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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Seattle, Finally!!

So I’m a liar. My last entry was not entirely accurate. I actually ended up in Seattle much later than anticipated, after much drama and weather-and-medication-related difficulties.

To start with: that “Airborne” stuff that’s sort of an herbal cold remedy type thing? I think it robs me of my ability to sleep. I started coming down with a cold a couple of days before we were slated to leave, and I tried Airborne as an aid. But as soon as I started using it, I found myself unable to get more that 3 hours of sleep during a night. Which left me super-stressed and physically and emotionally wrecked at 11:00pm on the 29th. And of course, I was slated to be on the road to Seattle at 4:00am on the 30th. Didn’t happen. Me and Serene grabbed a few extra hours of sleep and left at 11:00 instead. No big deal, we figured….we were gonna stop in Portland anyways, so we’ll still get to Seattle on time.

Except that we hit a snow storm going through the Siskiyous. We hit a chain inspection in the pass on the way over, and as we had no chains for the rental truck, we had to turn back at Hilt. Problem was, there was a chain inspection going the other way too, and we were stuck on the mountain pass, completely immobile in a line of semi trucks for over an hour, in 3 inches of snow. In the pitch black. We ended up making our way back down the mountain to Yreka, where we stayed the night, hoping the pass would clear. In which case, we could still conceivably make Seattle on the right day.

So we set out in the morning, over the pass, which is now mostly clear, but wet and rainy. And then my tire chains on my car blow out on the middle of the pass, and I lose track of Serene in the rental truck in an area with no cell phone reception, on one of the most dangerous stretches of road in California. I had to get out, take what was left of the chains off my car, and try to catch up, which I did eventually. One of the scariest moments of my life.

The rest of the day was mostly uneventful, and we stopped in Portland to have dinner with my sister, but then, on the final stretch of road to Seattle, we hit snow. Heavy, thick, gloopy wet snow that coated the road, covered the lane markers, and made sloped exits unsafe. We ended up pulling onto an exit in Federal Way, 21 miles from our new homes, already over 10 hours late, to look for a hotel.

And we had to go to 12 different hotels in Federal Way (where the hookers apparently work in the snowstorms, walking the streets in fur parkas) before finding one that would allow us to bring Serene’s dog, Freckles inside. (sidenote: Holiday Inn Express in Federal Way, with their $150 non-refundable pet deposit plus $50 refundable pet deposit, plus $84 dollar room fee can eat my ass). We stayed at La Quinta, and finally made the final stretch of road to Seattle by 11:00am on the 2nd, a full day late, and considerably more stressed, and two nights of hotel stay poorer.

Anyways, I’m here now, in Downtown Seattle, right in the heart of everything. And I love it and it was worth it. But boy, did it suck on the way.

More later…

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Posted by Dylan
On December 3, 2005
In Category: General, Seattle, Whining & Griping
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They’ve Made A Huge Mistake

So Fox just canned Arrested Development. Season Three will only have 13 episodes, lower than the 22 in the original plan. That leaves 8 new episodes until the series concludes.

Goddammit!!

I don’t have cable, so I’ve just finally started watching Season Three with Serene (after tearing through the first two seasons on DVD), thanks to the magic of Bit torrent. So this is disappointing news, but not too surprising. the show has been in danger of cancellation since it’s inception, so I guess we’re lucky we got this far. Maybe with a little luck, HBO or Comedy Central will pick it up. Seems like there’s a market for this show, and it just hasn’t quite found it yet, despite the amazing amounts of word of mouth.

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Posted by Dylan
On November 11, 2005
In Category: General, Whining & Griping
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It’s Official…

I’m moving to Seattle at the end of November.

Most of you reading this already knew that (and being that there’s only about 3 of you, that’s not shocking), but I put in my notice at work finally. If all goes according to plan, I’ll be moving into a new place int he Pacific Northwest on the 1st of December.

Which means I only have to pack, find a place, update my resume, find a job, get a moving truck, change banks, do a couple of web jobs to get some extra moving money in my pockets, etc. etc. etc.

Piece of cake.

Well, it helps that one of my best friends is up there already, and I’m making the move with two of my other favorite people ever. So i think it’s gonna go pretty smoothly. But it’s weird to be in this weird transitional phase right now, where I can’t really do a lot do make it easier (too early to look for employment or housing for December), but it still seems to be looming so close…

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Posted by Dylan
On October 10, 2005
In Category: General, Seattle, Sonoma County, Wage Slavery, Whining & Griping
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Bleh

In case it wasn’t obvious by my current rate of posting here, I’m a little bored with this site at the moment. I want to redesign it, and perhaps re-purpose it, but haven’t really had the time, between my comics blogging, my multiple musical projects, and actually doing stuff outside of my house. So updates will probably continue to be slow and dull for the next little while at least, until I can figure out a way to inject some sort of focus and excitement into this thing.

More later…but probably not for a while.

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Posted by Dylan
On September 12, 2005
In Category: General, Whining & Griping
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Dear Google:

Let me get this straight. We have AIM. MSN. Yahoo. ICQ. IRC. None of which interoperate with each other. The presence and incompatibility of which has led to the development of several multi-protocol IM clients that consumers have demanded as a way to simplify their chatting lives. Which doesn’t fix the problem of interoperability (if I only have an AIM account, I can’t use it to talk to somebody on MSN, for example. Even if I have a multi-protocol client like Trillian or Adium). I have multiple IM accounts with different services that I have to remember the screenname and passwords for evey time I set up a new client or a new computer.

And now Google, everyone’s favorite tech company, comes along and makes things MORE complicated, with ANOTHER IM system that doesn’t interoperate with existing chat services??

Now, I hear this Google Talk thing is being run on a Jabber server, and according to what I’ve heard, that was supposed to indicate that you could use ONE chat client to talk to anyone, on any service, by sending your message to the Google Jabber server, which would rely it, server-side, to the appropriate service. But I downloaded them demo, and apparently, you can only talk to people who have Gmail.

Which means one more chat service. One more chat client (unless you have a jabber-enabled client already). One more account to sign up for and keep track of. One more unnecessary protocol in a market that’s already fragmented and frustrating due to a plethora of incompatible protocols with entrenched userbases.

Smooth move. This was the last thing the chat world needed.

(Yes, my posts today are a little cranky, but I’m actually not. Go figure.)

More later…

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Posted by Dylan
On August 23, 2005
In Category: General, Whining & Griping
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Fiery! Choiry!

Listening to a leaked copy of the new Fiery Furnaces record, featuring Grandma Friedberger joining Eleanor and Matthew on (mostly spoken) vocals. The album is titled “Rehearsing the Choir,” and my first thought is “Maybe you guys should have rehearsed it a little more.”

Either that or a more strenuous audition process…Jesus.

More later.

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Posted by Dylan
On August 23, 2005
In Category: General, Recorded Music, Whining & Griping
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Jesus Fucking Christ…

Hey remember that guy in London last week, who was shot 5 times in the head after jumping a transit turnstile while fleeing the police, wearing a heavy jacket that could have concealed another bomb intended to kill innocent civilians in the Tube?

Well, it turned out he didn’t have a bomb on him, which put the London Police in the tough position of having killed an innocent civilian in a difficult split-second decision that could have cost even more innocent lives.

Oh yeah, and now it appears that he wasn’t wearing a heavy jacket. Or fleeing the cops. And he didn’t jump the turnstile.

So what the fuck? Apparently the London police just decided randomly to shoot a Brazilian electrician in the head? 5 times?

Goddamn it.

More irrelevance later.

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Posted by Dylan
On July 28, 2005
In Category: General, Whining & Griping
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