The Books @ Neumo’s

Ended up going to the Books, obviously, and since it was a pretty late night for us,we didn’t even try to sprint over to the Yacht show. In fact, we didn’t even stay for the Books full set before calling it a night.

There was nothing wrong with the show. The Books put on a incredible show regardless of venue,  and this year’s presentation was different than last year’s show at U-Dub. But there were minor elements that made it difficult to enjoy. The sound was poorly mixed, at least near the fron of the house, where anything even remotely in the bass range caused floorboards and eardrums to shake violently, and even rattled a power cord loose during opener Todd Reynolds set. Retreating to the back was a much better experience, though the usual issues with a full house in Neumo’s still applied. At least this crowd had a lower hipster quotient than your typical Neumo’s crowd.

But speaking of Todd Reynolds… now that was an amazing performance. He’s a solo performer who plays violin, accompanied by a laptop running some Max/MSP looping software, both for pre-recorded accompaniment and for layering his violin parts in real-time. I think he only played 4 or 5 pieces, but they were all epic and dynamic, using the full range of possibilities in his instrument, rising and falling in long, dramatic arcs. A couple of his pieces were played to video accompaniment, including the final piece, which was synched to split-screen footage from a train crossing the Brooklyn Bridge that was slowly sped-up and layered, becoming more frantic and abstract as it played.

I really wish the 2 set show had started before 10, but I’m glad I got a chance to catch two amazing performances, even if there were a few obstacles to full enjoyment.

Jarvis Cocker tomorrow night. That should be fun too. More later, of course.

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Posted by Dylan
On April 29, 2007
In Category: General, Live Music, Seattle, Whining & Griping
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Dilemma!

I have a decision to make before the end of next week (and the sooner the better, honestly). Next Friday, the 26th, the Books and Yacht are playing here in Seattle on the same night. The Books will be at Neumo’s, and Yacht will be playing at the Club Pop monthly at Chop Suey, a few blocks away. Sadly, I don’t think I’ll be able to dash back and forth and catch both acts, so I need to figure out which tickets to buy.

I’ve seen the Books before, at U-Dub last year, and they were fucking amazing. Hands down one of the best shows I’ve ever seen. Which means I’m leaning strongly in that direction. But I’ve never seen Yacht before, and the Club Pop atmosphere seems perfectly suited to his quirky brand of electro-pop, the way the U-Dub auditorium was perfect for the scholarly and playful music of the Books. Plus, I’ve been really, really digging Paper Television, the new album from The Blow, that he was a part of.

If I wasn’t sure that one or both of these shows would sell out, I’d just wait to see what mood I was in that night and choose accordingly.  But now I have to figure all this out in advance. Woe is me! Whichever I end up doing, you can expect a write-up and probably some pictures…

More later…

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Posted by Dylan
On April 17, 2007
In Category: General, Live Music, Seattle, Whining & Griping
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C’est La Vie

So Paris is off. At least for me, for now. Serene will still be going, and living it up in the City of Light for a week, while I stay home in Seattle.

So what happened?

I sent in a Canadian passport application ages ago, since my old one had expired. Time went by. It got closer and closer to my travel date, and my passport charge had yet to show up on my bank record. So I called the passport agency. I knew they were backed up a few weeks, due to sudden high demand spurred by new US travel regulations, but I was expecting to receive the passport with plenty of time to spare. But when I called them, they were only starting to process applications they had received on January 12th. The 4 week delay they claimed to be experiencing was more like 8 weeks.

I ran over all the possibilities in my head. Luckily, I had a second copy of my birth certificate on hand, and if necessary, I was willing to camp out at the Canadian consulate in Seattle, or make a trek into Vancouver to apply in person. But after calling the consulate, I found out that even their rush service was close to 3 weeks at this point, and the only rushes they were approving were for the death of a family member in a foreign country, or urgent nonrefundable business travel. And they required supporting documentation for either one. The soonest I will see a passport, in any case, is early April. I was supposed to fly on March 20th.

There’s some small silver lining. Not going to France eases up my financial situation, though I had to eat $230 to cancel my flight. But I will get to go to APE in San Francisco in April, and probably take some other trip later on in the year.

Anyways. Paris isn’t going anywhere. I could use the cash I was forfeiting by skipping a week of work, and Serene will be an experienced Parisian navigator when we finally get to go together.

But this still sucks.

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Posted by Dylan
On March 11, 2007
In Category: Canada, General, Whining & Griping
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The Owl in Daylight

I’m adjusting surprisingly well to my new work schedule, a previously unimaginable 5:00 am alarm leaving me none the worse for wear. The job itself is not bad…every day is a little different, and my employers are flexible enough to let me take time off for a Parisian vacation and a significant other’s surgery, even though I haven’t been there for two weeks yet.

The new hours are somewhat prohibitive of my choice leisure activities, including showgoing. But I figure an afternoon nap will do wonders in that department. I already had some late nights this past weekend, and slipped back into work mode pretty easily.

In preparation for a lengthy flighty to Europe (my first), my aforementioned other and I have purchased matching pink Nintendo DS Lites. Possibly an ill-advised purchase, as I am now resigned to the fact that I will have no spending money until after I return from Paris, which means my planned record shopping trip (to celebrate gainful employment) will have to be indefinitely postponed. But it’s all worth it for the glory that is New Super Mario Bros., and the promise of wireless Mario Kart action in my near future is tantalizing as well. Even Animal Crossing: Wild World has drawn me into it’s cute little web of addiction.

In essentially unrelated news, there might be some weirdness when trying to visit this site or the Miniature Airlines website, or even the comics blog in the next week or so. The panicNow free server is going offline after 6 years of serving up pages for various artists, musicians, misfits, and ne’er-do-wells. Godspeed panicNow free server! You shall be missed as we migrate over to Dreamhost and actually have to bear the indignity of paying for webspace.

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Posted by Dylan
On February 22, 2007
In Category: General, Unabashed Consumerism, Wage Slavery, Whining & Griping
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Chatty Kathy

People just can’t shut up about Girl Talk.

I’d initially written off Night Ripper, the widely acclaimed (and somewhat controversial) third Girl talk album, based on hearing a couple of tracks, and what I thought was a rather sober assessment of the projects approach. For those who haven’t heard: Night Ripper is an album composed almost entirely from samples of hugely popular, widely recognizable songs from the genres of mainstream pop, radio-friendly indie/alternative rock, Top 40 hip hop, and so on. It is essentially the logical endpoint of the mashup, eschewing song structure and dynamic variation for 40 minutes, and piling just the hooks of songs you already know and love into a miasma of nostalgia. It’s dancefloor friendly in the sense that it never changes tempo, even at the expense of painfully obvious pitch-shifting.

But after hearing stories about the utter insanity of the recent live show at Chop Suey, and the incessant praise for the album, I figured a closer look was called for.

Well, I have to say that my opinion has not changed. Technically, it’s mediocre at best, often stripping the original tracks of their intensity in order to fit them into what is basically a bland progression of barely altered loops. Take the novelty appeal of the mashup (OMG! Joy Division and Missy Elliot! What other shocking combination can we come up with?) and aim it at a target market with an attention span of 8 seconds, and you have Night Ripper in a nutshell. The hard work (writing effective melodies and rhythms) is already done, and Night Ripper offers no context, no transformation to elevate the fragmentary procession to the realm of commentary or statement. It panders, giving us one rush of recognition after another and failing to make anything lasting or truly affecting. It’s the musical equivalent of throwing candy to the audience. What’s not to like, right? Even if the occasional chocolate covered rat turd (like “My Humps”) gets thrown in with the candy.

The most fascinating aspect of the album is the legal aspect (and if that isn’t a sign of artistic bankruptcy, I don’t know what is). Released by the semi-infamous label/art project Illegal Art, the album includes liner notes detailing every artist that was sampled. So far, there has been no public action taken from any of the labels, artists, or publishers involved, which is surprising. Especially considering the album was incredibly heavily hyped, mostly on the internet at first, but eventually spilling over to mainstream publications like Rolling Stone, who found a spot for it on their Best of 2006 list.

I’m all for sampling, but it often becomes a crutch for lazy musicians when it could be a catapult. And I sincerely hope there are no legal repercussions for the artist or label from this, but it baffles me to see music that is so ridiculously basic and obviously pandering getting so much praise. Sure, it’s got to be fun live, and a fun spot-the-riff game the first time you hear it, but what is there beyond that? I can’t wait for next year, when someone makes a film mashup of all the biggest explosions, funniest punchlines, and hottest sex scenes from the previous years’ films and tries to pass it off as serious artistry.

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Posted by Dylan
On January 31, 2007
In Category: General, Recorded Music, Seattle, Whining & Griping
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Icy Demise

IMG_0010, originally uploaded by successless.

Looks like someone in my neighborhood has a sense of humor about this unusual burst of snow.

Spent the morning getting stuck on a snowed-over hill in North Capitol Hill, on the way back from the dog groomers. Some lovely folks in the neighborhood were nice enough to help me push my car up to the next intersection, where I regained traction.

Last winter, we got exactly zero snow inside the city. We’re now up to 4 or 5 days of scattered snowfall of varying depths in December and January. What is this world coming to?

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Posted by Dylan
On January 16, 2007
In Category: General, Seattle, Whining & Griping
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Stuck in the Past

Lionel Shriver, writing for the Guardian UK, tackles a few topics in this column, starting with contemporary book cover design, and ending with contemporary jazz. Both of these topics are widely off the mark and betray a mindset that is stuck resolutely in bygone days, as well as a whiff of anti-intellectualism.

Regarding book cover design, and the larger world of design in general: his complaint is that young designers are growing up with computers as their prime tool, and lack the ability to draw, and this leads to poor cover design. I’ll agree that there is a glut of poor book covers flooding the market today, the most obvious of which consists of “mysteriously” cropped stock photography and self-consciously “edgy” typography. But book covers, like most art, obeys Sturgeon’s Law (in brief: 90% of everything is crap), and there are always fresh and exciting covers being produced. Poor design comes not from a lack of traditional drawing ability, but an unwillingness to edge away from what is currently in style. He also asserts that “many enduring classics of packaging involved someone sitting down to draw or paint a picture,” ignoring that the overwhelming majority of classic book and album covers are photographic in nature. Sure, there’s plenty of great illustrative cover design out there, but illustrative art is no the be-all and end-all of cover design, and whether or not it has fallen out of favor seems to bear little on the advent of computer design. After all, computers are capable of being used as illustrative tools, just as pen, pencil, paint, etc. Maybe if he wasn’t getting what he wanted from the 13 rounds of revision his publisher went through in designing his latest book cover, he should aim that ire at the individual designers (or better yet, perhaps his own ability to communicate his needs to them!), rather than their tools. There’s no lack of talented illustrators out there today.

And, regarding jazz: Using Blue Note Records’ announcement of their plans to sell ringtones of classic jazz tunes as a springboard, rails against the commercially dire straits of jazz music today. He places the blame solely at the feet of Free Jazz musicians, who apparently have “[t]he same perverse obliviousness to what an audience really wants that has alienated so many would-be viewers from modern art.” In Shriver’s mind, this has turned people off from seeing “many jazz musicians today, playing at a club near you, whose music is accessible, tuneful, and tap-your-foot rhythmic.” Never mind that Jazz since the 40s (a time he cites, along with the 60s as jazz’s heyday) left behind such populist concerns in favor of the sounds of bebop and its descendants, a musically sophisticated style that wrenched jazz from the dancefloor and required engagement and musical knowledge from both listener and performer. “I’m convinced that, while it may be fun to play, even most jazz musicians can’t stand to listen to it,” he insists, referring to Free Jazz. Of course, he can’t be bothered to understand the form as anything other than “unstructured, often atonal and unmelodiously improvised,” ignoring the sheer range of tonalities and levels of melodic content in the genre. Apparently, it’s just not toe-tapping enough, so he can’t be bothered to investigate further, or attempt to engage the music on terms other than shallow pleasantries and adherence to European-classical derived notions of craft. It’s an act of contempt and a disservice to the fans to explore what lies outside of the realms of traditional Western music forms and rules, and because of those bad, bad, Free Jazzers, none of his friends will go see the accessible, danceable jazz bands he likes. Poor Lionel.

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Posted by Dylan
On August 2, 2006
In Category: General, Linkage, Whining & Griping
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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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Successless, Inc.

I got the best piece of junkmail ever the other day. It came in one of those padded manila envelopes for some reason, which I guess means it was hand packed. The mailing label had a credit card company logo on it and it was addressed to “Owner, Successless” at my home address. Now, I use the name Successless quite a bit online, as a username and general alias in all sorts of situations, starting with the name of this blog, but it doesn’t exist as any kind of official, registered business entity outside of the domain registration database, which I’m assuming is where this company got my info (unless my registrar is actively selling my info? Hmm).

Anyways, inside was an offer for a business credit card emblazoned with my “business” name, Successless. I was half tempted to send in an application jsut for the sheer absurdity of it.

But two things about this struck me as odd, on reflection. One, the fact that it looked hand packed. The address wasn’t just entered in a database somewhere and churned out on some automated mail service. Someone presumably took the time to send me this credit come-on in a padded envelope! Which brings me to the second thing: That that someone presumably also read my “business” name and thought that a business called Successless should be extended a line of credit.

I can just picture the business plan:

  1. Get Line of Credit
  2. Max out Credit
  3. Default on Debts
  4. Die in Gutter Clutching Bottle of Screwtop Wine

…Sounds pretty successless to me.

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Posted by Dylan
On May 30, 2006
In Category: General, Whining & Griping
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Sick Day = Blog Day

I worked a short day today, due to a head cold that’s wavering on the boundary of disappearing, but not quite ready to mosey along into the sunset. And so, since I’m home in the afternoon with nothing better to do, I guess it’s time to catch up on some blogging.

Saw TV on the Radio on Friday at the Showbox. The venue is nice, a very spacious theater with multiple bars (3 or 4?) and some interesting decor. I especially love the main support pillars that have blooming, floral structures just below the ceiling, lit bright red from somewhere inside the pillar. It’s a unique architectural touch that adds a classy, almost retro ambiance to the room. The band was awesome live, high energy and spot-on performances. The set seemed a little short, but I think that was just because I was blown away by what they’re playing. Time flies, and all that. But when they returned for an encore of “Staring at the Sun” and an incredible, beatboxed version of “Ambulance” (originally recorded as an a capella track) that “blown away”-ness got bumped to “truly next level.”

The next day was an exciting one too, for totally different reasons. I feel like I have a lot to say about that day, but everything’s been said so well here, by Serene, that I can’t think of anything I need to add, other than to reiterate the thanks to Tracy and Sean for welcoming me into a very intimate, incredible moment in their lives, and to Elliot Matthew, for making me gasp, cry, and smile, all uncontrollably.

Pretty much finished with my new Miniature Airlines EP. The mixdowns have been sent off and I have a date for mastering this Saturday. Which means that in the next week, in between a Mirah show and a Big Lebowski themed party, I really should try to get my cover art finished. I’ve got a start on it, but I’m not sure of what I’m going to do on the backside. Inspiration? Are you there? It’s me, Dylan…

More later.

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Posted by Dylan
On May 9, 2006
In Category: General, Live Music, Making Music, Seattle, Whining & Griping
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