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All right, Roger, we get the point, now shut up already

Thursday, August 12th, 2010

Excuse me while I go off topic for a moment.

Roger Ebert has been posting a series of sarcastic tweets in which he refers to various volumes in his book collection as “e-books”. “Aww. My dog Ming chewed the spine of my e-book edition of ‘The Children of Sanchez.’” “Studs Terkel left me his autographed Royko e-book, and you can see here where he must have dropped his cigar.” “In his e-book edition of “The Grapes of Wrath,” I found a check my father never cashed.” And so on. The point is obvious, and I understand what he’s getting at, but I also think the argument is meaningless.

Though this isn’t true of every argument I’ve heard against e-readers, the majority still revolve around the same basic idea of the experience of reading as something physical as opposed to intellectual. E-book critics go on about the cold feel of plastic as opposed to the warmth of paper, the smell of books, their heft, their volume, their typeface and design, and they usually end by conjuring up some fuzzy, sentimental scene that involves sitting in front of a fire in a cozy armchair, a cat on their laps and a dog at their feet, reading some classic work and basking in the glow of LITERATURE printed on paper and bound in leather. It’s the intellectual equivalent of a Thomas Kinkade painting.

Not that any of those are bad things. I grew up on books like anybody else. I love the way books look, the way they feel, the way they smell. I, too, love curling up in a comfy chair in front of a fire with a good book, though our cats are too big to sit in my lap for long, and we don’t have a dog. I love all those things. But there’s something I love more: words. Words and ideas and thoughts and stories and essays and novels and plays and poems, and all the other things that can be made out of words. A comfy chair and a fire is nice, but I don’t need them, and sometimes they’re even a distraction.

I fully understand the sentimental value of books, and I have many that I would never consider selling though I know I’ll never read them again. And though I appreciate Ebert’s point that his library contains mementos and memories that wouldn’t exist if he had grown up in a world of e-readers, does he honestly believe they wouldn’t be replaced by other sentimental markers? Does he own a print of every movie he’s ever seen, so he can go through his collection of film cans or videotapes and remember when he saw that movie with Gene Siskel, or remember what movie he was at when he got his first kiss? That’s what memories are for. Does he really need to find an uncashed check in a copy of “The Grapes of Wrath” to remember his father?

I don’t mean to step on Ebert’s memories, which are sweet and often funny, but why should they be used to launch an attack on e-readers when they have nothing to do with the purpose for which books were invented, the same purpose for which e-readers were invented, the transmission of information? That phrase sounds cold, but we all know that once we actually begin reading, it isn’t. If the words are good enough, if the information being transmitted is interesting enough, you won’t notice the source, even while you hold it in your hand. Isn’t that the point? Isn’t that what we’re all reading for, to be taken away from the mundane world of paper and ink, of metal and plastic, to be transported out of our armchairs and classrooms and bus and train and airline seats into another world? Why should we care how the words reach us as long as they reach into us?

Just shoot me now

Wednesday, March 31st, 2010

As if the promise of an all-Madonna episode weren’t bad enough: “‘Glee’ Cast Will Take On Lady Gaga’s ‘Bad Romance,’ ‘Poker Face’

Thinking big

Thursday, March 25th, 2010

Gold records (500,000 sold)? Platinum (1,000,000)? Diamond (10,000,000)? Who cares anymore? As of today the industry will need to think in much bigger terms. How about one billion? That’s how many times, and more, people have watched Lady GaGa’s videos online. That’s not all: there have been nearly three quarters of a billion views of Soulja Boy’s “Crank That” alone, and half a billion views of Beyonce’s “Single Ladies” (not to mention the nearly 200 million views of Dramatic Gopher). This has nothing to do with sales—artists don’t make a dime when people watch their videos—but it should only be a matter of time before somebody comes up with some official, mineral-based designation for the number of views a video receives. With numbers as astronomical as this, how could the industry resist the urge to congratulate itself?

Saddest headline of the day

Thursday, March 11th, 2010

“T-Pain Says Lil Wayne’s Jail Time Put T-Wayne Album On Hold”

“…it’s got too many notes…”

Friday, February 5th, 2010

Despite the sheer level of bombast and confused—and confusing—showmanship displayed at this year’s Grammy awards, there was nothing about the show that could be considered controversial. In fact, with its largest audience since 2004, the program can be considered, in business terms at least, a stunning success. But where there isn’t controversy, you can be sure that someone in the news business will create some, and sure enough, here comes MTV, that bastion of journalistic integrity, doing their best to maintain what is now a week long debate over Taylor Swift’s inability to hit certain notes in the chorus of “Rhiannon”, and whether that inability invalidates her entire career.

Just to keep the debate humming, and no doubt to keep his client’s name in the papers (as if she needed the publicity), the owner of Swift’s label, Scott Borchetta, gave an interview providing a defense that ran along the lines of the importance of emotion over technical proficiency, and in the process took a swipe at American Idol. This brought out Kelly Clarkson, who quite rightly felt insulted, though she made it clear that her beef was with Borchetta, and not Swift herself. Swift, meanwhile, with wisdom beyond her years, has kept her mouth shut about the whole thing.

What many of those currently following this apparently meaningless debate may not realize is that it isn’t new. For well over a year, country blogs have been full of comments about Swift’s occasionally erratic pitch in live performance, and the debate has moved pretty much along the same lines it has on MTV over the last week: she can’t sing and her music sucks vs. she can too sing vs. she can’t sing but it doesn’t matter because her records are still great.

My own opinion is that despite obvious technical limitations, Swift is still an excellent vocalist, and an even better songwriter. I’m also tempted to say “who cares as long as the records are good?” Except that a lot of people care, and they care for a very important reason: Swift represents the future of country music, and everyone, whether they like it or not, knows it. They also know that that future is going to be a lot different from the present, in ways that many people may not have even realized.

In terms of the current debate, one piece of the future Swift represents is the ultimate collapse, for a time at least, of the cult of the vocalist, which has ruled country for several years now. Listening to the country top ten over the last few years, it’s been impossible not to notice the almost fetishistic attention that is paid to vocals, especially among male singers. Whether it’s the tenor keening of Rascal Flatts, or the craggy baritone of someone like Trace Adkins, vocal perfection and detail is a central part of their records’ appeal. As such, the songs are no longer the point of most country records, but merely the vehicle for various vocal pyrotechnics.

Oddly, less attention seems to be lavished on women’s vocals (women are somewhat out of the picture in country right now, anyway—though they’re making a comeback, there are only nine in the current country top forty—another area where Swift could end up changing things). In the current market, women are required to be either belters or vamps, and little else (the whole redneck woman phase seems to have faded), and the prettier their voices are the better. Carrie Underwood is the obvious reflection of this, and no doubt Swift’s manager was thinking of her when he made his comment about American Idol. The only major exception beside Swift is Miranda Lambert, and even she had to soften her violent ways to finally get to number one; the others are mostly old-timers like Reba McEntire and Martina McBride.

Swift steps away from this completely. Not that her voice isn’t pretty enough, but because her primary focus is on her songs, not her voice. Not that her songs aren’t shaped to her vocal strengths —of course they are. But that’s because she wrote them, not because she chose them to fit her voice or show it off. And this is another area where Swift could have a major impact on current country. When she accepted her first award Sunday night and thanked her record company for letting her put out an album consisting entirely of her own songs, she wasn’t just rambling, she was helping to overturn a major country paradigm. Few country performers, and certainly not teenagers straight out of high school, record their own material, even if they’re capable of writing it. Only major stars who have proved themselves in the marketplace get to do that, and even then few do.

But if Swift does represent sweeping change in the country market, no one in the country establishment is resisting it. They’re well aware that the music has been in the doldrums the last few years, just like the rest of the music industry, only worse. Like every other genre, country album sales are down over 30% the last couple of years, and without the benefit, so far, of catching on digitally to compensate. They desperately need someone like Swift, who, besides selling a lot of records, promises a whole new paradigm for the industry and its audience, something that more traditional performers like Carrie Underwood or Lady Antebellum could never do, despite their sales.

So they’ve given Swift every award they could think of, and more so. Who can blame them? Name another performer who could generate a week of debate among a non-country audience over a couple of bum notes?

A (very) minor resurrection

Friday, January 15th, 2010

It’s worth noting, even if it doesn’t exactly call for the ringing of bells and cheering in the streets, that Woody Allen has written something for The New Yorker that’s actually funny. Not fall down funny, or Kugelmass Episode funny, but funny all the same. Everything he’s written over the last few years has felt forced and strained, but this is easy-going, relaxed, and just about perfect. It’s about a murderous cow, and in tone it reminds me of the moose story that was part of his stand-up act in the ’60s. Who knew he still had it in him?

A couple of final kicks

Wednesday, December 16th, 2009

I’m about to take them off my RSS feed and my blog roll, but I did want to get one final kick in at the Maura-less Idolator. Two, actually. The first comes from Sasha Frere-Jones, who nailed the situation perfectly the other day when he said Maura had been replaced with “two iPhone apps that crash every hour.”

The other is in reaction to a post by the apps themselves. In a news piece on Nielsen Soundscan’s ranking of the best selling albums of the year and the decade, they make the usual comment about declining album sales, which they finish with “thanks in no small part to the advent of illegal downloading.” Now, I realize that as an all-pop-all-the-time site, they need to spend some time shilling for the major labels, but does that mean they have to be lap dogs for the RIAA, as well? Did they not notice how heavily most critical best of the decade lists are weighted toward the first few years of the oughts (Pitchfork’s top ten of the decade includes only one album made after 2004)? Albums stopped selling because more albums sucked, dimwits. I’ve long been amazed by the fact that the record industry, and therefore too many people who write about the record industry, refuses to make the connection between musical quality and sales. But that sort of thought is beyond the new management of Idolator—who are, after all, paid not to think.

So, goodbye Idolator. You’ve turned into that old house in the middle of the block that used to have really cool, creative people living in it, but is now full of crackheads. Let’s hope somebody bulldozes the place before the addiction spreads.

History is hard

Thursday, November 26th, 2009

As anyone who cares already knows, today is the day Billboard changes the rules for its album charts and allows releases older than 18 months to appear on the Top 200. Considering the season, it’s no surprise that a large number of those older LPs are Christmas records. There seem to be some problems with the historical numbers, though. Michael Jackson’s Thriller is correctly shown with a peak position of 1. Oddly enough, though, The Beatle’s remasters, all of which also went to number one in their original release, show totally different peak postions. The White Album, for instance, shows a peak position of 152, it’s current position on the chart, despite being number 1 for nine weeks in 1968. The listing for Abbey Road is even more confusing. It was number 1 for 11 weeks, but Billboard shows its peak as 69, a number that makes no sense since its current position is 118 and it wasn’t on the chart last week. The remaster also made top ten on the old Comprehensive chart, so they can’t be referring to that, either. Perhaps not coincidentally, however, 69 does match up with the year of Abbey Road’s original release. It’s enough to make you wonder if they’re still doing these things by hand.

Update (11/30/09): The numbers are correct in the print edition, but are still wrong in both online versions of the chart. Guess nobody proofs the web sites.

Now wait a minute…

Monday, November 23rd, 2009

Anya Marina’s cover of T.I.’s “Whatever You Like”, which I reviewed in my last New this week post, is bad enough, but in Billboard—or at least the Hot 100 chart (both in print and on the Billboard.biz site, but only available by subscription)—she’s also credited with writing it. This will no doubt come as a surprise to the four guys who are credited on the original version, including T.I. himself. Did she think he wouldn’t notice while he was in jail? Or did he give the rights to her as part of his community service? If the latter, he should do a little extra time for contempt of court.

If ZOMBIEBOT says it’s OK…

Monday, November 23rd, 2009

Now that it’s been a couple of weeks I would like to go on record just one more time and say that the Maura-less Idolator, now that the new writers are settling in, is even worse than it was at first. It’s bad enough, as many people point out, that all they now cover is pop, but the mindless attempts at humor and above-it-all cynicism are enough to make anyone gag (or want to apply one).

The comments section, however, has become a real hoot.