Scattershot

Goddamn. The Capitol Hill Block Party. Or, as the chalkboard behind the bar in the Comet Tavern referred to it, the Capitalist Hill Block Party. Whatever you call it, it was a blast. For 24 measly dollars, I saw a ton of bands, including local faves Band of Horses, Sera Cahoone, Common Market, and Minus the Bear, plus out-of-towners like Silversun Pickups. Sure, some of the acts weren’t my cup of tea (Himsa, Murder City Devils, I’m looking at you!), but overall, it was well worth it. You take the good with the bad at these festivals, and in there was way more good to be had here than otherwise. I even took some pictures, although it’s somewhat telling that most of them are of us inside a bar…Serene has some better pictures up too.

Blogging has been slow here, though I’ve been blogging up a storm over at Vox. There’s something very easy and inviting about it. I think I’m hooked. I have an invite if you’d like to try it out…e-mail me. My first name at this domain.

Still planning on souping this site up a bit….eventually. I started a design I liked, and have since fallen out of love with, although I learned a few things while doing it, so it wasn’t a total waste. But I have a new idea to try out, soonish. I need to get the Adobe suite re-installed on my PC soon, so I can do some of the scanning I’ll need to do to make that design happen. Oh, and I picked up O’Reilly’s Programming PHP at Half Price Books last night, so that gives me some more tools to play around with (assuming I can find some time to sit down and get my hands dirty).

Blah blah….more later, as usual.

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Posted by Dylan
On July 31, 2006
In Category: Debauchery, General, Live Music, Seattle, Unabashed Consumerism
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Vox Trot

Six Apart, the fine people behind such tools as LiveJournal, Movable Type, Typepad, etc. have sent out another wave of invites for their new service, Vox, and I was lucky enough to get one.

I’ve signed up and played around for a bit, and it seems fun. It’s sort of a combination of different aspects of a lot of other social networking/blogging sites, and even integrates services from other sites (most notably Flickr and YouTube). The friends system is less of a pain than, say, MySpace, and lacks the friend approval requirement, allowing you to build your “neighborhood” from any interesting people you run across on the site, rather than having to request their approval for friendship. It also allows you to build collections of content, either your own or from offsite. You can upload audio (a nice feature, and sure to make it attractive to musicians, especially since it lacks some of the presentational drawbacks of MySpace) or post video from YouTube, and build collections of books from Amazon.

It’s customizable, but not 100% freely customizable. You have a few layout options, and a couple dozen themes (designed by Six Apart) that are based on these modular layouts. You can choose which elements appear in your sidebars, though from what I can see, you can’t control their order.

Everything on the site is organized by tagging, so you can search for, say, Seattle, and find any blog posts, photos, audio files, videos, etc. that have been tagged Seattle. Content can also be organized into collections, allowing you to group together different types of content, for example, all your vacation photos and blog posts about that vacation could belong to a single collection.

I’m not sure exactly where this new blogging site will belong in my lineup of blogs (currently, I post here, at my comics blog, at EM411, and at my (possibly redundant) music blog. But it seems like the casual nature of Vox could keep me coming back. We’ll see how it goes.

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Posted by Dylan
On July 18, 2006
In Category: General, Linkage, Seattle
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I Dream in NTSC

Last night I dreamt that I was accidentally exposed to some teaser advertisements for the next season of Lost, which contained major spoilers for the direction the show was going to take. In my dream, it turned out that Kate was the major villain of the show, and I specifically remember one shot of Jack asking her about “her island.” And as I watched this, I started thinking “but wait! We’ve already seen Kate’s backstory! She can’t be responsible for the island!” As more events for the upcoming season were revealed, I got increasingly distressed, and finally turned off the TV.

It’s going to be a long wait until October.

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Posted by Dylan
On July 14, 2006
In Category: General
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The Sound of Settling

The new apartment is pretty much settled in now, with the exception of a few odds and ends that need to be sent to Value Village, and a box or two of audio gear that needs to be organized and stashed away. Serene was a real trooper about organizing our CDs yesterday (she has the week off, pending a new job start date after walking out on her previous employers). And the good news about CD organization and music library consolidation is that it gave us both an opportunity to convert duplicate or unloved discs into trade credit at Easy Street records. I ended up with $50 in trade-in credit (I had a short stack of mostly pretty desirable music), which was more than I was expecting, so I converted that credit into a nice stack of vinyl (and one CD).

I’m trying to move away from acquiring new CDs. The one that I bought last night was the new I Am Robot And Proud album, The Electricity In Your House Wants To Sing, which they didn’t have in stock on vinyl. C’est la vie. But regarding CDs: they have a lot of upsides. Convenience is probably the primary one. They’re smaller and more portable than records, and even though I use an iPod for almost any listening I do outside of my house, that is an attractive feature. Especially given that I’ve moved 5 times in the last 4 years. They’re also convenient in the sense that I can pop them into my CD drive, rip them, and have them available for listening, copying, adding to a portable device, burning, etc. without ever having to fuss with packaging or anything. They’re a completely ubiquitous format, available and playable basically everywhere, and despite rising prices and complaints of overcharging by labels, they’re still relatively affordable, especially at larger stores that can afford to order in large quantities and discount to their customers. They’re also capable of a high level of audio fidelity, and while debate rages among audiophiles over the relative quality differences between vinyl and CD, I’ve found that each format complements different musical and engineering styles. They’re incredibly practical, all things considered.

That said, I’m increasingly disenchanted with them, for reasons personal and philosophical.

Let’s start with the more tangible reasons. Larger labels are increasingly trying to shoehorn DRM schemes into the CD format, crippling the very convenience and flexibility that makes them appealing. Also, the current Loudness War being waged in the world of major label popular music (and which is currently bleeding over to the realm of smaller labels and niche genres) in the name of competitive volume comes at the expense of the sonic fidelity that CDs were originally engineered to offer. On both of these fronts, the format is being undermined by middlemen with no concern for either the customers or artists.

There’s an aesthetic difference between vinyl and CD as well. While I find blanket statements of either format’s superiority somewhat silly (they both have upsides and downsides, some of which are emphasized by different musical material), it’s tough to deny the physical and auditory appeal of well-pressed, well-mastered, and well-cared for vinyl records, even without investing a small fortune in top of the line audiophile gear. My cheap turntable coupled with Serene’s cheap stereo would give an audio purist a heart attack, but it works well enough to hear whatever subtle differences exist.

Philosophically, vinyl offers a more direct connection to the music. Even though most music recorded today goes through digital conversion processes before being released, the grooves on a record are physically analogous (hence the name “analog”) to the final waveform being reproduced. It’s nice to know that after the Oil Crash (yes, this is hyperbole), a needle and piece of paper are all that will be needed to listen to a record. Try listening to a CD without electricity!

Not a very convincing case for dropping CDs, I know, but most of my decision is more personal, and relates more to listening habits. I have hundreds of CDs, and hundreds more CDs worth of downloaded music (don’t sue me). I’ve found that the overabundance of music, and the increasing separation between music-as-experience and music-as-object tends to lead (at least in my personal habits) to a sense of disconnection. This is more a product of the availability of free music online than any issues related to CDs themselves, but bear with me here. Most of my music listening is being done now on my computer or my iPod, usually during some other activity. When I bought new CDs, they would be opened, liner notes perused, ripped, shelved, and rarely touched again. Music became a background, an endless cornucopia of sounds to be chosen as background to other tasks. There was so much to listen to that it was difficult to find time for repeat listens to anything that didn’t grab me straight off the bat. Considering that some of my favorite albums (OK Computer, The Milk Eyed Mender, Vespertine, among others) didn’t reveal their charms immediately, this is troubling. How much music have I bought and downloaded and filed away without giving a real chance? I also noticed that I was becoming bad at remembering song titles, track orders, lyrics. I’d find myself sitting down to make a mix CD and not really knowing what half the songs I wanted to use were about. I’d hear a track come up on shuffle and wonder what it was, because it was towards the end of an album I’d never finished listening to.

So part of the appeal of vinyl is a closer connection to the music. My turntable is in the front room, away from my computer desk, and even though I use laptops, wireless internet, and VNC in order to access anything on any computer in my network from anywhere in the house, removing myself from that setting helps to put the focus on the act of listening. Having to deal with the packaging again puts the focus back on relating to the music as an experience with a physical, tactile aspect, and encourages reading tracklists and liner notes and lyrics. It makes music less of a commodity and more of an experience. Listening becomes something to do, rather than something that happens in the background. Vinyl facilitates engaging with music in a way that CDs and MP3s don’t.

I’m not giving up on CDs completely. I’m not going to give up my iPod or digital music collection. I’m not going to stop downloading music (in fact, I’m going to make sure to download copies of whatever I buy on vinyl, when possible). I recognize, that there are plenty of upsides to the wide availability of digital music (most notably the ease of acquiring rare or out-of-print material and easier access to the history of recorded music, leading to the potential to wider exposure to music of different styles and eras). But for me, right now, the shift of mindset that comes with a shift of format feels more beneficial than convenience.

Wow, that was long and self-indulgent. Sorry.

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Posted by Dylan
On July 12, 2006
In Category: General, Recorded Music, The Best Of, Unabashed Consumerism, Whining & Griping
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Holiday Crawl

Last night was such an amazing blur. For starters, it was Mojito Monday at the Broadway Grill (AKA Gay Denny’s) on Broadway. $4 Mojitos are nice, but even cheap Mojitos should be better than the ones we were served. They were a little weak and limey for my tastes. And besides, after the amazing, crisp and balanced ones we had at Havana (which, with that name, you would expect them to know their way around a Mojito) during Pride weekend, it’s hard to settle for an inferior mix.

But that was just the beginning. Since the Holiday comes mid-week, our Monday was essentially Monday and Friday all rolled into one, and Mondays are $2.50 well drink night at the infamous Cha Cha lounge. Cha Cha is probably my favorite Capitol Hill bar, for several reasons. Namely: Stiff drinks, cheap happy hour, and amazing people watching. Cha Cha is hipster heaven, and tonight was no exception.

Our first encounter though, was a loudly, obnoxiously, humorously drunk trust fund baby from Mercer Island who challenged us on our comics nerd credentials (with Marvel references only, sadly…he was in over his head). But between Valarie zinging him on Jewishness and me calling him out on owning an Audi (a burst of intuition on my part), he was out of his league. The 40 of PBR didn’t help him any, especially when he started accusing people of LARPing (an activity I take pride in having NEVER participated in, despite my other geek cred).

After our 2nd round, we decided it was time for a quick snack to keep us on our feet (literally in some cases), and headed over to Hot Mama’s pizza. Much to our dismay, they closed early, despite the holiday bar crowds on the streets. This gave us a chance to try out Juliano’s, the tiny new pizza place next to the Baltic Room. Juliano’s is the shit…freshly made pizza by the slice with your choice of toppings (none of that pepperoni-pizza-under-a-heat-lamp bullshit here, thank you), with vegan pizza options. Super dope.

Since the night was still young, we slipped back into the Cha Cha for a final round, where we saw the most incredible displays of hipster “fashion.” The guy in the black-and-white striped shirt was a beret away from a full-on faux French shtick, but the prize for the evening was taken by a couple who came in, him in tennis shorts and molester mustache, her in a Studio 54 style, way-too-short brown velour jumpsuit and gold belt (at navel height, no less), topped with a horribly unkempt mullet of the worst white-trash variety. That was too much for us. We either had to leave, or risk getting beat up for making rude comments, so we chose the former.

We could have chosen to continue the evening at Crescent Lounge, but decided we’d hit our limit and headed home. Nothing beats a midweek holiday when it comes to debauchery, I tell you.

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Posted by Dylan
On July 4, 2006
In Category: Debauchery, General, Seattle
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