Tuesday, March 30, 2010

Culture Eats Itself

Leslie and I work mostly on different schedules. There are many days when the only time we are together is spent watching evening television. Our viewing options are limited because we don't subscribe to cable and, of course, because so much television programming is awful crap. She always has a few favorites which I eventually learn to like.  And I enjoy the Fox animation shows.

A couple months ago we saw two cop shows, just a few days apart, with identical plots. One was NCIS (which has an interesting ensemble cast) and the other was Castle (you never heard of it and it hasn't been canceled yet.)

Here's the plot: two separate crimes are being investigated.  The prime suspects with motive have alibis while evidence points to other suspects with no connection to the victims.  Eventually someone figures out that these apparently unrelated suspects secretly know one another because they commute every morning on the same train.


Both shows had a scene when they begin to figure it out.  "It's just like that old Hitchcock movie where two strangers meet on a train and agree to commit each other's murder.  What's it called?"  "Strangers on a Train?"

Alfred Hitchcock's 1951 movie Strangers on a Train.  The title itself tells quite a bit about the plot right upfront and, unlike the television shows, the movie goes on to explore the psychology and relationship of the conspirators - well beyond their merely getting caught.

What NCIS and Castle have done is crib a plot idea idea from a 60-year old film as a way to tie two unrelated shooting schedules into one supposedly coherent hour-long show. 

At the end the bad guys go to jail because advertisers have paid the television networks to hire production companies to create the minimum amount of entertainment necessary to make you and me feel good enough to watch their commercials and consider buying their products.  The writers earned their paychecks by stealing a little bit of cultural history. Capitalism has been served.

But why did they need to mention Hitchcock?  The shows would be just as good (or bad) if they'd omitted the reference.

Or would they?


Does raiding the common cultural legacy change the legacy itself?  Do quotes from earlier creations change our relationship to those very artworks? I think that when a two-bit police procedural cribs from a great film of the twentieth century, it is the film which take the hit.  No one has done Hitchcock any favors.  Some of his film's status has been taken away.  It becomes fertilizer for the more modern media.

One particular television show has become famous for cribbing from popular culture.  It stands head and shoulders above all the others in making references to movies, music, politics, religion, other television shows, even entire countries.  It's a huge success and I love it.  The Simpsons.

Here's a fascinating website that details some of The Simpson's many movie references.   (It's in Spanish.) After porn, more space on the Internet is devoted to explaining pop cultural references in The Simpsons than any other subject.  Or so it seems.  Try this search.



Sometimes I wonder "Are there any original ideas anywhere in The Simpsons?"  Maybe everything in every episode is just stuff from other places and I don't get all of it.  If I don't know what's going on I generally assume they're honoring some campy horror film or some unlistenable pop group - or both.

I figure there must be at least one person somewhere who knows what they're spoofing.  Could anyone get every reference?  And if someone did, would that person be able to hold a normal conversation?

Suppose The Simpsons wanted to do a parody of a movie which you had never seen or even heard of (like, in my case, this one).   If you learned about this after watching the animated episode would you want to go watch the original?  For me the answer is "Absolutely not".  I think that's a pretty common response.   After viewing an out-of-context comedy version, experiencing the original, in-context serious version would be kind of a downer where you giggle in inappropriate places.

I'm guessing that the references are not put there by the producers for people who have no clue.  The references are for the people who immediately get it.  These people, including myself sometimes, are rewarded with a little positive emotional response.  "I'm so smart." we think. "I feel good because I'm in on the joke." And because we feel good we're more likely to watch the commercials and consider buying the products.  Capitalism is served again.


In this funny 20th anniversary retrospective of the Simpsons Matt Groening talked about his original intentions for the show:
So my goal from the very beginning was to invade pop culture.  That was my goal as an underground cartoonist, [to] see how far I could carry this.
He carried it pretty damn far.  Matt Groening has done more than invade.  The Simpsons has conquered pop culture.  If only the US invasion of Iraq could have been half as successful.  Many of their little borrowings will, in the future, become better known by more people via the Simpsons than directly through the original esoteric thing, whatever it was.

It may be the show's central facet but the device of pop culture reference is by no means unique to The Simpsons.  The idea of using other peoples earlier work - in smaller or greater chunks, largely recognizable but altered to a new context, often without attribution - is all around us these days.  It started with hip-hop music.  It has been made ubiquitous by the rise of cheap technology, over enthusiastic fans and a voracious media where a hundred cable channels seem puny in comparison to the entire Internet.    

The result?  We, as a culture, have found a new dominant paradigm for our time.  It the dawning of the Age of Cultural Peculation.  (What's Peculation?  Another definition.)

Our entertainment industry rips off small bits of existing cultural flesh and consumes it without chewing too well.  It then creates newer, more generic, less unique, less satisfying cultural product to use as it sees fit.  It feeds us this stew, hoping a few chunks of old, good stuff will blind us to the thin, watery broth which is the principal ingredient.

If they can keep us happy consuming this crap, Capitalism will be served. But the more they do it the more our Culture will suffer irreparable harm. The more we let them do it, the more we deserve no better.





Other Mixed Meters Simpsons references:
Placido Domingo: High Culture Meets Pop Culture
The Simpsons and Samuel Barber
The Real Simpsons

Here's a list of other pop culture references to Strangers on a Train.

Nathan Fillion, star of Castle, also starred in the wonderful, short-lived science fiction show Firefly.

Here's the source of the Van Gogh portrait of Goundskeeper Willie.  The other pictures were found here and there on Flickr.  Generate your own Simpsons title screen here.

Here's a recent NY Times article, Texts Without Context, by Michiko Kakutani which deals with some of these issues on a much higher and more literary intellectual level. Here's the last sentence:
we face a situation in which culture is effectively eating its own seed stock.
Here are some words I managed to avoid using anywhere in this post.  (You're welcome.)
remix
sampling
meme
copyright
Plagiarism

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Wednesday, March 24, 2010

Wolfgang Wagner (1919-2010)

To mark the death of Wolfgang Wagner,  grandson of Richard Wagner, here are two pictures and a quote from Twilight of the Wagners, by Gottfried Wagner, son of Wolfgang.


Picture 1: Wolfgang at age 20.


Picture 2: Wolfgang and his brother Wieland flank the man they called "Uncle Wolf".

And this remembrance of Wolfgang Wagner by his son Gottfried - from page 41 of Twilight of the Wagners:
And Hitler, again and again!  After the National Socialist' seizure of power a "Fuhrer annex" had been specially built onto the Siegfried Wagner House, and inside the annex was built the "Fuhrer fireplace."  After a performance of Gotterdammerung in the Festspielhaus, my uncle and Father accepted Hitler's invitation to a lengthy nighttime discussion at the "Fuhrer fireplace" on the future of German art in the spirit of Richard Wagner, as an expression of the renewal of the world through National Socialism.  I had some difficulty in understanding my father's torrent of words, but didn't interrupt for fear of provoking him to break off, and he continued his story.  "We were sitting around the fireplace, and Hitler sketched out for us his cultural visions of the future. 'Once we have rid the world of the Bolshevik-Jewish conspirators, then you, Wieland, will run the theater of the West and you, Wolfgang, the theater of the East.' "

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Wednesday, March 17, 2010

30 Second Spots - Flashing (for Kraig Grady)

According to my archive this is Mixed Meters' 500th post.  See the previous 500th post here.

The point and shoot in my pocket takes pretty good video except when there isn't enough light. And it accepts no human help when attempting to focus. Sometimes it can't focus at all.  This video uses both of these shortcomings to their best advantage.  Watch in high definition for maximum graininess.

The clip was filmed in the dead of night on a lonely American street corner.  Our heroes are rushing to the aid of someone who is having a very, very bad day.  Or bad night, actually.  We never find out what is causing the problem or if help arrives in time.  Unlike so many awful television dramas there is no neat wrapping up of the plot at the end.  How like life.

The music takes one hard meaningless turn in the middle.  And then it ends abruptly when you least expect it, in a flash.

Flashing (for Kraig Grady) - (c) 2010 David Ocker 95 Seconds


At the end of last year I received an email from my friend Kraig Grady, a composer of mysterious microtonalities who has recently taken up residence in Australia.  Kraig and I both misspent parts of our youth in a group called the Independent Composers Association.

He sent me a one-minute piece which he wrote for some online composer "thing" called 60x60 (sixty composers each write a one minute piece.)

Kraig titled his piece "Ocker" because (he actually said this) it somehow reminded him of me.  I don't see the resemblance - but you, Mixed Meters' Three Readers, can decide for yourselves.  I'm very honored, of course.  Listen to Ocker by Kraig Grady here.

Kraig must know that the word "ocker" has a special meaning in Australian slang.  When I tell my last name to Australians I usually get a wry smile in return.

I must also confess that I never wrote back to Kraig thanking him for the eponymous honor.  Sorry about that, Kraig.  To make up for my lack of social graces I've dedicated this piece to you.  I hope you can forgive my impolite behavior.

Just to be clear, neither the video or the music of Flashing (for Kraig Grady) remind me of Kraig at all. 

(Read about my series of pieces called 30 Second Spots, now improved with video.)

ADDENDUM: Although Kraig may live in Australia physically, online he lives in a place called Anaphoria. You can visit Anaphoria here or here.

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Wednesday, March 10, 2010

30 Second Spots - Water With Ducks

According to Blogger this is Mixed Meters' 500th post. Read my first uncharacteristically short post here.  It's dated September 16, 2005.

The principal reason I started Mixed Meters was to have a place to share the tiny musical compositions I was regularly creating on my laptop during visits to Starbucks. I called these things "30 Second Spots" in spite of the fact that they are never exactly thirty seconds long.  You can read more about the whimsical rules of 30-second-spot writing here. 

There must be a couple hundred spots so far.  No one is counting.  Some of them are embarrassingly bad.  I tried to combine the better ones into a surrealistic CD album.  What I discovered is that longer pieces were essential to balance a torrent of short pieces.  Now, 18 months later, I find the album mildly embarrassing and way too long.


Lately I haven't posted much music on Mixed Meters because I haven't been able to prioritize composing time.  I do have one 5 minute piece ready to post.  It was to have been my holiday offering ... for last Christmas.  Wait for it.

On Monday night I decided to make time for composing.  I ignored several unfinished pieces and created a new 30 Second Spot instead.  This spot has video.

I shot the clip last month at the Los Angeles County Arboretum.  There are birds in it.  Many of the videos to which I've composed music have birds in them.  What's that about?

Here's a landscape picture taken at the Arboretum that same day.  Click to enlarge.


 
The music begins with a small melodic fragment.  This was sung to me by some wind chimes as I took my daily walk on Monday.  I worked it around in my head as I walked and it transformed into an infamous melody from the Dark Musical Ages.  Opera queens and music theory nerds will recognize it immediately.  Leslie, when she listened, had no clue that anything was quoted.  However, she did accuse me of sexism in the treatment of the female duck.  Everyone's a critic.  Please leave your comment in the space provided.

I suggest you watch in High Definition.

Water With Ducks - © 2010 by David Ocker - 77 seconds


Here are links to other videos with my music. Some of them qualify as 30 Second Spots I suppose.

BLOBS

FLAP!

Rain Random

Squawk (This video was also taken at the LA County Arboretum)

Birds Who Don't Know the Words

The Chowder Jump (One video with three different sound tracks. The third is a combination of the first two)

You Can Pet Dinosaurs (This doesn't have any music, but it's the most popular item I've ever posted on the Internet.)


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Sunday, March 07, 2010

In which David dreams of an Oscar Filter

It's hard to miss that tonight is the Oscars. It's the movie industry's own very public popularity contest to crown its newest royalty. Only movie industry insiders get to vote of course. Why should anyone else care who wins a contest like this?

In a retail store do you pay any attention to who was chosen Employee of the Month? When you see a car with a bumper sticker announcing "My child was student of the month at Whatever School" do you honk and wave excitedly?  Nope.  These are insider contests which have nothing to do with you.

You, I'm pretty much certain, are not a member of the Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences. Nor do you know anyone who is. Do you really care what they think? Apparently many people do.  Probably not my three readers, however.

This made-up awards event gets SO much press coverage.  Why should that be?  My theory is that Oscar season is really Payback season for American media. Motion picture advertising must be a large chunk of  newspaper and television income. Running puff pieces designed to stir up interest in this "contest" is a small price to insure the studios keep buying those big double page ads. Hardly anyone else does lately.

Tens of millions of people tune in to watch the Oscars - to root for their favorite teams, er movies. Just like during the Superbowl viewer eyeballs are sold to companies with products to push. A 30 second spot on the Oscar telecast is selling for $1,500,000 this year.  That's  $50K per Second - enough to hire an out-of-work person for a full year. 

All those television ads, all those extra movie tickets sold to the winning pictures, all that income generated - it's money in someones pocket.  It would be futile to suggest that we simply quit doing it because the result is so hopelessly fake.  There'd be nothing left of American culture if the fake stuff got removed from the media.  Sitcoms? Wrestling? Cop shows? Roller Derby? Every other awards show?  Beauty pageants? Political Conventions?  Do we have a great country, or what?



I, however, would prefer not to watch or read about the Oscars.  To that end I have this request: Can Capitalism provide me with an Oscar Filter?  After all, I have a spam filter on my email and an ad blocker on my web browser.  Why can't some clever person invent a circuit that causes interference on my television every time there is report from the red carpet.  This ought to be easy in an era of digital television broadcasts.  I'd be willing to pay.  It would be more difficult to deliver my newspapers with all the Oscar articles clipped out already - or maybe just obliterated by more red ink.  But if newspapers could develop the ability to individualize their news, they might just have a bit more of a future.

End of Rant

(Read my 2008 Oscar Rant: In Which the Ocker Goes To Me)


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Friday, March 05, 2010

Rubes

On the front page of RubeGoldberg.com you can read the definition of the phrase "Rube Goldberg" as defined by Webster's New World Dictionary.  Yes, "Rube Goldberg" has been part of our own English language since 1931.

Farther down the page you can also read that the phrase "Rube Goldberg" is a registered trademark of Rube Goldberg Incorporated and permission to use the trademark must be secured in advance and in writing.

I guess it's now possible for corporations to own parts of the English language.  The Republicans must be so proud.

Anyway, a "Rube Goldberg device" is an invention designed to do a simple task in a complex mechanical fashion.  Read more about Rube at Wikipedia.

By that definition, the amazing contraption in the following music video by the group OK GO is NOT a Rube Goldberg device, since it accomplishes nothing useful.  I suggest watching in high definition.  Keep your eyes on the background.  The video is highly entertaining.  Too bad about the music.


My favorite moment is the rotating guitar which plays a bit of the song on tuned glasses. My other favorite moment is the television and the sledge hammer.  Watch for the pile of TV's from the previous takes.

This Too Shall Pass reminded me of a Honda commercial from a couple years ago. That's not a R.G. device either - it accomplishes nothing useful. The video is more elegant but less fun than the OK GO video. It's not plagued by music - except a bit of drum box near the end - so you can enjoy the clinking and clanking.


I hunted around YouTube for something else Rube Goldbergish that actually accomplished some task. There's a lot out there to check out - and I didn't bother to look too hard. (This is, after all, one of those Mixed Meters posts designed for quickness not depth and I would like to go to bed soon.) But here's one that starts with an alarm clock and ends with curtains being opened.  Those curtains aren't on a bedroom window but they could have been, I guess - and then some useful work would have been accomplished.


Here's another Honda commercial - more in the creepy, threatening Pulp Fiction mode.

Yet again, thanks to John Steinmetz for pointing me to Mixed Meters' better material.

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Wednesday, February 24, 2010

Stravinsky: On the Cover, Computerized and Out to Stud

Stravinsky: On the Cover
Skip to Stravinsky: Computerized
Skip to Stravinsky: Out to Stud


I ran across a Time Magazine cover from July 26, 1948 featuring Igor Stravinsky.

Time Magazine with Igor Stravinsky on the cover

It shows Igor's disembodied head and neck over a piano keyboard with a firebird whose body seems to have holes like a flute.  There's also a bear and a clown.  I wonder if his face increased news stand sales.

You can read the entire Stravinsky cover story at Time Magazine's Archive.  Here are some random quotes:
After the Rite of Spring: If Stravinsky had never put another eighth note on paper, he would still have been a greater innovator than Jean Sibelius, now 82, and Richard Strauss, 84, both of whom barely got into the century musically.
In the years since The Rite, Stravinsky has turned out some 60 works . . . All are as precisely and beautifully made as a fine watch—and, say his critics, most are about as emotional.
A U.S. citizen since 1945, he likes to be known as a "California composer."
He usually eats breakfast on the sunny red-tiled loggia, practically naked ("not just in shorts, but often just wearing a handkerchief or something," says Vera).
Here's another story about near nudity at a composer's home told by Steve Martin.

Apparently Time Magazine hasn't put a composer on its cover for over twenty years.  But at one time composers appeared with some regularity.   Here's the list, as best I could discover from their archives, of Time's cover composers (and a few conductors) plus the year of their non-covert appearance.
  • Fritz Kreisler (1925)
  • George Gershwin (1925)
  • Pietro Mascagni (1926)
  • Richard Strauss (1927)
  • Leopold Stokowski (1930)
  • Joseph Deems Taylor (1931)
  • Noel Coward (1933)
  • George M. Cohan (1933)
  • Irving Berlin (1934)
  • Jean Sibelius (1937)
  • Richard Strauss (1938)
  • Rogers and Hart (1938)
  • Ignace Paderewski (1939)
  • Sergei Prokofiev (1945)
  • Oscar Hammerstein II (1947)
  • Benjamin Britten (1948)
  • Igor Stravinsky (1948)
  • Cole Porter (1949)
  • Gian-Carlo Menotti (1950)
  • David (sic) Brubeck (1954)
  • Leonard Bernstein (1957)
  • Lerner & Loewe (1960)
  • J.S. Bach (1968)
  • Mistislav Rostropovich (1977)
  • Andrew Lloyd Webber (1988)
    Richard Strauss twice?  He really rated, huh?


    Stravinsky: Computerized

    Someone named Jay Bacal has realized Stravinky's The Rite of Spring on a computer.  The project was designed to show off a $12,460 collection of nearly 800,000 sampled sounds called the Vienna Symphonic Library. (Go ahead, buy your own copy of the library here.  Everyone should have one.)

    This took a lot of time to create and it sounds remarkably good - good enough that you can listen to it and think about how Stravinsky's music is being interpreted rather than to the limitations of the computer.   If you crank the volume and listen critically you'll notice giveaways - like moments when the horns in the high register sound just like a pipe organ.  Most people will have no trouble suspending their disbelief.  Orchestra purists and players will feel threatened.  To them I say "Welcome to the club."

    Visit this page at the Vienna website to hear for yourself.  You can stream the piece or choose mp3 or 24-bit wav file formats to download.  Also available are the midi files themselves.

    OR better yet, here's a YouTube video showing the first 8 minutes scrolling by on a computer screen. Three other sections are on YouTube somewhere.


    Via a link from that VSL page, Jay Bacal describes his working method. One paragraph jumped out at me because it coincides exactly with my experiences composing on a computer.
    The final challenge for me in the process was deciding when the project was officially done. Every time I listened to my performance, something seemed too fast or too loud, or too wet or too mechanical. The finish line kept moving into the future. But eventually I just had to force myself to say – it’s done.
    This is absolutely an issue for anyone creating music on a computer.  By "creating music" I don't mean composing music which will be performed later by live musicians.  I do mean a process where the final result is a sound file output from the computer, ready for listening.   No live musicians - or live anything - is involved.

    Every detail of such a file is there in the computer ready to be changed - and I do mean EVERY detail.  After each change, no matter how small, further listening in context is required to determine if that change is really helpful.  The smallest changes have an annoying habit of jumping out of the mix and distracting a listener.  Eons can be wasted obsessing over small things which no one will ever notice.

    There's a big difference between recreating a familiar piece and creating an entirely new one.  Bacal had Stravinsky's score and innumerable recordings of the The Rite for reference.  Even from within the deep dark forest of multi-faceted sound (Is it too fast? Too loud? Too wet? Too salty?) he didn't have to worry about whether the Rite of Spring would sound better if the melodies or harmonies or rhythms were altered (Is it too long?  Too short? Too complex?  Too ugly?).  

    And Bacal certainly didn't have to think about formal structure.  Stravinsky did that already; everyone agrees Rite of Spring is a good piece the way it is.  Not to say someone couldn't remix it - alter the music itself, reshuffle the sections, etc - to produce an even better piece.  Maybe I should take Bacal's midi file and run it through Sibelius' random pitch generator.  Hmmm?  Cool.

    I wonder why so much energy of the marketplace goes into using our vast computer capabilities to reproduce the sound of a symphony orchestra.  Orchestras still exist even if their audiences aren't much interested in new things.  Once composers pay for the entire 800,000 samples plus the equipment to use them and spend months on a short piece of music, are they saving any money over hiring an orchestra to record the music?  If it's just a background score for a TV show or cheap movie, will anyone notice the difference?

    Someday, I hope, virtual orchestras will be geared not so much towards recreating but instead towards fostering new things which can't exist anywhere else.  Wendy Carlos' Switched-On recordings seem technically antiquarian by today's standards but they did actually suggest new ways of thinking about Baroque music.  That's a lot more than Jay Bacal has done for Stravinsky.  Can we please stop asking ourselves if computer generated audio sounds like real performance and instead start figuring out what nifty new stuff this musical instrument can do? 

    Thanks to John Steinmetz for alerting me to this recording. You probably won't have enough time to read an early MM post about listening to The Rite of Spring while driving.  Or this other MM post about the ecstasy of hearing Esa-Pekka Salonen lead the LA Phil in The Rite of Spring in Disney's hall (plus pictures of dinosaurs from Disney's movies).



    Stravinsky: Out To Stud

    This Stravinsky is a horse.  A race horse.  Apparently a very good race horse although he no longer races.  He's found a new line of work - he's a stud.  His owners charge $35,000 for his, um, services.  Read about Stravinsky here


    In articles about Stravinsky I noticed other musical horse names: for example Mozart and Miss Scarlatti.  And, believe it or not, a horse named DoReMiFaSaLaTiDo. Sa?


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    Wednesday, February 17, 2010

    A Windfall of Musicians

    Last August I wrote a little about Dorothy Crawford's very interesting book A Windfall of Musicians, Hitler's Emigres and Exiles in Southern California(Now $27.90 at Amazon.)  I was moved by her description of Arnold Schoenberg's life here in the paradise of sunny SoCal.  That post is called Schoenberg In Hell.

    A Windfall of Musicians by Dorothy Lamb Crawford

    I've long since finished the book and then her previous one, Evenings On and Off the Roof, which describes the first thirty years or so of the concert series now known to us as Monday Evening Concerts.  MEC was once widely regarded as the single most important venue for new music anywhere in the US.  The combination of some of Europe's greatest musicians with two local music enthusiasts, Peter Yates and Lawrence Morton, turned L.A. into the bloodiest cutting-edge music scene anywhere for many years.


    Of course not much is directly left of that brilliance these days, so many decades later, beyond the general notion that the best conductors and the best composers and best music all come from somewhere else.  But remembering these events should be essential to anyone currently active in new music in Los Angeles.  Her two books are important links to our past and they go a long way towards illuminating aspects of the current scene.


    Yesterday afternoon I learned by chance that Dorothy Crawford would be speaking that evening at the Los Angeles Central Library.  They have an ongoing series called [aloud] where she would be in conversation with composer William Kraft, an essential part of the Los Angeles music community since 1955.

    I made a video of the first few minutes of her talk sitting on stage with Bill.  In it she very briefly describes the history of the German artistic emigration to California - beginning immediately with the name Hitler.  She describes this as
    the largest musical migration in Western music history to one place, at one time, for one reason. 
    Then she talks about her how she chose which musicians to include and how her two books relate to one another.



    Other Mixed Meters references to William Kraft:
    His Encounters Series
    Bill Kraft's San Francisco Waltz Toon
    Pictures of his backyard

    Other Mixed Meters references to Monday Evening Concerts:
    Good Riddance to Bad Acoustics
    Mostly Californian
    The Medallion (in which I write music instead of attending an MEC concert.  Read the comments.  Then read this.)



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    Monday, February 15, 2010

    The Walking Fool Takes A Journey of One Thousand Miles

    I know you've heard the phrase. Someone with good intentions has probably said it to you. You might have even offered it as motivation to get a friend up and off their ass.  What advice? This:
    The journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step.
    (Here's a Google search for the phrase. It gets almost 2 million hits.)

    Of course it's a true statement.  Trite.  A logical tautology.  The proper response when someone says it is to roll your eyes.

    But have you ever considered this question: How many more steps, after that first step, will it take for you to traverse one thousand miles? I'm here to answer that question. To learn the answer all you have to do is keep reading.

    My story begins in January 2008 when I received this free pedometer from my doctors office.

    Novo Nordisk pedometer which did work worth shit

    My doctor wanted me to walk 10,000 steps per day.  This is apparently because "they" say 10,000 steps is enough exercise to provoke weight loss and prevent disease.  The actual number was probably not selected by a double-blind research study but more because it's a round, easy-to-remember high number.  I decided to try it out.  The Novo Nordisk unit worked just as well as you might expect a free pedometer to work: Not At All.  It recorded 24 steps, then it stopped.

    But something clicked in my brain.  I thought "maybe a pedometer would spur me get more exercise".  I remembered a review I'd read in Wired Magazine about a spiffy modern high-tech pedometer made by a company called Omron - just the sort of filler article that might set a Wired editor's pulse a-racing.  Importantly, you could carry this Omron unit in a pocket or bag instead of being required to follow exacting restrictions on how to position it - like attaching it to your belt.  I ordered one.   (Buy your own at Amazon.  Right now they cost $23.08.) 

    wonderful Omron pedometer

    My Omron pedometer worked wonderfully.  Bouncing around in my pocket it still seemed to count every step.  Well, it claimed accuracy only within 5% - but that's still pretty good.

    Within a couple of weeks I had gotten into the swing of the thing.  So much walking requires a lot of energy and time.  More time if, like me, you walk to Starbucks where you sit and read for a while before walking home.  But the good news is that I have kept to my regimen ever since - well over two full years.  I've missed my goal less than one day a month.  Really.

    In the beginning it was a numbers game.  How many steps was it from here to the end of the block? (300)  How many steps to the nearest Starbucks? (1600)  If I had gone only 9999 steps at the end of the day then I had failed.  If I had 10,000 I was good.

    Gradually I noticed other, more important, reasons for my daily walk: 
    • Walking became my preferred time for listening to music on my iPod.  Of course some music is not appropriate for walking down a noisy street.  But mostly I find it easier to concentrate on music while I'm walking than at any other time, even when I'm at a concert.
    • Walking is also a good way to come across some unexpected photo opportunities that I share here or at Mixed Messages.  Very few of these opportunities have resulted in my getting sworn at by unstable individuals.  The general mental health of Pasadena is exemplary. 
    • Walking is a very meditative activity for me.  When pressed I do admit to having meditated informally for many years.  I think the mental relaxation aspect of 10,000 steps per day is what has turned my walk from mere exercise into the most important part of my day.
    wonderful Omron pedometer

    Besides reporting the total number of steps, the Omron pedometer also measures "aerobic steps".  You must walk steadily for a certain period of time (I think it's twenty minutes) before it starts counting aerobic steps.  If you stop too long you must walk for that period again before the count resumes.  This picture shows that I'd walked 8513 aerobic steps and that they took me 76 minutes.  On the same day I walked 11,826 regular steps, so about 70% of my steps were actual exercise.  Of course on other days I might go for an "amble" instead a walk - walking more slowly and stopping more.  That makes the resultant number of aerobic steps much lower.

    Another screen estimates the number of calories burned.  This number comes out dreadfully low.  I haven't lost any weight from all my walking because I still like to eat like an idiot.  But my Doctor is thrilled with my lower blood test numbers.

    Finally, the pedometer measures distance covered based on an approximation of the length of my stride.   It tells me that 10,000 steps represents over 3 miles per day.  In this picture you can see that I walked 3.71 miles (and that the picture was taken at 11:22 P.M.)

    wonderful Omron pedometer

    So now I'm ready to answer the question I posed at the beginning: How many total steps does it take to walk one thousand miles?  The answer naturally varies according how long your step is.  If you're 6'9" or 5'2 the number will be different.  But for me I need roughly three and a quarter million steps to cover a thousand miles.  This takes me a little less than one year of walking.

    Remember that figure the next time someone tells you how beginning the long journey of one thousand miles requires only a mere, simple, single step.  Pop their meddlesome balloon, they deserve it.

    It's hardest for me to do my walk on rainy days.  Fortunately we don't have many such days here in sunny SoCal.  But last week we had a corker - pouring rain with thunder and lightning.  Much to Leslie's amusement I drove several miles through the maelstrom to the Santa Anita Mall where I managed to put in all my steps.  The mall was dry and it was boring.  One round trip from Macy's to Penny's and back was only a thousand steps.  And I had to avoid all those slow moving shoppers as I zipped along.  To amuse myself I took a few pictures.  Here's one which seems like a good ending twist for this post:
     
    a baby cart, a man and a kangaroo at the Santa Anita mall


    An L.A. Times article about pedometer use.

    Wikipedia's Pedometer Entry

    Read about how buying an iPod at the Apple Store required fewer questions from the clerk than buying an ice coffee at Starbucks.

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    Thursday, February 11, 2010

    Where's the head?

    This first picture is a well-known sculpture in downtown Los Angeles. It's called Corporate Head by Terry Allen.

     
      
      
      
     

    The first picture came from here.  I found the 2nd, 3rd and 4th pictures via This Isn't Happiness and the last one came from here.

    ADDENDUM: (grabbed from this YouTuba video which was previously referenced in this MM post.)


    ADDENDUM TOO: (Thanks to Mr. Fessler-Bestertester




    According to Don Martin the sound of a tuba landing on a person is "onk" but, alas, that word isn't included in the Don Martin Dictionary.

    Another MM Tuba Post.
    Reflections In A Sousaphone Picture at Mixed Messages

    April 14, 2010 - couldn't resist adding this picture which I took earlier today.

    Old Pasadena trash can is inspected by a homeless person


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    Saturday, February 06, 2010

    Sergey Kuryokhin - pianist of anarchy

    Sergey Kuryokhin passed away in 1996 at the age of 42.  He was an avant-garde improvising pianist from the Soviet Union.  Apparently he did a lot of other things and was quite well known in Russia.

    Years ago I purchased Kuryokhin's solo album Some Combinations of Fingers and Passion.   Each of the four track titles begins with the word "combination"; for example A Combination of Boogie and Woogie.  The first cut, A Combination of Passion and Feelings, is my favorite.  Another cut based on the Dave Brubeck tune is called A Combination of Power and Passion (Blue Rondo a la Russ - a Tribute to Dave Brubeck).  I don't remember why I originally bought the disc but I do remember how it amazed and impressed me.  It still does.  (You can buy it online here.)

    Some Combinations of Fingers and Passion reveals an obviously classically-trained artist who is free-associating his way through the musical styles of several centuries.  He does everything with tremendous good humor, a complete lack of self importance, seemingly limitless talent and a large well-spring of pure creativity.  His styles range from Mozartian classicism through the most excessive uber-Romantic schmaltz with episodes of pop musics from different eras.  All of this is spiced with bursts of the most atonal free jazz you or Cecil Taylor could imagine.

    Sergey Kuryokhin - Some Combinations of Fingers and Passion


    There is information about him at kuryokhin.ru the website of the Sergey Kuryokhin Modern Art Center in St. Petersburg.  The center organizes SKIF,  the Sergey Kuryokhin International Festival, held yearly in Kuryokhin's memory.  Here are several interesting excerpts from their biography page about Kuryokhin:
    In 1984 he formed Pop-Mechanika Orchestra - a band, a concept and a philosophy. The band, which could be anything from a modest trio to a full blown multimedia extravaganza complete with a full symphony, a brass band, a rock group, a circus, a zoo, a gypsy singer, and whatever else his fantasy could bring up at the moment, subsequently toured most of the world.
    Pop Mechanics was probably perestroika’s most exotic fruit, a big band melding all the typical cliches from dozens of musical styles – industrial music, free jazz, hard rock, operettas, contemporary music, King Crimson, Glenn Branca’s massed guitars and so on and on – into a sometimes sloppy, sometimes feverishly driving pileup. The “pre-Leningrad Cowboys” visuals were an inseparable ingredient part of the concept. They included live goats, pigs, tigers, chicken, dogs, donkeys, monkeys, snakes and ponies onstage, surrealist dresses, and when Pop Mechanics was on its peak in the late 80’s Kuryokhin managed to have a folk ensemble, a KGB employees’ choir, a classic chamber orchestra and an army truck performing simultaneously in addition to the big band itself.
    "We hadn’t even properly heard the music [from the  west], only read about it. For us Western industrial music, Einsturzende Neubauten and all the rest were like a myth, just the same way that it was a truly mythical event when John Cage came to meet us in Leningrad in 1988. Cage’s thinking had influenced very much the concept of Pop Mechanics, especially his idea of all sounds having equal right to exist. Thus we always wanted to have both human and animal sounds in the live show”, [Pop Mechanics' member Sergei "Afrika"] Bugaev says now.
    Sergey Kuryokhin at two pianos - The Ways of Freedom

    Of the discs I own, besides the ones for solo piano, there are performances by Kuryokhin with small groups and with big bands.  One strange disc (I think it's called Introduction in Pop Mechanics; it's number 3 from the four-disc set Divine Madness for which Leo Records annoyingly does not provide a downloadable program booklet) is apparently played with one hand on an organ and the other hand on a sampler keyboard.  It goes for over an hour with only one short contrasting section in the middle.  In other words, the sudden twists and surprising turns which I like so much are not there.

    He did a lot of different things - I said that before.  YouTube might be the best place to get an overview: you can search for Курехин on You Tube.   You'll find many interviews in Russian plus clips of movies for which he wrote the music.  A BBC documentary about Pop Mechanica's trip to Liverpool in 1989 (it's in English; Part One and Part Two) really gives the over-the-top kitchen-sink anything and everything feel of his performances.  I particularly like the scene where Kuryokhin is singing into a microphone while being beaten about the head and neck with bouquets of flowers.

    Contemplating these mad anarchic happenings in small doses from a distance is refreshing, especially since anarchy is so very out of favor in American music lately.  I doubt I'd care to attend a Pop Mechanica extravaganza or any sort of happening at all these days, but, hey, what's wrong with watching a little anarchy, I always say.  Back when happenings were happening in the U.S. their creators weren't known for extreme musical stylistic variety in the way Kuryokhin seems to have embraced so naturally.  Try searching Google for the phrase "David Tudor plays jazz".

    The craziness aside, it is specifically Kuryokhin's solo piano playing which I find inspiring.  Without that, there would be no point in my writing this article.  Alas, there seems to be very little of his solo work available on YouTube.   Here's a YouTube video from the solo piano album The Ways of Freedom, a cut called The Wall Kuryokhin:



    The picture above of him playing two grand pianos is from the same album.  On the record jacket it says:

    Leo Records is grateful to all those people who had the courage to smuggle out the tape from behind the Iron Curtain.
    Some of the playing has a Conlon Nancarrow-ish feel.  Kuryokhin plays blindingly fast on a tinny sounding instrument - or maybe the tape speed has been messed with.

    His solo playing also attracts me because it is so completely unaffected by the "jazz swing" pandemic from which improvised music often suffers.  These days, in certain types of music, swing feel is omnipresent, like it was handed down from God.  Modern jazz seems hopelessly addicted to it.  I'm often annoyed when players can't turn it off.   Kuryokhin almost never turns it on - although other players on his albums do.

    Sergey Kuryokhin - Absolutely Great!

    The seven-disc album Absolutely Great! is fascinating, full of wonderful music.  There are three complete concerts recorded in 1988 in Northern California.  Each concert is on two discs; the first of each pair is mostly Kuryokhin playing alone and the second disc is ensemble music.  (The last disc is a less thrilling commercial release by Kuryokhin and Henry Kaiser.)

    Kuryokhin's solo playing surprises and delights me.  It leaves a very positive feeling.  Of course, as with any improvisations, quality varies; you take each moment as it comes.  Inevitably, some moments are better than others. I like the mix of strangeness and vituosity.  To say that his music is from another country doesn't begin to describe it.  Rather it seems to me like it comes from a different planet.

    I've added the album Some Combinations of Fingers and Passion to David's Favorite Music which you can find in the left side-column of Mixed Meters.  It's my woefully incomplete list of things I like to listen to a lot.

    I don't add music to that list because I think other people will necessarily like it or because I think it will endure through the years.  There are other blogs chasing that fool's errand.  The reason I put music on my favorites list is because it inspires me to create my own music.  That is the highest tribute I can imagine offering to another musician.



    Other Mixed Meters' writings touching on improvised music:
    Art Tatum Plays Live - June 2008
    Mingus Epitaph (if only to see a picture of W playing a guitar)
    The Golia LaBerge Ocker Trio
    A New Rhapsody in Blue (Marcus Roberts)
    A Tradition of Experiment in Los Angeles which comes complete with a collection of reviews, programs and fliers from the late eighties and early nineties.  Get it in pdf or text.

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