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Keep it to Yourself

Saturday, February 12th, 2011



Every published book is the result of multiple drafts, line edits and revision. Every feature film takes a dozen script revisions, three months of shooting and six weeks of editing. Every song on the radio took half a year to write, record, mix and master. That’s kinda how creativity works: a crumpled bedsheet of an idea is ironed over and over until the final product appears, perfectly flat and unwrinkled. And the process takes a while.





But a lot of producers today don’t take enough time to actually produce. My inbox is stuffed with MP3s that sound like works in progress because they are works in progress. Musicians are so eager to get their music out that they rush the creative process. I hear a lot of songs that make me think “this could be really good if he/she spent another week working on it.” It’s not that the songs are bad; they’re just unfinished.




Chuck Close once said, “you’re only responsible for the work you go public with.” His words apply to any creative medium: keep working on something until it’s finished. Take your time to get it right. You’ll find a polished final product worth the work; your audience will find your music worth the wait.




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Temabes – Love Me


Critics and Creators

Wednesday, December 29th, 2010



Criticizing is cowardly; creating is courageous.






It’s easy to criticize. Really, really easy. Everybody does it. People are inherently opinionated; we all have varied likes and dislikes. We disagree about who’s talented and who isn’t, which candy tastes the best and which painting is the most beautiful.







It’s hard to create. Really, really hard. Few people do it; fewer do it publicly. Because it’s not just the act of creation that’s particularly difficult. What’s harder is mustering up the guts to share that creation with the world. Anyone who creates anything– good or bad– and shares it with others deserves credit for having the bravery to face criticism.







We trust critics to discern whether or not a movie is worth our $12 or whether we should spend an hour listening to an album. But without filmmakers and musicians and artists and writers there wouldn’t be anything to criticize. Life would be empty, boring and depressing. The world doesn’t need criticism. It needs creativity. So go pour your soul into making something beautiful and then ask the world to judge you. Be brave.


Criticizing is cowardly; creating is courageous.








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Southern Shores – Grande Comore


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Southern Shores – Mauna Loa




I’ll Know It When I Hear It

Thursday, November 18th, 2010





I don’t watch unstructured television—the zombie-like sit-and-flip-though-channels activity that all parents say will rot the brain into a lifeless gray goo. I don’t do it. At least, I try not to do it very often.

It’s not because I’m “better than” television. Yes, I own a TV. And I hate when people talk about television as a pithy little box that unenlightened folks use for entertainment. I love T.V. more than anyone I know. That’s the problem: once I start watching, it’s really hard for me to stop.







Here’s what happens: I’ll enter into a channel-surfing loop wherein I’m constantly looking for something better to watch. I just keep changing the channel. But since I don’t really know what I’m looking for, I’m never satisfied with what I’m watching. Hours later I’ll realize that I’ve been watching T.V. for way too long and haven’t found anything good. It’s been a series of half-episodes and partial narratives. A big waste of time. Fuck, man.







I’ve recently felt the same way about my endless search for awesome new music. I used to get that special I-just-discovered-music-I-love!-Woo-hoo! feeling all the time. I haven’t felt it in months. I just want to hear something that excites me (doesn’t everyone?), but I don’t really know what I’m looking for. The aimless hunt usually makes me feel like I just wasted my afternoon.







But that’s the nature of art. The really good stuff surprises us. Of course I don’t know exactly what I want, because what I really want is something I’ve never seen/heard/read/watched before. That’s how creative progress happens. Nobody wanted to buy a series of silkscreened Campbell’s Soup cans until Warhol actually made them. Nobody wanted to hear a turntable scratching until he first heard someone do it and realized, “yeah, that does sounds really good.” Great artists take chances and create things that we’ve never seen before. People don’t know what they want until you give it to them.

Now someone send me something amazing. (Somebody besides Casino Gold, that is.)


Casino Gold – All My Friends Wear Suits (Original Mix)

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Will Bailey – Chip Shop (Casino Gold Remix)

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Why So Serious?

Wednesday, October 20th, 2010







I like fun music that makes me feel better rather than worse; music that makes me happier rather than sadder; music that makes me want to dance rather than sit and sulk. Sad music has it’s place every once in a while. But most of the time I want happy stuff. I think that that’s why I listen to so much electro– it’s a fun genre. Nobody singing about romances gone awry or rapping about the poverty problem in Detroit. Nothing but interesting sounds, funky basslines and glitchy drumbeats.







So if the listeners are having fun, the music makers must be having a good time, too, right? Err, sometimes. You can tell there are some musicians (electronic and otherwise) who don’t enjoy making music. It’s evident in the way they interview or how they act on stage. It’s usually the more famous musicians who seem unhappy. So maybe it’s not that these people don’t enjoy creating/performing music per se. They’re probably just annoyed with all that music industry bullshit– distribution deals and royalty/management fees and suit-and-tie executives flashing calculated orders about what to do/say/think. Being a famous musician is fiscally fantastic but creatively frustrating: there are a lot of people depending on you/your music. You’ll probably feel pressure to do certain things. You’ll sometimes feel like you’ve lost sight of whatever it was that drove you to make music in the first place.







But I really can’t sympathize. Because if you’re making money by making music, you’re pretty damn lucky. So enjoy it. Or at least pretend like you do. So stop taking everything so seriously and have a good time. There are about a million people who would trade places with you in a heartbeat. You’re living the dream. Act like it.




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Baxen – Freya

Electro Ergo Sum

Wednesday, September 8th, 2010








Heraclitus once wrote that you cannot stand in the same river twice. Something like that, at least; his ancient Greek writings are incomplete and don’t translate perfectly. Change, the philosopher explained, is a fundamental part of our universe, our lives and ourselves. Everything is in a constant state of flux. This idea is important to how we understand the relationship between music, experience and consciousness.







Music is, on a very literal level, a collection of sounds. It can be described by wavelengths, periods, amplitudes and frequencies. Well, duh; that’s the definition of sound—an oscillating wave that propagates through a medium. But for humans (and maybe other animals, depending on who you ask), music is more than just a bunch of equations from physics class. When a person listens to music, he or she feels something (assuming the music is within the frequencies our ears can detect). The act of listening is a means to an end; sound affects emotion. I’ll spare everyone a half-assed attempt at armchair neuroscience, but it’s an important distinction: a man doesn’t “listen” to music so much as he “experiences” the effects of auditory stimulations. When he says “I really like this song,” he means “this song makes me feel a certain way that I find pleasurable.” But can that experience be repeated or relived? Nope. Never. It sucks, but it’s true. A person can never experience the same song twice.







The first argument is literal and mathematically provable: auditory stimuli change. A persons might hear different things on each listen. Hearing a song through headphones is different than listening to that song with speakers. A live performance is different than a recording. A cover isn’t an original. The medium, performer and quality of a song change constantly. Think of your favorite song. Now turn the bass all the way down, like you’re using the speakers from a laptop. Is it still your favorite song? What if you’re only listening to the left channel? What if you’re listening to a really compressed MP3, the kind that gets that ugly leaf-crunching overlay if you turn the volume really loud? The vinyl/MP3/CD/casette versions of any particular song are pretty similar, but they’re still technically different.







It’s a rather weak argument—most people listen to the same MP3 over and over. Besides, even if the 128kpbs version of Hey Jude is different than the 160kpbs version, most people wouldn’t be able to tell. Since the human ear isn’t perfect, the difference between two versions is often indistinguishable. The second argument is that there’s no consistent “level of listening.” Listen to your favorite song but focus on the baseline. Then do it again, but now focus on the drums. The experience is different. Now put that same song on in the background while you’re organizing your closet. Are you still “listening” to it? Sorta. But there’s a big difference between passive and active listening; the “level of listening” affects the experience. Have you ever watched a movie while using your laptop, then suddenly realized about half-way through the film that you have no idea who the bad guys are after? Same idea.







But music isn’t the whole story. Argument three: the listener’s surroundings affect the experience, and surroundings always change. Blasting your favorite bass-laden Rusko song at a party with forty friends is different than blasting it at your grandma’s bridge club (though the latter sounds like a funnier YouTube video). In fact, hearing the song at tonight’s party will be a different experience than hearing it at last week’s party, even if the same people are attending and the same drinks are being served. There’s only one first-time-at-a-party experience. Context always matters—the time, the place, the people. But the most important argument involves the listener himself.








A listener never experiences the same song twice because the listener is always changing. Think about your own “self.” You’re not the same person you were five years ago. Certainly not physically; you’ve got a few more wrinkles in your skin, maybe you changed your haircut, gained/lost weight. Not intellectually; you know more—or less—than before. Not ideologically; you’ve probably changed your mind about something. You’re a different person sober than drunk; you act one way when you’re happy, another way when you’re sad; you do things when tired that you’d never do wide awake. That’s Heraclitus’s contribution to ontology: what philosophers call the “self” is actually a collection of infinitely many “selves.” You’re the same person you always were, but you’re always a different person. (Read that last sentence over a few times.) Consciousness is a series of infinitely many consciousnesses. Hence, the listener’s music-induced experience has less to do with the quality of the MP3 and the particular listening environment than with, well, him. And since he keeps changing, his experience keeps changing, too.







This last idea explains why the same song—even literally the same set of noises in the same context—can trigger two completely different experiences; why Bob Dylan sometimes makes me feel happy and sometimes makes me feel sad; why music I used to love became music I was apathetic about (or secretly still enjoy in a self-deprecating, what-was-I-thinking? sort of way); why music makes me nostalgic for specific stages of life, friends or cities; why I listen to the same songs over and over without getting bored.

Most importantly, the constantly-changing-self idea explains why people both look for and create new music when there’s already so much in the world. It’s not a search for sound, per se; it’s a search for emotion, a pseudo-existential I-want-to-feel-alive-and-music-lets-me-do-that quest for feeling. When I look for new music, I’m really just looking for new experiences—experiences that last between two and ten minutes and are, by their very nature, ephemeral (which, in a sense, almost makes them more special). It’s frustrating. It sometimes seems pointless. And takes up way too much time. But it’s worth it.

Because when I hear the right song at the right time with the right people, I feel alive and special and inspired, like everything’s going to be fine and every choice I’ve made has been the right one and every person I love also loves me. And I think to myself, “I’m lucky.”








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Dance Area – AA 24/7 (Diplo Remix)








Hook ‘Em Horns

Tuesday, August 10th, 2010









Ah, horns. What a wonderful group of instruments. What a wonder group of sounds.

The sound of the queen walking to her throne; the sound of the entire army base being lulled to sleep with Taps; the sound of a legendary jazzman just doing his thang.











But horns are really hard to sample. And they’re so loud & powerful that they often dominate a track. Good thing there are still a few artists are keeping the sound of horns alive. Let’s tip our hat to those producers whose songs include the overlooked, underused sound of the horn.











I declare today (inter?)national Horn Appreciation Day. Pause whatever you’re currently playing in iTunes and listen to these.






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Bill Conti – Gonna Fly Now (DJ Barletta Remix)

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Per QX – Blow My Trumpet