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Getting Past the Industry to Love Music Again
|Late Night Thoughts: (Hospital Vespers)
|The higher difference between a well written song and that of a math problem or riddle appreciated by few and held high among the majority that scuffs it. Where does the tangent of entertainment end and the construction detour of rhythmic changes and noise begin? Is there a middle ground, and if so, is that where all the best music lives? Does that make it harder on any artist to find that ground? To not be too liberal as to shove away an audience or too restrictive to never expand and try new avenues within their maturing skills? Who's to blame for that? Is it an audience whose core is made up of like-minded individuals who aren't always open-minded? There is always room for anarchy in our most anxious of nerves and methodical undertones of violence - physical anger asserted after mental frustration. We love to watch shit blow-up and the idea of minor destruction never completely leaves our subconscious after childhood. We think about it our every day actions: laughing at a person fall over, watching the news, all those blooper shows. What is it about some ambiance and noise that is attractive to some, and repulsive to others. But if you layer the sort of annoyance in a lush tune, you can sometimes sell it as artful pop? Or again, should that be in the consideration of "best music" found on a specific medium of measurement between harmonic and apocalyptic. What's harder to count? What's harder to hold - tension between bars and measures - or a constant rhythm across a bright chorus? Because of the subjectivity of music, there's no real answer - but I'm beginning to think we overlook the value of one song's point versus a "new favorite artist" (often read: hype machine) who is exploring something mocked only years earlier for something that's not that forward thinking still to people currently. Anyway, I'm sitting there eating a burger - drunkenly scrolling through social feed - and in seconds I'm watching Refused - almost a decade after hearing them - on a major Late Night show. It's all on my fucking phone. I had an aneurism, a hobo revived me for some change to get a burger.|
I can't make this shit up.... well, most of it anyway.
|Tags: Late Night Thoughts, Life, Refused, Technology
|Technology: All the Eggs in One Basket
|When the iPhone was announced, I remember the hype that surrounded it. The idea of having everything you needed in the palm of your hand -- literally. I wasn't too fond of that idea, thinking, "Well, what if it breaks? Then what?"|
Today, in the middle of an interview with drummer Andrew Forsman of The Fall of Troy, I turned into distortion. I could hear him clearly, but I was nothing but a phaser of scribbled white noise.
(On the ironic side, the interview was about In the Unlikely Event. Get it?!)
One thing that came up was, "Did I have a landline?" Well, no.
When you think about it, who does have a landline anymore, unless you're a business. My own parents don't have a landline at their home. Then I remembered that the landlines went up first after both Hurricane Katrina and Gustav, when most of the means of communication was through a cell phone.
Needless to say, the fate of my phone won't be decided until tomorrow at 11 a.m.
While I was going to talk about something else that has slipped my mind due to the stress of having a busy interview week and no phone, this brings up the discussion of relying on technology and how it relates to music.
Is technology a crutch, or a creative tool? Are too many artists slipping by, or are there a select few who are utilizing a new landscape of finger painting notes and soundscapes?
I think there are solid answers on both sides. I think we should keep buying tangible forms of music, both CD and vinyl, even though they are both susceptible to damages, because someday maybe our harddrives will crash and burn -- then what?
A band once said, "shit happens," and I can't wait for their new album in the next few weeks.
That's all I got in me today. There's a lot more great music coming your way this year. I know, I've had the privilege to hear it due to modern technology.
Sometimes it comes through for us.
|Tags: FML, Life, Technology