A fun read but not much learned. I already practice in mostly the same way this guy delineates, by taking one piece and working it until its perfect and setting it into my (tiny) repertoire.
So you should all start listening. 88.5fm in minneapolis, web stream available.
Joe Strummer the Movie has been brought to my attention (hat tip). Coming next month.
I heard the first few bars of this and my heart jumped. Antonin Dvorak; played by Isaac Stern (Violin) + Yo yo Ma (Cello), Art Tatum (Piano), and Chet Atkins (Guitar).
Whisper the truth
Into your children’s ears
Let them know
Let them understand
Let them hearThe song of the blackbird is mighty loud
Through the evening mist
The moon is up and it looks so proud
To be lookin’ down on a night, on a night like thisWilliam Elliott Whitmore - Dry
And love will protect you
To the edge of the wood
And a monster will get you
And love does no goodBonnie 'Prince' Billy - Even if Love
Where’s she been?
“Fantasy is what people want, but reality is what they need,” she said during the concert. “I’ve just retired from the fantasy part.”
There are all kinds of videos of this getting performed floating around the internet, but this one truly deserves the link. Fucking a. (If this is what MTV is becoming, I’m definitely about to start watching it.)
Holes in the ozone the size of Brazil
Barges of trash in the chewable breeze
Pools of industrial wasteland paté
Sulfur dioxide dissolving the trees
Pretty soon it will all end with a boom
Why am I painting the living room?
Best song ever.
I was wondering why I had such a time not just understanding this guy, but having any idea at all what was coming from his mouth. It’s because he sings in 7 different languages.
An older lady walks up, greets us with a smile
asks how we both doin, and sits down
she knows what its like to grow up in the south
civil rights when the whites was holdin us down
I sort of figured to myself that even though her times were tougher
they still took time out to speak to one anotherwell look at us, me and this young brother
actin too proud to play down or speak to each other
so inside I feel the shame not sure howto but I wanna change
and as long as I’m alive then the fact remains
that it’s never too late for us to break the chains
Nobody wants to touch me, man. They’re afraid. They think it would be a car crash. They don’t realize, the car’s already crashed. And there’s been a nuclear explosion. And we’re the last people alive on Earth.
I’m laying out the table for to welcome you back home
I’m calling on the angels for to lighten up your load
I’m calling on the majors to end this general despair
In the graveyard at inchigeela, in black clothing, i’ll be thereTed Leo And The Pharmacists - Tell Balgeary, Balgury Is Dead
In other words, locked into the rocks of Europe is the largest musical instrument ever made: awaiting a million more years of wind and rain and even war to carve that reef into a flute, a buried saxophone, made of fossilized glass, pocketed with caves and indentations, reflecting the black light of uncountable eclipses until the earth gives out.
Rock Pachelbel.
Record labels are to musicians just as land owners in the early 20th century were to sharecroppers.
Once you get signed, if you produce a record under a label, that label will own that record, the rights to that record, and everything you did on that record, in perpetuity. Forever. All thanks to record label lobbyists and our sleazy government copyright laws.
Stealing our copyright reversions in the dead of night while no one was looking, and with no hearings held, is piracy.
The 273,000 working musicians in the US make $30,000 on average. The music industry makes $40 billion a year.
+10 to Courtney Love, not only is she right on, but she closed on a quote from Snow Crash.
To this day, people come up to the record table and think that they have the right to say stuff to me like, “I’ll take this one but this one—that’s a trainwreck, you know it’s a trainwreck, right?” I’m just like, “Get away from my merch table!” Ted Leo
Starting this march, on XM Satellite.
New York comedian loses bet and is forced to walk around the city blasting the ten ‘worst songs ever’ on a honking boombox.
Even the 12 year old girls gave him mean looks.
52 most hyped songs on audioblogs. Streamable. Definitely worth visiting.
Last.fm bumped me to subscriber for the rest of the month, and man is this place cool. I really like that you can see who’s taken a look at your profile, and they will generate you an image of your weekly tracks:
Heiruspecs are a pretty sweet band out of MN, give them a listen.
Nice recording, the Hold Steady are quick getting to be one of my favorites.
Indie rock tribute to the Beatles Rubber Soul. Looks amazing. Stream of Ted Leo covering Looking Through You.
This song rocks, I can’t get over it.
Audioscrobbler relaunched, and it’s sure snappier looking now. I don’t know about features, but the ambiguity between audioscrobbler and last.fm is more confusing then ever now. Still a cool place.
Browse your album’s cover art in a gorgeous Aqua window. It just feels good to do this.
What a good station. I was surfing around and came to their site, and choked the minute I saw that I had missed this arrangement of songs – it just looks so perfect, like lots of their programming.
Songs recently played:
The Decemberists – The Sporting Life
Paul Westerberg – Lookin’ Up In Heaven
Low – Stars Gone Out
Sage Francis – Slow Down Ghandi
The current is like KEXP but from minneapolis, and on my radio. Points off for not having a radio stream that works with iTunes, but it works with mplayer or vlc.
Boy, can I not wait.
At last, they’ve rediscovered what made them great
I was dreaming about a nice set of canal phones on a nice loud dc-9 flight the other day – I want some. But they cost so much!
Another article on savant abilities, this time about a kid with musical and logistical talents:
When Matt was 6, he confided to his mother, “My mind is made of math problems.” Diane started buying him math workbooks for kids twice his age. He zipped through them so quickly, she learned to hide a few in a drawer so he’d have something to work on the following day.
Then one night, Diane and Larry heard a melody coming from downstairs. It was their son, playing “London Bridge” on a toy keyboard. Diane brought Matt into the family room and introduced him to the middle C on the piano. Within a day, he was devouring music books as hungrily as he had math books.
As we finish lunch, Matt asks me in his distinctively high-pitched voice, “Did you know that numbers can be friendly and amicable?” He means friendly and amicable in the math-geek sense – numbers that can be factored into one another – but I also felt he was using those words in their ordinary sense. Matt is intimate with numbers. They come to him in dreams and inspire him to write songs. One of his tunes on the album Groovin’ on Mount Everest is called “Forty-Seven” – a number he feels is “lonely” because when he asks people to think up a random number, no one ever chooses it.
The brains of typical children grow in response to lessons learned from the environment – that was one of the significant upgrades in the evolution of Homo sapiens. As new stimuli are absorbed, the neurons in the cortex adapt gradually, and synaptic connections are forged or eliminated. Our brains are cast in the image of our experience.
The overgrowth of the brain tissue of autistic kids, however, is random and automatic, a reaction to an unknown stimulus – perhaps testosterone or some toxic agent in the environment. The result, says Courchesne, is an onslaught of neural noise that makes the infant lose the ability to make sense of its world.
Hermelin and her colleagues found that savants also use rule-based strategies for calendar calculating. For a long time, the assumption was that they memorized tens of thousands of day-date pairings during months of obsessive practice. But as in music, the researchers discovered that when figuring dates in the distant past or future, savants supplement their prodigious memories with algorithms they derive from the cycles of the calendar.
This oddly adhesive memory is what binds together every domain of savant skill. In the brains of savants, Treffert believes, associative memory systems located in the higher regions of the cortex fail, and older parts of the brain – the ancient pathways in the basal ganglia known as habit memory – take over.
Habit memory is Pavlovian, an archive of involuntary stimulus/response loops – the memory that never forgets how to ride a bike. To reproduce a Bach sonata with slavish accuracy requires an inner tape recorder and a book of rules. But to play Bach with fire and originality requires Proustian memory, with its nuanced webs of association and metaphor. This higher-order memory, like a living text, is constantly under revision. It’s not just that savants remember everything, says Treffert, it’s that they are unable to forget anything, like the protagonist in Jorge Luis Borges’ short story, “Funes the Memorious.”
The drawing abilities of most savant artists, for example, burst forth with no preparation, no training, and no practice – as if their skills were already there, fully fledged, needing only access to a pencil or a brush.
Children who seem to come into the world with profound artistic gifts have been objects of fascination for centuries, but recent discoveries suggest we may all carry a savant inside us waiting to be born.
Miller formulated a provocative hypothesis to explain the fact that as some FTD patients get worse, they also get better. He posited that the dementia does not create artistic powers in these patients, it uncovers them. The disorder switches off inhibitory signals from the left temporal lobes, enabling suppressed talents in the right hemisphere to flourish. (emphasis mine)
“It looks as though there’s a critical period when every infant has the opportunity to learn absolute pitch, if they grow up in a culture where pitch is associated with meaning,” Deutsch explains. By starting music training early, every child might be able to preserve this inborn ability.
“Our knowledge and expertise blind us,” Snyder told me last spring. “If we could switch off our conceptual mind, we could have a momentary literal viewing of the world.”
Along the same lines – savant art
books to read: “The Man Who Mistook His Wife for a Hat”, “Extraordinary People: Understanding Savant Syndrome”, (Oliver Sacks).
Ever want to read musicblogs? There’s about 800 of em here, take your pick.