The Brunch Table

8/2/2007

Mind your phrases!

Filed under: — Nick @ 8:44 am

Better late than never–remember that Washington Post experiment where they sent world-famous violinist Joshua Bell out busking?

“No one knew it, but the fiddler standing against a bare wall outside the Metro in an indoor arcade at the top of the escalators was one of the finest classical musicians in the world, playing some of the most elegant music ever written on one of the most valuable violins ever made.”

It’s occurred to me that, while the Post was hung up on cultural reasons for his audience’s disinterest, there may have been something else entirely at work. A piece of music is built out of a series of phrases, and the relationship between whole phrases makes up a major part of how we experience it. Ever been to a concert, in any genre, where the performers showed technical skill, but somehow failed to make a lasting impression? The missing “spark” is hiding in the way the phrasing is structured.

Of course, the question of exactly what kind of structure we enjoy tosses us back into the realm of personal taste. In the case of Bell’s subway experiment, though, we add an interesting objective restriction: if we decide whether we like a piece of music or not based on the structure of the phrasing, then for a piece of music to grab our attention as we pass we must be able to hear a sufficiently-large sample of that phrasing. If you watch the videos included with the Post article, you can see that a single line from, say, Bell’s Bach selection just takes too long to reach a resolution. By the time he’s done, his prospective patron has already left the station.

Here is a selection from the Post’s recording of Bell’s performance:
(direct link)

This line resolves in two phrases and lasts a little over ten seconds. For comparison, here’s a selection from a Peruvian pan-flute band that a friend of mine recorded in the Paris Metro:
(direct link)

It reaches a resolution in one phrase of five seconds. (If you want more context, or just like Peruvian pan flutes, here’s a longer excerpt.)

It may seem like a very fine distinction, but just think–all else being equal, the second example fully doubles your chances of delivering a satisfying payoff while your target’s still in listening range. The experimenters, I think, just didn’t understand their audience.

“Edna Souza is from Brazil. She’s been shining shoes at L’Enfant Plaza for six years, and she’s had her fill of street musicians there…On her speed dial, she has phone numbers for both the mall cops and the Metro cops. The musicians seldom last long…’He was pretty good, that guy. It was the first time I didn’t call the police.’”

It’s significant that, out of all the Post’s interviewees, Souza’s the only person not mentioned as having some background in classical music who has something nice to say about Bell. And, the whole time, she was stationary.

3/26/2007

My benchmark for spam-based poetry…

Filed under: — Nick @ 12:26 am

…remains Cosmic Star’s “Honest and Hard.”

12/24/2006

We Share Our Mother’s Health

Filed under: — Joe @ 12:54 am

OK, I admit that I’ve been a bit behind the curve on The Knife. They’re one of those bands that I hear name-checked all over the place before I finally realize how awesome they are. I came across this video while going through Pitchfork’s top 100 list, and its stark animation and psychotic synth-pop sound immediately grabbed my attention. Like War Photographer, it’s the perfect visualization for its song. “Enjoy”:


Watch the video

Incidentally, watching YouTube on TV is the killer app for the Wii’s new web browser.

11/12/2006

Girl Talk’s dance party cut short

Filed under: — Joe @ 12:42 am

I spent this afternoon at the Be The Riottt! festival thanks to some free tickets from SonicLiving. In spite of their highfalutin’ manifesto, it seemed like a typical music festival to me. While I enjoyed having another opportunity to see the Wrens play, the most memorable performance belonged to Girl Talk (aka Gregg Gillis), a cutup artist from Pittsburgh.

He walked out onto the massive Bill Graham Civic Auditorium stage with a single laptop, and started building a catchy dance track out of snippets from top 40 songs. Once it got going, he jumped down off the stage and began pulling people from the front row of the audience back up with him. Now, I’ve seen plenty of artists drag one or two people up on stage before, but I’ve never seen someone invite effectively the entire audience up there. The stage kept growing more and more crowded. There was something really striking about it, watching a medium as exclusive as an arena stage get democratized. Here’s a brief video that I took when the stage was half full. You can see how giddy everyone is—heck, the Wrens had been excited earlier because they’d never played a venue that big.

Eventually the stage got pretty crowded, and the organizers must’ve been getting worried about The Rapture’s partially set up equipment, because they abruptly cut the sound and ushered everyone (including Girl Talk) off stage. Ironically, they cut short the moment that most reflected the ideals of their manifesto.

As a postscript, I thought the name Gregg Gillis sounded familiar, so I checked my email archive when I got home. Sure enough, he was a member of our infamous totor36 mailing list back in the day. Here’s him talking about his high school noise band of that era, the Joysticks:

Most people hate it because you hear The Spice Girls and then a Casio CZ-101 making laser noises overtop, and they think it is a waste of time. I personally like it, and I enjoy ruining other peoples’ music. I thought it was wonderful at our last show when all music cut except for Aretha Franklin’s “Respect,” and Richard pounded a 25 pound microscope with a baseball bat. In our live shows, the goal is to produce an environment of electronic chaos, which is most of the time accomplished.

Mission accomplished, Gregg.

6/14/2006

Brief history of electronic music

Filed under: — Nick @ 6:21 pm

Here’s a great overview of the evolution of electronic music…

12/5/2004

CKUT’s both ways

Filed under: — Nick @ 6:20 pm

Listening to CKUT, McGill U.’s college radio station, as I put the finishing touches on my last thousand frames or so…currently, they’re playing a sort of Dick Dale Goes to Bollywood thing. Very nice.

Although it’s odd, I’m close enough to get their old-school broadcast radio signal. But in room after room of workstations here, there’s not a single such device to be found.

P.S. DJ just came on. I’ve been listening to Kalyanji-Anandji (google fixed my spelling).

8/1/2004

Irony Made for You an’ Me

Filed under: — Nick @ 11:21 am

So reading up on l’affaire Jibjab has brought me to this remarkable fact: Woody Guthrie’s “This Land is Your Land” was itself grabbed and censored in the McCarthy era. I found the original version, and also the one that was in my elementary-school songbook (dig the two missing verses):

7/16/2004

Is it about a woman, or The Man?

Filed under: — Nick @ 2:11 pm

Google shows a lack of English translations of Silvio Rodriguez’ song “Ojalá,” which, in addition to being a famous anti-fascist anthem, is the also best break-up song ever. Ojalá, borrowed from Arabic, means “God willing.” (Let me know if you find a mistake.)

OJALÁ Silvio Rodriguez, 1969

God willing, the leaves won’t touch your body when they fall, Because if they did, they’d turn to crystal. God willing, if rain could fall on you, it would be a miracle God willing, the moon can come out without you God willing, the earth no longer kisses your steps.

God willing, you could stop this constant hallucination With just the right word, the perfect smile, God willing, if something could erase you quickly A blinding light, a snowstorm, God willing–any less would kill me. To stop seeing you so, to stop seeing you forever, In every second, in all these visions, God willing–but I can’t touch you in a song.

God willing, the screams of the morning sun Won’t fall upon my back. God willing, my voice will forget your name. God willing, the walls of these tired streets won’t keep your sounds, God willing, desire will haunt you Till you rule only over the flowers and the dead.

God willing, you could stop this constant hallucination With just the right word, the perfect smile, God willing, if something could erase you quickly A blinding light, a snowstorm, God willing–any less would kill me. To stop seeing you so, to stop seeing you forever, In every second, in all these visions, God willing–but I can’t touch you in a song.

6/27/2004

Songs in the Key of Z

Filed under: — Nick @ 2:36 pm

The 365 Days archive, one unusual pop artifact a day, every day, for one year. I’m stuck on a modem for the time being (my MacStumbler reveals this apartment building is full of antennas, but curse ‘em, they all have their passwords on)…so I expect this’ll be more useful to y’all than to me.

I do love it though…right now, I’m listening to an amateur cover of “Major Tom” by “The Space Lady.” (It’s a pity it’s too late for her to work with Wesley Willis; they have the same basic approach.)

4/16/2004

DIY sheet music

Filed under: — Nick @ 1:16 am

I made a blank staff image for myself…printing is free here, so it makes good economic sense. Just in case anybody else would like some.

3/27/2004

Ah, puppies.

Filed under: — Nick @ 4:37 pm

A little bit of my musical childhood, preserved in amber. Dig the pipe organ joining in the final chorus (if you choose to stick with it that long).

I guess the song always had a special significance for me, ’cause while I was growing up we kept having to replace the family dog, thanks to a nearby intersection with a blind right turn….

10/30/2003

I (heart) Pitchfork

Filed under: — Joe @ 8:41 am

God bless Pitchfork. Here are some snippets from their review of Plaid’s Parts in the Post remix compilation:

Based on my limited knowledge of Rolling Stone interviews, musicians are beset by mounds of corrupt execs, massive mergers, treasonous KaZaA-crazy toddlers, and the aesthetic discomfort of the new $20 bill. As if those mattered. All those afflictions were dropped into Malibu and Bel-Air by the CIA in the mid-80s to distract them from the actual problem: Warp Records. When will people learn? Between Autechre and Aphex Twin alone, this simple and poorly worded aphorism should have been memorized by kindergartners: If you have a new song, DO NOT send it to Warp. Wave after wave of demos and masters are quickly deposited in the clammy hands of madmen. If the original artists are a song’s parents, Warp remixers are those babysitters with gold eyepatches, tracks down their arms, fu-manchus, and babies speared on meat hooks in the basement.

But of the material I take issue with here, the two Nicolette tracks, “No Government” and “Wholesome”, are by far the most disheartening. I have no fear of the ruling elite. My opinion still stands: Nicolette is in a league of intolerability with Breakbeat Era’s Leonie Laws or Lamb’s Louise Rhodes. And what’s really frustrating? They’re two of the best tracks on the album, which wins them the dubious distinction of being perhaps the most stunning remixes of atrocious source material since Kruder & Dorfmeister’s “Bug Powder Dust”. “Wholesome”, in particular, is transformed into one of the best Plaid songs ever, managing to litter pockets of orchestral pop amidst a tense dub, and even finding room for a quick sample of The Meters. Why the hell did they have to put “Love is wholesome/ Love makes babies” at the beginning of it?

For the record, I think Parts in the Post is much better than their new album Spokes.

5/30/2003

Put the Brass Disc On

Filed under: — Joe @ 7:10 pm

Since there has been some curiosity about the music that I played in the “club room” at the end of last weekend’s Luau Jam, here’s the playlist, such as it was:

Orbital - Funny Break (Plump DJs Remix) (single) Hybrid - Kill City (Edit) (from Wide Angle) Nerva - Modo VII (from Global Underground 016 comp.) Dubstar - Stars (Motiv 8 Mix) (from Goodbye) Everything But The Girl - Before Today (Chicane Remix) (from Like The Deserts Miss The Rain collection) Basement Jaxx - Broken Dreams (from Rooty) Alizee - Moi…Lolita (single) I:Cube - Mingus in my Pocket (from Picnic Attack) Chemical Brothers - Under the Influence (from Surrender) Kamaya Painters - Endless Wave (from Trance Nation comp.) Acen - Trip II the Moon (from United Stance of Techno comp.) Moonface - Children of the Sun (from Stark Raving Mad soundtrack) Shapeshifter - Flood (from Stark Raving Mad soundtrack)

That party was like an Apple infomercial–three separate rooms of music (and one visuals projection) were being played by 2 iBooks, 2 TiBooks, and one Mac desktop, with lots of perverse Airport/Rendezvous streaming involved. It worked splendidly, and there was still a decent crew of party people dancing in the attic at 4 am. Big up the Arlington massive for hosting!

5/6/2003

Songs that have been stuck in my head this past week

Filed under: — Joe @ 11:08 am


Brothomstates, MDRMX (from Claro)

Even though it’s a bit repetitive, this is the sort of clicky, crystalline electronic track that makes me feel like I’ve just drank a mug of hot cocoa. Incidentally, Brothomstates is an old demoscene composer for the group “Orange”–I first heard of him when I was listening to the commentary track on the Mindcandy Vol. 1 DVD.

Sporto Kantes, Car Video (from Act.1)

This is a wonderfully goofy, upbeat track by a couple of French downtempo pastiche noodlers. The loping dub beat and ridiculous pitch-shifted vocals samples make me want to go on a road trip so that I can blast this song with the windows down.

I:Cube, Mingus in my Pocket (from Picnic Attack)

“Hey, you got your driving tech-house beat in my echoing vibraphones!” “No, you got your vibraphones in my tech-house beat!” Beautiful.


Sporto Kantes, XX Live by 1 Smith Lane (from French Girls)

I haven’t been able to dig up any details on this “1 Smith Lane” entity that I presume remixed a so-so original track into one of the highlights of the “French Girls” compilation. What started out as an off-kilter dub/blues tune with male vocals ended up somewhere between a Portishead tune and Sophie B. Hawkins’s old Damn I Wish I Was Your Lover track, with a few raw female vocal snippets to punch up the energy.

Everything But The Girl, Corcovado (from Like The Deserts Miss The Rain)

This track starts with Tracey Thorn singing in Portugese over a percussionless minimal synth bed, then morphs into a breathtaking drum-n-bass bossa-nova.


Kristin Hersh, Heaven (from Live at Noe Valley Ministry)

Live at Noe Valley Ministry is a 2-disc “official bootleg” that is mostly sold at Hersh & Throwing Muses shows, and it’s a great tour of her solo work. I don’t have Strange Angels, so I hadn’t heard this track before. I’m a sucker for Hersh’s raw voice and poignant melodies.

4/30/2003

More Portishead

Filed under: — Joe @ 10:14 am

From the Portishead news page:

We have noticed that there is some confusion on an album release called “Alien”. Please be aware that this is NOT a Portishead release. The band are in the studio working on new material now but no release dates are scheduled as yet.
Yawn. Same story for the past, what, six years?

4/29/2003

Sorry, Insufficient Bling Bling

Filed under: — Joe @ 12:23 pm

Here’s a great bit that I found on a random blog while I was googling for “fire in the taco bell” (I’m listening to the 2 Many DJs disc). The original page doesn’t have a direct link to the entry, so I’ll reprint it wholesale here:

I've figured out one of the reasons I am unimpressed and/or unmoved by the money-centric name-branding of mainstream rap: it's not the coveting of material items or large wads of cash that's the problem, it's the boring shit they boast about having. Am I supposed to be impressed by an Escalade or a Mercedes? Hell no — anyone with a six figure income can have one of those. I wanna hear about Jay-Z cruising through NYC in an AMX-3 or some crazy-ass Barris Kustomized hot rod. I wanna hear about N.O.R.E. buying something completely ridiculous and ostentatious that almost nobody else can have, like a racing-tuned AMA Ducati Superbike or a three-story-high television or his own 10-acre video arcade with animatronic singing pimps and a go-kart track. Ghostface had the right idea as far as jewelry's concerned — a forearm-length gauntlet with a humongous eagle attached is probably a good start, but a ten-times platinum MC should probably get a ruby the size of a martini olive embedded in his navel, too, and maybe look into having diamonds spelling out his name surgically implanted into his forehead. And hell, rich people have an excuse to wear all sorts of crazy crap so take the Busta Rhymes route and go completely ridiculous with gold silk samurai pants and kinkajou-fur vests and shoes made out of the leather upholstery from one of Steve McQueen's Porsches. I mean, hell — if you're gonna be all bling-bling, then at least be over-the-top about it.

-Nate

4/28/2003

New Apple Music Shiznitz

Filed under: — Joe @ 7:58 pm

So, Apple did indeed dump a new iTunes, iPod, and digital music store today, and now that their server load has died down a bit, I’ve taken the software and service for a spin.

At first blush, iTunes 4 doesn’t seem shockingly different from its predecessors. The note in the iTunes icon is now XBox green instead of Aqua blue. Apple’s resident design wankers have changed the buttons yet again, to the flat metal look first seen in Safari. There’s also a new button in the lower-left corner, which shows and hides a new panel for displaying album covers. These images are provided with purchased songs, but there doesn’t seem to be any handy automatic way to get them for normal MP3s or CDs. However, it’s straightforward enough to open a browser and drag in the appropriate image from the Amazon or CD Baby site. These images are stored in the actual song files (in the ID3 tags?)–they don’t show up when streaming songs via Rendezvous, but if you copy the file to another machine (remember, boys and girls, for personal use only!), the album cover image is carried along. (more…)

4/15/2003

Music Roundup: Goldfrapp, Gibbons, Koop

Filed under: — Joe @ 3:48 pm

Here’s a quick rundown of some music that I’ve been checking out lately:

Goldfrapp, Black Cherry Unfortunately, Alison Goldfrapp and Will Gregory seem to have caught the synth-pop bug that’s been going around lately, and I’m not so fond of the results. The breathtaking sci-fi torch songs on 2000’s Felt Mountain certainly earned them the right to try anything that they wanted, but I wish that they had picked up their new idea of the future sometime after 1983. The handful of lovely soaring ballads is this album’s saving grace.

Portishead, Alien Speaking of torch songs, some release calendars had a new Portishead album scheduled for late March, but it hasn’t appeared yet. Searching the file-sharing nets turns up a few listings, but they’re either tracks from PNYC or songs from Mandalay’s Empathy, disingenuously renamed. So we’ll just have to wait for that. For Portishead fans desperately in need of a fix (if there are any left after the 6 years since their last album), there’s always…

Beth Gibbons and Rustin Man, Out of Season This side-project sets Beth’s lovely voice against a more folksly, upbeat backing, though Portishead-ish strings, organs, and jangly guitars peek in occasionally (Portishead bandmate Adrian Utley has several credits in the liner notes). Well worth a listen.

Koop, Waltz for Koop This one’s a couple years old, but I just discovered it while browsing around the handy All Music Guide. Most stuff labeled “acid jazz” doesn’t really do it for me, but this is a smooth, percussion-happy album that showcases several talented vocalists. Check this one out if you liked Kruder & Dorfmeister and/or Flanger’s Midnight Sound.

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