Buying music in 2011: Numero resists the cloud

Personal Numero favorite "Local Customs: Downriver revival"

I like music I can hold in my hand.  When Itunes started I bought a few .mp3s, and I have occasionally bought a few digital files of hip hop albums that I can’t find locally.  But I tend not to buy digital if I can help it.

At the heart of it is simple: I don’t really trust digital files!  I want a backup — which is silly in a high-speed capitalist world where the mantra is buy another one.  (I also like the inserts, liner notes, and photos . . .)

I’m not a purist about sound or ownership.  I believe there is a real value in sharing music and ideas.  At the exact same time I also hold the role of artist as holy in our society.  I think that artists should be given living wages, safe working conditions, and credit for their creative contributions.  Not to mention respect and care.

Digital distribution puts many of those things at risk.  The next articulation of digital distribution is cloud computing — where a corporation hosts your files, allowing users to download files to any number of computers.  Both Apple and Amazon have cloud projects.  The Apple version is interesting in that it seems to promise amnesty for previous illegal file sharing.

When Apple came around to the history-obsessed Chicago re-issue masters the Numero Group to invite them to make a contract with the new cloud file-sharing, they refused.  The  Numero pursue unpublished and under-appreciated music, find the real producers, pay them and then reissue some of the hottest lost tunes.

(I probably own twenty Numero record albums.)

Here is Rob Sevier, a Numero dude explaining their decision in the L.A. Times:

Sevier said he is sensitive to customers who want a back-up of the product, and noted those who buy the CD essentially have one. The iCloud will still require data management on the part of the user, as even those who pay $24.99 will have to download the song to their devices or computers. Apple has not yet unveiled any music streaming ambitions.

However, Numero’s statement contended that any income derived from the iCloud “will very likely not be enough.” An earlier Times story reported that the aggreements (sic) “call for Apple to share 70% of any revenue from iCloud’s music service with record labels, as well as 12% with music publishers holding the songwriting rights.”

“We represent a host of copyright holders,” Sevier said. “Some are just small families with only a handful of copyrights, and we’re their only life-line into this world. We have to take a more responsible view.”

via Acclaimed reissue label Numero Group ‘declined’ invite to Apple’s iCloud – latimes.com.

Respect to Numero for drawing the line somewhere.  As a company that tries to play the music creators and their families some actual money, they offer a healthy perspective.

And no diss to cloud users.  I appreciate the convenience.  I’m sure I’ll probably wind up with both a cloud account and a couple of thousand records.

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Dub Mixtape: reasoning with PK

A dude I knew just passed away.  We didn’t know each other all that well.  He was a good guy from all I could tell.

What I do remember about PK was the fun, crass, joking conversations.  A decade ago we disagreed about everything.  I happily advocated for critical inquiry, PK loved the politics debate.  I loved philosophy and chaos, he loved order and logic.  We had a few nice conversations where I left believing I’d made an eloquent point, only to have PK mock me about precisely the argument that I thought had been most persuasive.

Maybe it’s creepy, but I don’t think the conversations are gone.  It got me thinking about the heated discussions I’ve had with people — living and deceased.  The soundtrack to my recent reflection has been dub music — reggae with some open space.  So I put together a mix to be enjoyed by all.

So here is the sonic backdrop — my reasoning with PK.  Enjoy, live life, and have fun.

Link to playlist: Reasoning with PK

 

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Random Axe

If you cheer for hip hop, then you’ll be checking for Random Axe today.

Black Milk, Guilty Simpson and Sean Price.    Damn. . . these three could fix the deficit.

ps. Warning: the video has Sean P jousting and riding a segue.  Images that will never leave my brain.

How about buying the album at amazon for 1.99? 

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Killa Mike and Money Makin’ Jam Boys VISUALs

Ah, the joy of quality editing equipment.   Most independent hip hop folks can afford to make their vision happen via the easily available technology.  When I grew up watching videos, I used to long for more access.  Now we have more access than we can handle.

First up, Killa Mike “Burn.”  Hell yeah for the struggling Georgia emcee.  Mike Bigga is a star, with a nice flow, and a presence.  I think the politics are a little vague, but the beat is hot.

And how about Money Making Jam Boys with a video for “tear it down!”   I’m in.

As a bonus, here is Lil B explaining what it is like to be a city.

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Dance for a chicken: Cajun Mardi Gras

Folkstreams.net offer an intriguing collection of documentary films, mostly centering on rural knowledge, folk traditions, and music.   Reflecting on the 1993 sixteen mm film “Dance for a chicken: Cajun Mardi Gras:”

–> Good articulation of Mardi Gras in rural communities.  I enjoyed the lens on different towns and their radically distinct traditions.

—> Documentary filmmaking includes a certain voice, and it is interesting to observe the frame-makers who constitute the narrative structure of the documentary through the representations they choose.   I think the of the narration and visibility of the film creators increases over time (this footage is at least eighteen years old).  The discussions about blackface, cultural appropriation (the film includes a fragmented scene of rural white-identified Mardi Gras celebrants dressed up as indians driving through a Native American reservation), and gender provide valuable time-contextual artifacts vis-a-vis the film itself.

–> There is a dialogue about Mardi Gras, and this film is an attempt to broaden the image of drunken costumed revelry.  It is quite good on the historic traditions, unpacking the coded imagery, and iconography.

–> I feel bad for the chickens.

–> At the end of the film they discuss the impact of rural Mardi Gras traditions evolving as fewer people engage in actual farming life.  It’s a good place to start thinking about the impact of economic changes on ritual experience.

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Tracy Morgan and ‘taking the dick’

thanks to the advocate for the photo

Oh Tracy Morgan!  A couple of days ago you let loose a homophobic standup routine and then quickly appologized.  I’m interested in the ideas you expressed before the apology.  Here is one ugly nugget worth further discussion:

Tracy then said he didn’t f*cking care if he pissed off some gays, because if they can take a f*cking dick up their ass… they can take a f*cking joke.

via Tracy Morgan’s Homophobic Remarks In Anti-Gay Stand Up Set UPDATE: Morgan Apologizes.

Six thoughts come to mind about this expression:

1.  This is a common idea. I’ve heard this joke performed by two other comedians.  Katt Williams delivers a sweaty version.  Similarly, I seem to remember Andrew “Dice” Clay looking arrogantly at the audience before exclaiming something similar.  (Forgive my memory, it’s been at least a decade since I watched ‘the dice’).   It’s commonality of usage might suggest it is worth examination.

2.  It is a backhanded insult.  While one might argue that the intent was to suggest that gay men are strong and resilient, the justification (reasoning) for this is because men can withstand being penetrated by a penis.  It is valuable to be familiar with this kind of foolishness, a lot of racist, sexist crap comes out in so-called compliments.

3.  At the core is the idea that the penis, used for sex, is a tool of punishment.  Particularly, it is suffering to be penetrated.  Consider the difference between “giving dick” and ‘taking dick.”   It seems like the person-who-penetrates/person-who-is-penetrated split is central to the idea of disempowerment in this act.   I’ve heard folks use this kind of language around tax time: “The IRS f*cked me in the ass!”  Sporting events and political races get similar conversational violence.

4.  It is not just penetration, but penetration of men which is implied to be particularly demeaning.  It is explicitly gay male sex referenced in Tracy Morgan’s joke.  This speaks to male paranoia and gender policing — the investment, surveillance and communications that remind men to act like other men (or the fictional uber-man).  Central to the terrible homophobia of ‘taking the dick’ is the idea of men as penetrators and others (women, children, and other men) as penetrated.   Jokes like these help to constitute the intellectual fabric in which we have to exist.

5.   One potentially valuable reading  is to shatter the central dichotomies about maleness presented in the joke.  If we can name the essentialist assumption ‘penis+penetration=punishment’ then we can start to talk about how those ideas impact our daily lives.  Including shifting the discussion from male/male penetration to speak more broadly to include heterosexual penetration.

Quite a few thoughtful people have pointed out that heterosexual humping-with-penis often hurts.  Like painful.  Acknowledging that this is a bit of a jump,  I do think it is valuable to lay these two ideas next to each other.  For one thing it might be valuable to remind heterosexual folks that the representation of disempowerment tied to gay sex might be also be associated with the sexism in heterosexual sex roles. ♣

Don’t get it twisted.  I’m not into guilt about sex.  I’m into reducing guilt through reflection and discussion.  There is a healthy feminist lesson in the flash of the reaction to Tracy Morgan’s homophobia.  It might be to challenge the prevailing discourse which makes Morgan’s joke ‘funny.’  IN order to do that we need to follow though the logic.

6.  Sex doesn’t have to hurt.

Check out the Crunk Feminist collective on the likely unpleasantness of sex under patriarchy. The article itself is titled “A message to Women Who Frequently Have Horrible, Rushed Sex,” perhaps these ideas can give insight into the rest of our discussion.

Here’s a bold truth: I don’t enjoy penetration of any kind unless I’m wet enough to drown a dolphin. And this truth wouldn’t be a problem if sex weren’t always about penetration. One sex therapist put it best when she said, “If most women don’t have orgasms during ‘sex,’ but do have orgasms, perhaps we need to redefine sex.”

via It Gets Wetter: A Message to Women Who Frequently Have Horrible, Rushed Sex (NSFW) « The Crunk Feminist Collective.

The article  is a passionate advocacy for wet, woman-centered sex.  Stupid people will argue that feminists hate sex, and that we are prudes or whatever.  Crap.  The feminist alternative to Tracy Morgan’s notion of the dick as punishment can only really be found with the help of some feminist insight.  I honestly don’t think that most guys want to hurt the people that they have sex with.  But changing this representation might mean men reflecting about men’s expectations of sex.

Now the Crunk feminist collective have a much less essentialist view of men and their dicks.  It isn’t just about what you have, but how you act with that dick.

Since then, sex for me has been a series of negotiations. I know there will usually be a moment when a male partner is ready for penetration and often, that is before I’m ready/ comfortable/ wet / aroused enough. If sex were not a personal expression of political power, these moments would be no more than awkward. It would be like leaning in for a hug first only to find that the other person was disinterested. The problem is that men in a patriarchy are socialized to “lean in” first– always. And those who are not conscious enough to interrogate this socialization begin to believe that leaning in is their right, their privilege. So awkward moments can become coercion, assault, or rape. Or just horrible sex. But you know that already.

What you may not know is that with time, the right partner, patience and negotiation, it gets wetter. Believe you me.

via It Gets Wetter: A Message to Women Who Frequently Have Horrible, Rushed Sex (NSFW) « The Crunk Feminist Collective.

Unlike Tracy Morgan, whose words lock in a toxic idea of male sexuality, the Crunk Feminist Collective invites ALL people to think about patience and negotiation during sex.  Here is to communication, ethical eros and pleasure!

Tracy Morgan has apologized, but I think that the brief moment of logic exposed in his words can help us to better understand how ideas gender our lives.  I refute the idea that the apology signifies a closure (‘aw leave him alone, he apologized!’) rather it is a reminder that the power expressed is visible and the meaning of words can be contested.   The apology/justification are almost always the best place to begin the inquiry.

REFLECTION ON PRACTICE:

What a silly post!  To respond to a stand-up comedian with a lengthy series of numbered arguments seems ridiculous.  In my defense I tend to have to think through moments of hateful language — to unpack the ideas present in what they actually said and how I make sense of it.   Often these expose some of the vulnerable ideas upon which they rest, hopefully giving me a chance when the ideas come up in conversation.

 

♣ A brief comment on S&M.  This text is not intended to slight those who experience sexual fulfillment by making sex and gender roles more visible.  Safe and consensual are the only two standards I believe in for sex.

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Eureka in the NYT

It might be trivial, but I still start when I run across writing about my town.  This morning’s NYT magazine has a travelogue by Jonathan Rabin about driving his daughter down the left coast on the way to drop her off at University.   It is a sad tale, but it does include a wry little mention of Eureka.

I turned off for Eureka, whose old downtown was repaved and gussied up for the tourist trade with the usual assortment of boutiques and gift shops. We passed a few exuberantly Californian, 19th-century houses, built in witchy Victorian gothic to exhibit what grotesque marvels could be perpetrated on redwood with lathe and chisel. We found a room, with old furniture and thin curtains, in a mildly down-at-heel hotel that dated to 1888 and had an “Irish pub” on its ground floor, where I sat at the bar while Julia left with her camera to hike around the town.

via The Last Father-Daughter Road Trip – NYTimes.com.

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Kids and their feminist moms

Cool interview with both Erica Jong (Fear of flying) and her daughter Molly Jong-Fast.  It is obvious that they are close, although they scrap in the interview!  Both are authors and they have an exchange in this interview that highlights the differences between the language of generations.  Check out the embarrassment about the lack of thought over word choice.

Here is Erica Jong describing what she thinks is the biggest challenge to feminism today. And her daughter’s retort.

EJ: Waking up the women who don’t realize the risk they’re in. Getting the conversation going again. It’s hard to get the conversation going again, because people think they have it all. And meanwhile all these states are going to outlaw not just abortion, but birth control, which is what they were always about. If you read successive UN reports on the status of women, there is one thing that leads to prosperity in poor countries, and it’s controlling fertility. Once women can control the number of children they have, everybody’s life gets better – economically, and healthwise, and in every other way. It’s been proven. So to see our country going backward in this way is ridiculous. There are probably many unconscious factors, like the fear of being outnumbered by brown and black people.

MJF: You can’t say it like that. It sounds inherently racist when you say it like that. “Fear of being outnumbered by” – it’s not a race war! First of all, you can’t say it like that. To say someone’s “brown” or “black,” you can’t say that. Every liberal bone in my body cringes. And the reality is that it’s not; America’s going to be more Hispanic, but it’s not going to be more “brown.” I don’t know what “brown” is. Is that tanned people? You can’t, I mean, what planet do you live on, “brown?” Mulatto? Did you mean Mulatto? Quinteroon? You can’t say that.

via The Feministing Five: Erica Jong and Molly Jong-Fast.

For the record, I don’t think that Erica Jong said anything all that unsettling.  But I appreciate the willingness of her daughter to challenge the simplistic language.   It is a loving call-out — one which asks her mom to reflect on the simple story of race.  I suspect that Erica Jong’s last sentence is spoken in the-voice-of-other-people.  Good artifact and good luck on the next linguistic clash!  Thank you feministing for the interview.

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Twisty on IMF rapist

I have been thinking about the accused rapist/IMF head Dominique Strauss-Kahn.  In the end my thoughts seem to circle around power, entitlement and violence.

Power.  This case is important because of the relationship between power and the expectation of silence about sexual assault.  Entitlement.   Because of the insulting sense that this rape is some how different — that the identity and status of the perpetrator and survivor might be twisted to justify the attack.  Violence.   The systemic violence of rape-supportive culture and the terrible media which envelop us.

. . . and I start to get angry.

Well in these moments of lack of personal eloquence, one can often turn to that gentleman farmer and/or spinster aunt, intellectual heavyweight Twisty Faster for clarity.   First Twisty reminds us of the linguistic impact of the term “maid.”

The woman Strauss-Kahn attacked is being referred to as a “maid” or “chambermaid.”

Maid is a creepy-ass word. No matter what, a maid is not a good thing to be. In days of yore the term was used to denote a mythical female who had so far escaped — but would soon be forced into — getting pronged by some entitled prick. Denoting females thusly was of vital importance back in yore; owing to a lot of macho-religious nonsense that equated women with sex, as-yet-unpronged ladies were worth more than pronged ones. Intact virtue could make or break your career.

Nowadays maid still refers most commonly to a member of the sex class, but with less emphasis on purity, and more emphasis on the flipside of the misogyny nickel — suitability for interaction with other people’s filth. It means “low-status servant who cleans up after high-status assholes.”

via Hugs, Twisty: rapist is asshole « I Blame The Patriarchy.

And of course Twisty covers the secondary usage of the survivor — as a tool to bring the IMF head down. Don’t forget Twisty’s view of the Strauss-Kahn apologists, and the silencing of sexual assaults which get some crisp analysis in two awesome paragraphs.

Anyway, in the narrative of IMF rapist Dominique Strauss-Kahn, the victim’s status as a sub-human hotel cleaner is an important detail. Apparently this Strauss-Kahn shitsack is a celebrated rapscallion, rake, and ladies’ man. Boys will be boys! His nickname in the classy world of international finance is reportedly “the great seducer.” So it makes titillating how-the-mighty-have-fallen news copy to depict him, not as a suave Casanova jetsetting around with supermodel heiresses, but as a privileged fiend predating a powerless, lower-caste menial. In a world where it’s generally considered OK to use women according to their universally-acknowledged purpose (sex), it is sometimes permissible to use them, as long as patriarchal prurience is served, for other stuff, such as, in this case, leverage in toppling a poobah. As for the actual woman herself, nobody gives a rat’s ass about her. She is merely a symbol of a towering potentate’s descent into ignominy, frothily recounted by patriarchal media. Like the virginal maids of yore, hotel maids are also receptacles for male disdain.

Anyone who goes around calling himself “the great seducer” is undoubtedly a serial rapist, so naturally other women are beginning to turn up with accounts of Strauss-Kahn’s abuses. One of them, a young journalist who had previously publicly recounted her assault (with Strauss-Kahn’s name redacted), now describes his behavior during her attempted rape as that of a “rutting chimp.” Not surprisingly, the woman didn’t press charges at the time. She didn’t want her career to be permanently stained with “she’s the girl who accused Strauss-Kahn of rape.” Which is exactly how rapists get away with it: fear, humiliation, and shame are superb silencers.

via Hugs, Twisty: rapist is asshole « I Blame The Patriarchy.

Spend some time going through I blame the patriarchy for more wisdom!

 

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Hovafest bracket

Yeah.  When it’s time to nerd out on rap music, why not go all the way?  Rembert Brown organized all the Jay-Z tunes based on youtube views.  Then he judges each soundclash.  Check him out in the second round contrasting two songs from the Black album.

Dirt Off Your Shoulder (3) vs. Public Service Announcement (Interlude) (11): You hate to see the intra-album battle. While both are good, there is a glaring difference between the two songs. I think a number of people could have rapped over that insane Timbo beat and had a hit with Dirt Off Your Shoulder. Ludacris, easily. Lupe maybe. Joe Budden, why not? NO ONE ON EARTH/MARS/PANDORA could pull of P.S.A. other than Jay-Z. You can’t say, “Allow me to reintroduce myself, my name is WAKA.” I promise you can’t. P.S.A. is so Jay-Z, it hurts. Example of how insane the song is, a few weeks back a DJ turned on the beginning of P.S.A., thereby alerting the listener that they have 22 seconds to get in position. With about 7 seconds left before the explosion, 5 people stopped their conversations outside the bar and ran inside, simply to scream HOV at the top of their lungs. I was one of those 5 people. I’m always one of those 5 people.

via Hovafest 2011 | 500 Days Asunder.

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