is an entirely new recording, even though the chords had been kicking around in my brain forever. As with “I Stood Still,” there exists in the Monkey Typing Archives a prehistoric version of this song, recorded in a college dorm room with one microphone and bouncing tracks by using a second tape deck to play back the first track while I played the second, third, and fourth tracks. It’s pretty hideous. I was gazing at my shoes intently one afternoon and came up with the arrangement idea, sort of a Susie Sue Prudence guitar sound in one channel (note: NOT A GUITAR) and a sort of Slowdive-y thing in the other (note: NOT A GUITAR). I also invited guest musician Olga Schuh-Tye to fiddle around with a ten-dollar shortwave radio.

Finally, “No Social Security” is, as noted above, obviously an Elvis Costello parody. The lyrics here are very nasty—suffice to say that’s the point: the narrator is a piece of work, although he’s quite clueless on that score. Recording mostly exists because I wanted to see if I could approach that Attractions sound, and because I really liked the bassline I came up with. I used a crack backing band here, namely the famous Detractions, featuring the No Relation Brothers on bass and drums (Booze Thomson and Beat Thomson, respectively) and Millicent Innocent on keyboards. And yes: that’s the famous Hans Konkriet himself on guitar.

On a more serious note: I dedicate this EP to my father, Chuck Norman, who passed away during the time these songs were recorded. He always supported me in whatever I felt I wanted to do (and even lent his basement to my younger brother’s early bands, which my brother christened Catbox Studios for reasons that should be pretty clear…). Thanks, Dad.

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Serial Comma Pump

It’s time once more for a seasonal songpile, a carefully segued mix of some of the more interesting new (or just new to me) songs that have come my way in the last three months.

And so…’ere it is again…

Part 1

  1. Margaret Glaspy “Female Brain” 0.00
  2. Imperial Wax “Bromidic Thrills” 2.24
  3. Courting “Flex” 5.49
  4. Co-Pilot “Swim to Sweden” 10.08
  5. Lloyd Cole “The Idiot” 14.06
  6. The Chap “I Am the Christmas Single” 18.21
  7. Jen Olive “Two Futures” 23.10
  8. King Krule “Flimsier” 26.54
  9. Drive-By Truckers “That Man I Shot” 30.48
  10. Tanukichan “Don’t Give Up” 36.48
  11. The Joy Formidable “The Hat” 38.39
  12. En Attendant Ana “Same Old Story” 44.11
  13. Paula Carino “Thundersnow” 46.48

Part 2

  1. Slowdive “Kisses” 0.00
  2. Ted Leo & the Pharmacists “The Clearing of the Land” 3.51
  3. Dolph Chaney “Mr. Eli” 8.35
  4. Philip Shelley with Rebecca Turner “Green-Wood” 12.10
  5. Wednesday “Quarry” 17.00
  6. Geese “Undoer” 21.05
  7. Bodega “Images” 28.04
  8. John Monroe, Field Music 29.54
  9. Glüme “Brittany” 33.44
  10. Holy Wave “The Darkest Timeline” 37.26
  11. James Murphy, Lol Tolhurst, Budgie, Jacknife Lee “Los Angeles” 41.52
  12. Bunker Hill (with Link Wray & the Raymen) “The Girl Can’t Dance” 47.51
  13. — 49.46

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Contrafact!

Here’s a new single from Monkey Typing Pool, “Contrafact“—two songs: the title track, and its b-side, “The Singing Train.”

Contrafact

“Contrafact” is a musical term that refers to a piece whose musical elements are based on another piece. The “-fact” is more like that of “artifact” and the “contra-” less like that of going against and more simply alternatively…but I’ve played with the other meaning a bit here. 

My usage here is derived from the way the term’s used in jazz, specifically bebop, where after players realized that if improvisation was going to be based largely on the chords rather than on the melody, they could simply write a new head to the same chords they were already playing over (or altered chords based on the original song) and, presto! get songwriting royalties into the bargain. (Some examples, from the Wikipedia entry: Charlie Parker’s and Miles Davis’s “Donna Lee,” based on “Back Home Again in Indiana,” and Thelonious Monk’s “Evidence,” based on the 1929 song “Just You, Just Me.”) Rest assured: the music in no way sounds like jazz (I say this not because I don’t like jazz—I do—but because there is no way in hell I could ever play it.)

At some point, I had the curious idea of “covering” a song by effectively rewriting it (to twist the recursive knife, the song was already a cover…). So, the harmonies in this song are based on my simplified “garage” reharmonization of Billie Holiday’s “God Bless the Child”…and the lyrics are, in turn, a “contrafactualized” version of that song’s lyrics (aside from the chorus, which I skipped). 

Not sure where I came up with the idea of making the lyrics a series of rhetorical questions…but somehow, the sort of antiquated phrasing that came along with suggested something folkish to me. Which led, in turn, to the two (fake) 12-string guitars and vocal harmonies arrangement that some might suggest is for the birds… The move to the bridge key is similar to the move in to the organ solo in my “God Bless the Child”…while the chorus move to E major isn’t based on anything in the original. I mean, one can’t just mindlessly imitate…

lyrics:

Whose charm calls coins right from the trees,
which coins call other coins to be—
and whose the lees?

Whose words say their words must be true
since fathers’ mothers’ fathers knew
what’s old is new?

Contrafact!

Whose strength is such that if they please
can lift their boots above their knees,
mock gravity?

While others weak with words must chase
what their own mirrors will erase,
much lower case…

If dollar bills can multiply,
flat pockets will subtract.
Banks divide to add still more—
Bro, do you even math?

Whose bursting hearts will amplify
their sparrows’ farts to trumpets’ cries,
elephantine?

Whose generosity declines
to limn its limits, in print so fine:
count every dime.

The Singing Train

For no good reason, I wanted to make a song on which I didn’t play a single note. So I wandered around seeking out various noises that I could sample and turn into instruments. The main item here (and source of the title) is a two-minute video recording I made some years back of a train coming around a bend in the tracks in Milwaukee’s Third Ward. Some combination of angles and friction led the train to make, in addition to a number of sounds drawn from Metal Machine Music and the collected early works of Einstürzende Neubauten, a rather pretty (to my years) high, ringing hum. 

I took the audio from that recording and played around with it to isolate the better moments. I layered a couple-few different versions with differing EQs atop one another to isolate the better elements of the sound, then processed it with some compression, tremolo effects, and reverb. I did that on two different tracks—then I took the original messed-with version, dropped it an octave, and zeroed in on the most relevant pitch, to make something of a bass track, then altered its pitch in a few places. This became the basis of a chord progression, once I sketched out the melody. (There are again three vocal parts, all mutated by way of Logic Pro’s EVOC 20 vocoder plug-in from the same, largely spoken original (mixed very low but still audible): one is a low drone that follows that bassline, the other which largely sticks to the note an octave and a fifth above that. The melody’s in the middle. The other main source is a creative commons recording of a helicopter: I adjusted the speed and rhythm of that as well. I also found a recording from some guy talking about how to improve your French horn playing. Now, any elementary treatise on orchestration will tell you that the lowest register of the French horn is rarely used, and that close-harmony chords in that lower register are especially to be avoided, because the results become rather muddy. Oh yes: deep, rich, earthy, very tasty muddy darkness! 

I compiled the lyrics from various random lines which I then sculpted and calibrated such that their vectors of evocation roughly aligned. So it’s less that they mean anything in particular and more that they dwell in the same neighborhood—a similar mood and setting. The chorus (as you will notice and recognize) steals words and phrases from three different sources.

(I’ll say also: these two tracks are together because I happened to be working on them simultaneously…but they’re maybe a bit odd cohabiting the same patch of virtual sonic real estate. The a-side is me mellifluously luring airborne insects, while the b-side is more harsh, abstract, and harmonically bizarre. Do I contrafact myself? Very well then I contrafact myself!

lyrics:

The air around each sentence
A clumsy sleep that drags and crawls

The subtle mathematics
Of falling just one step behind

The last drawn inch in cinders
A tiny ballad, told in ash

(chorus):
Everything turn, turn, turn in the gyre
The roof, the roof, everything’s on fire

We lie and prevaricate
to dodge heat-seeking rent
Our pet ghosts hold that
Ectoplasm shall be tax-exempt

Our sleep breeds tiny monsters
Who catalog our logic’s dreams 

The numbers, kept in cages,
Our pets, their chasms leashed by math 

Our dust a spotless index
Our ledgers cure charred memory 

(chorus)

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sally forth!

The closing track on The Sugar of Lead Technology reworks my cover of my friend Rex Broome’s song “Doubtful Sound.” First up, thanks to Rex for permission to put this one up again.

The original version of this was a birthday gift from me to Rex on his 40th birthday back in 2011. This post details the circumstances of that recording. For fun, the original version of this one featured a couple of John Cale-like freakouts (because we’re both Cale fans)—but I decided that, removed from that original context, they didn’t really work that well. At one point, working solely with the audio file of the original song, I did a little bit of editing…but I find that version unsatisfactory.

For this version, I went back to the Logic files, where I could edit with more detail and discretion. I restored more of the ending that I’d faded prematurely in the first remake. And as with all of these, I nicened up the sounds with whatever audio-engineering skills I’ve developed over the years. There were a few other very minor edits to the parts: correcting some slightly off entries in the “viola,” shifting a few beats microscopically because the original felt a bit robotic, and fine-tuning one or two vocal notes that didn’t land quite on-pitch enough. (My goal with that is *always* to make them as undetectable as possible—fortunately, Logic Pro’s Flexpitch thing is actually pretty good if you use it subtly.)

The narrator here is a bit obsessed…and I think Rex is quite clever in doublecoding the nature of the obsession. Rex himself has recorded this song several times, most recently with his excellent band the Armoires—check it out here. I wanted to put a lot of emotion into the vocal—I think I succeeded fairly well. The accompaniment is maybe the simplest I’ve ever done: just piano and fauxiola…

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compasses in leather satchels

The third track on The Sugar of Lead Technology is my reworking of the intentionally low-fi “Lance Crocker, Almanac Cracker.” At the time (as noted in my original post on the 2006 version) I was frustrated with how long it was taking to record songs (I was then and am not now neither retired nor independently wealthy—and I gotta eat…) so I decided I’d try to record something simply and quickly. Armed with an empty cardboard box and an acoustic guitar, I slammed out some percussion and two guitar tracks…and then came up with the curious lyrics, which are about a sort of eccentric would-be low-level superhero. Whatever it is he thinks he’s doing, he feels obligated to do it, and he thinks it’s important. More power to him.

This song was all audio, no digital whatnot. For this version, I had the original audio files (and I’d forgotten how complicated my old file system was for these things…), and I reconstructed the song from them. The original tracks had some extra phrases in guitar and percussion: if you were to A/B the original and the remake, the structure is almost identical, but the substance is slightly different. I rebuilt the percussion part and the two acoustic guitar parts, probably not from the same takes as in the original. (Whoever worked at the deeply evil Cat Exclusion Facility back in the day was lousy at keeping notes.)

The one substantive change I made was that I was always slightly bothered by the discord I hadn’t intended at the end between the C# of the last sung note and the C natural in the guitar chord. I solved this one simply by offsetting that last chord by a beat so it lands on 2 rather than on one, and filling the gap with a single-beat drum fill.

The words:

He rides a donkey through the city— 
he wears trousers 'cause his knees aren't so pretty— 
in swerving traffic, past oil derricks, 
under bridges to his Uncle Eric's... 

He carries compasses in leather satchels, 
in canvas, curduroy...and smells of burning matches— 
a switchblade ego, a turnpike mind, 
an appled oranger spilling coffee grounds and rinds. 

Lance Crocker 
Lance Crocker 
Lance Crocker 
almanac cracker!

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crusts of bread and such

The second track on The Sugar of Lead Technology is a reworking of my cover of the Billie Holiday standard “God Bless the Child.” How did I decide to do this song, you ask? It was more or less assigned to me—details here, referring to the first version of this from 2010.

In this case, I had an old Logic file, which I was able to convert to the newer one…and while I was originally going to go into the data for the bass, drums, and organ parts, I more or less didn’t, except to alter one or two trivial things…and instead worked directly with the original, unprocessed sound files made from those MIDI tracks. I altered the amp-simulation settings and effects on both (acoustically recorded) guitar parts (and on the bass), removed some effects on the organ parts (while adding others that I think work better), and added some compression and EQ to the parts so they sit a bit more nicely together.

Wait.

On that chair, there, in the corner of the room…is that an elephant?

Why yes it is. As the linked post above notes, I decided I’d sing this one in a live acoustic environment (a tiled bathroom) to get some nice natural reverberation…but what I’d neglected to realize is that the mic I used wasn’t quite designed for that, and what I really should have done was use two mics, one to capture the vocal detail, the other to grab the room sound, so I could mix them accordingly. Well, anyway, too late for that now: I decided I was not even going to attempt to redo that shouty vocal (yes, the sound you hear is time travel, a 13-years-younger me…). I did go in and surgically alter a few of the notes that had a sort of “call of the wild relationship to pitch” (quoting Charles Bissell…), but since this is meant to be a bluesy garage belter, I just made sure I landed in the right place, no matter how sloppy my approach to the pitch runway may have been. To give a little more focus to the vocals, I filtered a very pointy, trebly version of them, which I mixed with the full vocal—that did improve it a little bit.

So there you have it—the noisiest, most RAWK thing I’ve ever recorded. Which is, of course, a jazz song.

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