Classic rock necrophilia

These guys are pretty much forgotten, no? This song was written by Michael Kamen for the hippie rock western Zacharia, which I liked a lot at the time, and touches on our necrophilia and halloween themes.

Their biggest song was a cover of Johann Sebastian Bach’s Brandenburg Concerto.

What Did Hillary Clinton Know About Fugazi and When?

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Not sure if these indicate autocorrect or brain freeze, but funny.

Unrelated, here’s a trailer for a movie about City Gardens, a club in Trenton, that I knew nothing about until today.

 

The Future Shape of Musical Remnants

Here are some thoughts about streaming and recorded music from recent reading. In some sense, this is a dump of links for future reference, but I hope I connect some dots, too.

Ben Sisario told the story, in yesterday’s New York Times, of a songwriter name Perrin Lamb, whose independently released song ended up in a popular playlist on Spotify and earned him $40,000.

Which reminded me of Rosanne Cash’s comment that 600,000 Spotify streams earned her $104. She called streaming “dressed up piracy,” but I think she misses what’s happening here. The streaming services are often owned, at least in part, by the big three labels, and the labels collect money and distribute it to their artists (while taking their own cut, just as they did off records). As the artist in Sisario’s story shows, if you don’t have a label more money passes through to you.

One problem with the idea that streaming services are ripping off artists is that the streaming services are all losing money. Pandora announced huge losses this past quarter, plus ended settling with music publishers for three times the cost it want to pay for the rights to stream music written before 1972. Pandora has tens of millions of customers. If it’s still losing huge numbers and it’s costs are going up, how is it going to survive? Spotify is in a similar position, losing lots of dough despite being the leader in subscribers.

Making money on recorded music, this guy Philip Kaplan argues, was a historical accident. Records were meant to be a spur to get people to buy record players, but the software companies that eventually emerged figured out ways to make more money selling copies of music than the machines to play it on. Streaming services, Kaplan argues, are simply restoring market efficiency to a process that was exploited by the labels.

A guy who has a blog called Startups and Shit, pointed me to a NY Times article from 2007 about how cultural hits, like hit songs, happen. According to the experiment Duncan Watts writes about, predicting hits is so hard because there is no single line of taste that hits have to cross. Not quality, not simpleness, not nothing. In fact, hits erupt out of apparent quality blips, in which a small network likes something which somewhat randomly spreads to other related networks simultaneously. When enough networks light up, there it is, a hit!

These network explosions amplify the perceived quality of the hits, though objective analysis among any of the individuals in the network would show a small advantage in quality. Watts calls this a “rich get richer effect.” Watts writes:

This, obviously, presents challenges for producers and publishers — but it also has a more general significance for our understanding of how cultural markets work. Even if you think most people are tasteless or ignorant, it’s natural to believe that successful songs, movies, books and artists are somehow “better,” at least in the democratic sense of a competitive market, than their unsuccessful counterparts, that Norah Jones and Madonna deserve to be as successful as they are if only because “that’s what the market wanted.” What our results suggest, however, is that because what people like depends on what they think other people like, what the market “wants” at any point in time can depend very sensitively on its own history: there is no sense in which it simply “reveals” what people wanted all along. In such a world, in fact, the question “Why did X succeed?” may not have any better answer than the one given by the publisher of Lynne Truss’s surprise best seller, “Eats, Shoots & Leaves,” who, when asked to explain its success, replied that “it sold well because lots of people bought it.”

The Startups and Shit piece links the hitmaking effect of networks with the network the major labels control most tightly, namely radio.

His suggestion for the streaming services is to sign their own artists and try to break them on their own radio services, much the way Perrin Lamb, who surprisingly earned $40,000 for a song from an album that wasn’t even on Spotify when it broke on Spotify.

In this way, Spotify and other services, could break the discovery grip of the labels on radio, and arrange to get more money to artists at a lower cost. Win win.

Well, not for the labels.

This leads us back to Philip Kaplan, whose piece ends with a link to a band called Extinction Level Event’s lead guitarless metal viral hit, Entropy, and to his own band’s self produced and promoted metal band, Butchers of the Frontier. Rockers, he says, from recording, promoting, selling tickets and merchandise, are doing it for themselves, as they should be.

Albert Hammond Jr., “Losing Touch”

I heard this on the radio this morning while parking the car. Hammond Jr. was the guitarist in the Strokes, and he also plays keyboards and writes songs.

The video for this song is opaque and diminishes the tune, I think, so ignore it, but as a commenter on YouTube says, this is like the Strokes with a different vocalist. That’s something to like. As is the chorus, which is big and bountiful.

This version is way better.

Otis Redding Box Set For Christmas.

This is what you should buy everyone on your list.

Soul Manifesto 1964-1970 (12CD)

Included in this massive set is one of my favorites, King & Queen, with Carla Thomas. Redding and Thomas was an arranged match, the notion of producer Jim Stewart to pair Otis’s country grit with Thomas’s schooled chops, working off the Marvin Gaye/Tammi Terrell template. That may be the charm, but what I hear on these recordings is lots of air in the arrangements, sharp tough playing (dig the crazy drums on Lovey Dovey) and singers who love singing. Thank you very much.

More Come, Brand New Vein

This is rock that doesn’t really roll. But it sounds.

My question. This may not top charts, but how can you discount this one?

“New Rock” From CMJ and 1992

The Times art section is full of reviews of bands that played the CMJ music thing a ma bob over the weekend. Throwback lo-fi feedbacky rock with slurred vocals seems to be as much a rage now as it was in 1992

I listened to a song or two by Diet Cig, Destruction Unit, and Weave, without finding anything to talk about.

This tune, by a Toronto band called Dilly Dally, sounds a lot like one of my fave 1992 bands, Come. Twenty three years ago, the plodding rhythm section and the careening guitars, merge with slurred and blurted vocals, to rise up and sound just fine. Nothing exciting here, but this works.

But then, so did Come. And they win.

The Spinners, Mighty Love

Screenshot 2015-10-08 20.36.53Reminded of this Philly band today when the Rock ‘n’ Roll HoF nominations were announced. I don’t care about the Hall, but a lot of the music Thom Bell produced in the City of Brotherly Love in the mid-70s is very fine.

Breaking News! Lord Rockingham Ghostwrote Hillary Clinton’s “Hard Choices”

This isn’t really breaking news. This link leads to a story from June 2014, but it’s new to me.

Yes, it seems that the Upper Crust’s Lord Rockingham, an Upper Crust member in 1995 through 1997, wrote Hard Choices, Hillary Rodham Clinton’s inside look at the choices and challenges she has made and faced.

But not Bernie Sanders.

The linked story has some clips, but let’s add one more. h/t to Cindy Brolsma.

As if that’s not enough, there is a surprise Upper Crust documentary, that features plenty of Ted Widmer, aka Lord Rockingham.

I’ve just started it, but, um, it is called Let Them Eat Rock!

 

Happy Birthday Bruce.

When I was in high school, maybe junior year, a new kid named Robert Ellis moved to town from Cherry Hill New Jersey. I guess we shared a class and became friendly, and one day he came over my house and we spent hours arguing whether Springsteen or the New York Dolls were better. It accrues good will to us that we weren’t arguing between Foghat and REO Speedwagon, these are two of the greatest rock artists of all time in their infancy, but I still remember him saying that the Dolls didn’t even play their own instruments, as if they were the Monkees or something. I loved the Monkees.

Robert was right, the Boss was boss, and I in fact had no problem with Greetings from Asbury Park or the Wild, the Innocent and the E Street Shuffle, except they weren’t the Dolls.

Today, or maybe yesterday, is the Boss’s birthday, and there is a post on Gothamist ranking all of his records. I’m so over that, I didn’t even open it, but it did make me think about the songs that speak to me. Top of the list is Rosalita, which should probably be everybody’s favorite song and lets be done with it. Then these two came to mind:

This is a really early version I’d never seen before!

Totally frightening, never old.