Gone Tomorrow

I’m a fairly ardent media collector. My living room is walled by shelves which, from left to right, hold books, DVDs and CDs, each of which number in the hundreds of units.

However, as bandwidth has dropped to near-zero cost*, I have taken to streaming music. At first, streaming was just a means to listen to my music while at work. Then, streaming became a quick and easy means of new music discovery, where good albums would be either enjoyed until saturation or purchased if they were really good.

Eventually, streaming came home with me.

Now I pay for and use rdio and Pandora on both my work and home computers. I stream Pandora on my alarm clock and Boxee. Last.fm scrobbles the hell out of my 360. And I can’t even imagine downloading a podcast thanks to apps like NPR and Stitcher.

I’ve even worked myself into a new music discovery routine Tuesday through Thursday. rdio has a convenient New Release browsing option that rearranges itself based on popularity of new albums. I normally browse through on Tuesday and find albums of interest on the first four or so pages. I listen from back to front, as the most popular albums will be discovered and pushed to the front page by the end of the week.

But, today marked a change there. The new Snow Patrol album, which my girlfriend enjoyed, was available for streaming (and launched in the #1 slot on rdio) on Tuesday, was no long available for streaming on Wednesday.

Mind you, I know there are a lot of forces at play when it comes to copyright law and streaming licenses, but the whole “stream today, gone tomorrow” scenario smacks of a money grab. It’s not any different than windowing in the film or book industries – that is a means to erect an artificial barrier in an attempt to get the most money out of people possible.

And in the 21st Century where media converts on convenience over price, that’s just a douche move.

We already won the DRM war with music. How about the music industry not cripple the best alternative to piracy by playing games with streaming availability?


*except for mobile phone providers, who prefer to lower demand through fear of overage costs, rather than providing a compelling and rich bandwidth experience that would require, you know, building a realistic infrastructure.

Road Mix

Old Guy in Driving Goggles

Driving used to be an occassion

Before I hit the road this holiday season, I put together a decidedly non-holiday double album for the trip. Designed to allow for casual listening, nothing is challenging. Okay, none of what follows is remotely challenging. But that’s kind of the point.Hopefully these keep me entertained for the hours on the road.

Anything But Christmas Music

Disc 1

Flagpole Sitta – Harvey Danger

The Way – Fastball

Life on Mars? – David Bowie

Thunder Road – Bruce Springsteen

The Funeral – Band of Horses

Bizarre Love Triangle – New Order

Crime Pays – Bear Hands

Me Plus One – Annie

Dog Problems – The Format

One More Minute – Authority Zero

Wasted and Ready – Ben Kweller

Drop Dead Gorgeous – Republica

It’s a Curse – Wolf Parade

Racing in the Streets – Bruce Springsteen

My My – Seven Mary Three

Babylon – David Gray

Mr. Blue Sky – The Delgados

Heroes – David Bowie

Disc 2

The Campaign for Real Rock – Edwyn Collins

The Comeback – The Shout Out Louds

The Breakup – Washington Social Club

Cool Enough – Nicole Atkins

A Pretty Girl is Like a Melody – The Lashes

Rebel Side of Heaven – Langhorne Slim

Paint it Black – The Rolling Stones

Xavia – The Submarines

Winona – Matthew Sweet

The 59 Sound – Gaslight Anthem

Laundry Room – The Avett Brothers

Neurotic Dive Bar Pirate – Roy

Champagne Supernova – matt pond PA

Eve, The Apple Of My Eye – Bell X1

Chick Lit – We Are Scientists

The Widow – The Mars Volta

Suns Up, Running For Home – Matthew Good Band

Reno, I’m Coming Home – Roy

Total Run Time - 154 minutes

I Hear Band Names…

I hear band names, and some of them don’t even know they’re bands. Prefork, The Govs, Podium California – those are just the three most recent. The names just jump out from unsuspecting places and in some quantum sense, a band forms. And I’m not the only one.

And the problem with fake band names is that once you start looking for them, you see them everywhere. You start assigning genres, idiosyncrasies, member names, album art. If you know your music history – this is exactly how Def Leppard started.

Sometime over the past year, I started tweeting the band names I’d find in CAPTCHA codes at Mixx.com. And I wasn’t alone. The volume of CAPTCHA bands started to increase with new discoveries found daily. At Twitter events, I’d end up talking about CAPTCHA bands with other users – Brad Carr, Dean Browell, and Carrie Fleck being the three other local CAPTCHA band spotters.

Yesterday morning I received a DM and Facebook message from, good guy and friend of the blog, Dean Browell. He was taking the CAPTCHA band mini-meme to the next level – a Facebook Fan Page.

The idea is just as simple as the Twitter action we’d been doing for the better part of a year now, albeit in a bit longer form and benefiting from multimedia. I quickly roped Justin into the group, swallowed my rather strong dislike for Facebook, and jumped in.

So far, we’ve managed to get six CAPTCHA bands up, and I’ll include one of them below. If you’re into that whole Facebook thing, and you’d like to Fan the page, here’s a link. It’s still early, but there’s some quality stuff up there.

The Govs - Prison State

The Govs
Prison State

Orange County in the late seventies was known more for it’s love of disco and The Eagles than it was of the proto-punk movements developing in Detroit, London, Manchester, and New York City. But when Steve Greer’s disco-glitter band, The Lovelights, signed with Columbia Records, the teenage Lester Greer had enough.

Adopting the stage name “Butch” and teaming up with two fellow teenage ne’erdowells, the younger Greer brother launched what is arguably the first SoCal proto-punk band – The Govs. With much of the band lacking anything close to musical talent, and having spent most of their lives in the well-to-do Los Angeles suburb, the trio overcompensated with profanity and aggression.

The band’s first album, “Screw California”, was twelve adaptations of the Richard Berry classic “Louie Louie” with alternate lyrics and a tempo that clocked each track in a mere ninety seconds. But the messages, deriding the recently ended Vietnam War, the disastrous Nixon presidency, and a perceived Orwellian police state in which “the government collud[ed] with corporate interests to enslave the masses” resonated with the students of Laguna Beach High School.

The lo-fidelity honesty of the first album was quickly lost as parents of band members fronted the money for a true demo, the better known “Prison State.” Under the tutelage of a Benny Stills, a failed musician in his own right, Greer and his cohorts were put through the paces in a real studio, instructed in the use of their musical instruments, and given a basic understanding of song writing.

The experience is believed to have been detrimental to the outcome of not only the album but also the band. Produced to within an inch of its life, the Govs’ second album was derided as derivative, meritless, lacking in real world experience, and nearly causing the death of punk before the burgeoning genre was truly alive.

Several record labels professed an interest in Prison State, and it received a rather wide release. The band, however, broke up shortly after completion and thus never toured in support of the record. The impact of Prison State was far greater than any involved could have predicted, and is seen as a major influence on modern day acts such as Green Day and Nickleback.

in the end, everyone makes fun of Coldplay

The Joanna Newsom is out there, somewhere

What follows is an actual conversation between myself and a long-time friend, Justin Koeppen. No spelling has been corrected.

PBR: Ever listen to “The Do”?

JK: Never haves.

PBR: I was hoping they’d sound remarkably different. But they don’t, really. Female lead is kind of like Hope Sandoval, but not enough.

JK: How much more Sandovalic does she need to be?

PBR: About a 1/3rd. What unit of measure are we using?

JK: A sliding scale of preciousness that ranges from Pink to Mum.

PBR: Nice.

JK: It can also be repesented as a “Newsom”, as in “her voice is so twee she registers at 9.5 Newsoms.”

PBR: I didn’t think 9.5 Newsoms was realistically possible. I mean, it’s been mathematically proven under ideal circumstances. But get out of the lab once in a while, man

JK: Ok. So 9.8 Newsoms is theoretically possible in a pure vaccuum at or near absolute zero, and 10.0 Newsoms reaches the threshold of current science. It’s beleived that an artist with a 10.0 rating would occupy all genres simultaneously.

PBR: The God Artist, also known as the Les-Bosson particle.

JK: That’s if you subscribe to the current model of Harp String Theory.

PBR: Which, you know, I do. I could never get behind the Zepplin Field Theory

JK: Well, yesh, the physics break down as the artist approaches the event horizon, also known as the Coldplay Line, beyond which no talent can escape regardless of the force of opposing hipster cred.

PBR: I can’t abide by any school of thought that believes that Coldplay is actually inevitable. It screams of creationism, as if the boring and uninspired of the world are preaching some fanatical version of musical religious doctrine.

JK: It’s true, the musical cosmos operates much more akin to the Rolling Stones model; it began ages ago with a bang, then over billions of years colled and evened out to form a void filled with mostly empty space, continuing it’s course until it’s eventual heat death.

PBR: I’ll stick with Jenny Lewis Wave forms, which give you a really interesting quotient when you feed Kate Nash into the equation

JK: You know that’s dangerous. They tried a similar experiment in the 90s by trying to introduce a Belly variant into a stable Susan Vega waveform. that’s how we got Lisa Loeb.

PBR: But that overlooks the Costello-Dylan hypothesis, that the universe is expanding and contracting in repetition for infinity, with each action spinning off an infinite number of variants. In some parallel universes, Dylan was actually good in the 80s.

JK: Unless you believe in the Guided by Multiverse theory, wherein each song Robert Pollard pens creates it’s own parallel universe where the lyrics actually make sensen.

PBR: Bah, that theory hasn’t been used since people started to really trumpet the qualities of The Magnetic Fields Theory – in which happy songs are really sad songs, but sad songs are really sad songs too.

JK: Ah yes, the old Grandaddy era school of thought.

Free Music!

piceMan, I am excited about this one. I’ve known and enjoyed Dieter’s music since back when me slipping him whiskey was contributing to the delinquency of a musician. We both left Lancaster right around the same time, but Dieter somehow found time to return to the Red Rose city and produce an album that captures it with an amazing measure of accuracy.

And like a proud instigator, I’ve talked Dieter in allowing me to give his album away. It’s light. It’s haunted. And it’s about one banjo short from being Lancaster’s official take on the burgeoning and exciting neo-Depressionist genre (Avett Brothers, Old Crow Medicine Show, Langhorne Slim, etc).

So, if you’re interested in getting your folk on, head over here and download Dietrich Strause’s self-titled, independently produced debut.And if you like it, feel free (hell, feel obligated) to pass it on.

A Conversational History of Mid- to Late-Nineties Pop Trends

This was originally written back in mid-2004. However, I like to dredge it up from time to time. Why? I think people forget how bad music was just before the Digital Age. At the time, the labels would wait for one to have a hit and then immediately sign bands which sounded similar in an effort, flooding the market with cheap knockoffs of bands already based on gimmicks. The concept of the album had already degraded into two radio-friendly tunes buttressed by nine to twelve filler tracks. And the labels wondered why people started to cherrypick the “good” ones.

“Hey man, what’s that music in that Gap commercial?”

“I think it’s called ‘swing’ music.”

“It’s kinda cool. Isn’t that what that guy from that Stray Cats band is doing now?”

“Brian Setzer?”

“Yeah.”

“Isn’t he like leading an orchestra or something?”

“Yeah, but I think his new CD is ‘swing’.”

“You know, Cool Ass Steve listens to lotsa different kinds of music. We should ask him.”

Pause for phone call

“Hey Cool Ass Steve, what’s up?”

“Hanging out cat, swinging daddy-o.”

“Is that swing music in the background?”

“Don’t be a square daddy-o. That’s Big Bad Voodoo Daddy.”

“Voodoo what?”

“It’s swing music. I gotta split hep-cat, me and the Misses are gonna go to swing dancin’.”

“Where’d you learn to do that?”

“Lessons daddy, lessons. Flyin’.”

The phone is hung up.

“Dude, we should take swing dancing lessons.”

“Will it get us chicks?”

A few months later…


“Hey hep-cat did you see that new video from some band called No Doubt?”

“Sure did Daddy-o. That chick is one smashin’ Betty.”

“What’s her little tunes called?”

“Got me pops, let’s call Hep-Cat Steve.”

Pause for phone call.

“Hiyo, Hep-Cat Steve.”

“That’s so yesterday, bra.”

“Hey, you heard of No Doubt?”

“Who hasn’t man? Mainstream ska-rock from Anaheim. Gwen’s smokin’ bra.”

“Ska-rock?”

“It’s ska bra, just ska.”

“I can’t hear you, over those trumpets Hep-Cat Seve.”

“I’m outta here man, off to go see Reel Big Fish.”

“You’re going fishing?”

The phone is hung up.

“Well, what did he say?”

“Something about ska, it was hard to hear over the trumpets. It’s kinda like Swing, only not all 1940s and old.”

A few months later…

“Bra, what’s up with this “Living La Vida Loca”?”

“Damn man, I don know. Kinda makes me want to dance, right?”

“Sounds all Mexican. Spicy. But look at those chicks.”

“We should call Steve-o Bra.”

Pause for phone call.

“Steve-o Bra?”

“Si?”

“See?”

“It means yes, essa. Yes. Was goin’ on?”

“Why you talking like that?”

“Been listening to Ricky Martin, I’m all caught up in the Latin Vibe.”

“Latin Vibe? Is that contagious?”

“It’s muy caliente.”

“Sounds painful.”

“I can’t talk long, the Senorita and I are off to see Marc Anthony.”

“The guy who replaced Caesar?”

The phone is hung up.

“Well, what’s Steve-o Bra sayin?”

“He kept going on about Mexico and Caesar and Romans.”

“He’s crazy, that Steve-o”

A few months later.

“So, have you heard of this new band, Creed?” …

The End of ‘Litigation as a Business Model’?

Wired.com picked up on an AP story regarding Harvard law professor Charles Nesson challenging the RIAA’s legal campaign on some rather new grounds. I tend to follow the ongoing saga of the RIAA rather avidly, and cracked a smile when I saw a quote from Nesson. Apparently his goal is to “turn the courts away from allowing themselves to be used like a low-grade collection agency.”

That single line sums up my feelings regarding the debacle that the RIAA has found itself in. The internet and the portable music revolution turned out to be a game changer for the music industry. And it wasn’t the first time this happened. When the phonograph was introduced, many of the same arguments(pdf) were made regarding loss of sales, unauthorized reproductions, and copyright. The difference is, the music industry changed then. At this point, they’re still dragging their feet.

I do believe that downloading music is wrong, however, I also believe that the what we collectively refer to as the music industry has had ample opportunity to respond to the changing world and has fought the implied need to adapt kicking and screaming.

Of course, I should beg the obvious question: how would I feel if my works were being illegally reproduced? Well, for one thing, I do freely distribute a good many of my written works. The average post here on my website is reproduced on between eight and twenty other websites, often to merely sell advertisements. The unspoken half of that question deals with long form writing. The computer monitor is not well suited to reproduce works in excess of 10,000 words, not when compared to printed paper. Epaper is a good alternative, but still sits outside of the price points of most consumers. The two major producers of epaper based readers, Sony and Amazon, both managed to monetize the market immediately, adapting before the problem even arose. Both make stealing a novel simply not worth the trouble. But, that’s not the real reason I am not worried.

Book reading has become what no one in the publishing industry wants to admit – a niche market. Yes, when extrapolated across the general population it’s a large niche, but for the most part, most people do not read books. The recording industry, perhaps what we should now call the classic recording industry, needs to understand that physical reproductions have become marginalized. The compact disc is now a niche market, comparable to vinyl. Tying up the court system and intimidating fans of music with the prospect of lengthy and expensive court cases only tarnishes the image of the industry.

It’s time to admit that and carry on. There’s always money to be made off of music, the member organizations of the RIAA just need to find better ways to do it. Court costs and damages are, of course, a poor means to do a financial end.

Splintering Genres – Lit-Nerdcore

Ah, the internet. Thanks to a general leveling of the playing field, genres can split to their illogical extremes, allowing those with a very specific interest to connect with others that inexplicably share the same interest. In a lot of ways, it’s a product of the law of large numbers.

The end results are that what were once pure genres are hyphenated, cross pollinated, reborn, rebranded, and eventually you’re left with a great deal of bizarre and original things. Take for instance hiphop, and it’s largely internet-enabled offshoot nerdcore. Nerdcore takes the basic tenants of hiphop but replaces the subject with things that your average D&D fan identifies with. Bling and booty is replaced with anime rhymes and computer jokes (video). Iced out whips are supplanted by an homage to Star Wars’ Boba Fett and his ship Slave One (video). And that’s just the tip. In typical nerd fashion, the devil is truly in the details.

Of course, the internet allows for an almost infinite division of genres, quite literally defying any genre to reach its atomic, indivisible source. The ride to that source can be very interesting. And for your benefit we have Lit-Nerdcore. The genre is still small, a bit too specific, a bit too young. Bu there is Famous Last Nerds.

Famous Last Nerds straddle the line between comedy troupe and nerdcore, further blending the genres. But, they’ve been breaking into the literary field with their One Minute Hamlet (video, right click to download). Pushing further, we’ve got Wassup Holmes, a nerdcore take on Sir Arthur Conan Doyle’s coke head, violin playin’, private detective extraordinaire.

Well worth a whirl.

Ah, the feel of fresh squeezed indie

It seems like the cycle that weaves behind the music world has once again completed itself and several new albums have come out recently which are giving my ears reasons to be happy again. It should be noted that I am an albumist – I like the listen to the complete album from start to finish. Thus, I tend to judge a work in its entirety looking at things like completeness, the emotional arc, and how songs stand next to each other.

What follows are not full reviews, rather thumbnail sketches.

At Mount Zoomer – Wolf Parade

Wolf Parade, the Canadian quintet that shook the indie world with their debut album Apologies to the Queen Mary is back with their sophomore effort. This time around, expect the pianos to be much more up front, forcing a sound that makes use of larger instruments than Queen Mary, yet still somehow manage to have empty, hollow spaces. Sadly, it’s the hollow spaces that seem to stand out in memory when you take the cans off. And alas, the album seems to be missing the hook laden tracks and quirky sci-fi effects that made the first album stand out.

That being said, Mount Zoomer is a very listenable album. It makes better than decent use of those empty spaces to skew the album darker than Wolf Parade’s previous release.

Thumbnail verdict? Give it a few listens.

Conor Oberst – Conor Oberst

Oh, the ultra-divisive Oberst has left behind the Bright Eyes name now and struck out under the one his parents gave him. I’m half certain that Conor did this so that people would start referring to Bright Eyes as “him” and not “them.”

Oberst recorded his first album in a little of the myth from which he gains so much of his reputation, in the Mexican city of Tepoztlán. The album has a good deal of vague Mexican influences in it, carrying on with the dalliances Oberst has been playing with the mystics of the Southwest for quite some time now. His musical genre has shifted away from the pairings of folk and electronic that Bright Eyes banked on, and instead towards the seventies outlaw country rock that peer Jenny Lewis graced with her first mostly solo album.

Granted, where Jenny brushed, Oberst dove into. His first solo album embraces the feel and faith of the road, and if he were to perform this album live in a top hat with a feather in the back, I don’t think anyone would be surprised.

Thumbnail verdict? For those who like Bright Eyes and understand musical history.

Acid Tongue – Jenny Lewis

I must confess. I have it bad for Jenny Lewis. No, not that confession. I must confess I’ve yet to make it all the way through this album. It was a recent pick up and I’ve yet to find the time to completely indulge myself. Jenny has flipped the sawdust off of her first solo album, and instead seems to be going for a very seventies pop vibe, not disco, but not too far off. It’s almost Arizona disco, in that the landscapes she paints are vast, empty, and isolating. Haunting and beautiful, but still quite empty. I’m going to have to give this more listens, plumb the depths a bit.

Thumbnail verdict? Not enough evidence at this time.

And finally, this isn’t released yet, but this is one of my personal biggest anticipations. The Spinto Band is finally releasing a follow up to 2005’s Nice and Nicely Done. Moonwink was released in Europe on the 23rd of September, and is schedule to release here in the states on October 7th. The lead single from that album is embedded here: