I guess it has been a long time. Well, it is clear that I am the only one reading this, so it is more of a personal diary than a public blog about music.

I saw Dave Matthews again this summer. matisyahu pened up, but no one would go in with me so I missed it. For once it was others' drinking that held me back. The same happened with Blues Traveler at Thursday in the Square. That set-up is great for partying but terrible if you are there to listen.


If you love out-of-date blogs you must love this one. The computer hard drive went down and I lost everything and time. Several live human beings expressed an interest in the blogs at my friend's wedding. They have probably lost interest as that was a few days ago and now is the first time I am blogging in weeks.

Stay tuned, the ideas are welling up.


Jack Johnson's allusion to Plato

I'm a big fan of Plato and Jack Johnson. One of the "Friends" Limks on Jack Johnson's site leads you to: Consolations of Jack Johnson: Bring Philosophy to my Peers.

Here are the Lyrics to Inaudible Melodies (via seeklyrics.com)

Brushfire fairytales
Itsy bitsy diamond wells
Big fat hurricanes
Yellow bellied given names
Well shortcuts can slow you down
And in the end we're bound
To rebound off of we

Well dust off your thinking caps
Solar powered plastic plants
Pretty pictures of things we ate
We are only what we hate
But in the long run we have found
Silent films are full of sound
Inaudibly free

Slow down everyone
You're moving too fast
Frames can't catch you when
You're moving like that

Inaudible melodies
Serve narrational strategies
Unobtrusive tones
Help to notice nothing but the zone
Of visual relevancy
Frame-lines tell me what to see
Chopping like an axe

Or maybe Eisenstein should just relax

Slow down everyone
You're moving too fast
Frames can't catch you when
You're moving like that

Well Plato's cave is full of freaks
Demanding refunds for the things they've seen
I wish they could believe
In all the things that never made the screen
And just slow down everyone
You're moving too fast
Frames can't catch you when
You're moving like that
Slow down everyone
You're moving too fast
Frames can't catch you when
You're moving like that
Moving Too....

Need Updating...

My old buddy invited me to G.Love in Rochester. I've been waiting for the opportunity to get to a show back at the Water Street Music Hall.

I jsut saw a Jack Johnson video on Noggin...apaparently its from the new Curious George movie.


Getting Old

I had to bow out of going to the Matisyahu show last night in Buffalo. All my friends are out of school just enough to realize they can't go to work hung-over. I have two toddlers and an empty wallet.

Well, those factors contributed to missing the show. I will have to content myself with a copy, hopefully, put up on the Live Music Archive (etree). To assuage my reluctant responsible-ness I have purchased a few tracks from Napster.

If I can find the time I'll figfure out radio.blog and get iut up witht he tunes. Meanwhile check out etree or the artist websites.


Culmination of the Fates

I heard about Matisyahu a while back. I cannot say for sure where but there is a list of press coverage and I see National Public Radio.

I remember that the story played some clips. The music is a culmination of a variety of styles: rap, roots reggae, jam bands, and religious among others. The religious one stuck out because the name sounds cathcy and fun-loving. These are not necessarily things I associate with Hasidic Jews...that's right Hasidic. I do not know much about the group except that it is very Orthodox. The paradox of this musical styling and that orthodoxy is interesting to say the least. Like most good stuff I hear the sweep of life took me.

The other day I was lucky to get the Buffalo State College, WBNY 91.3, radio station way down in the Southtowns. Lo and behold this yahoo came on and his DJing is too college-y but he played Matisyahu. It was awesome stuff. The same kid played some Mood Cultivation Project.

Today Artvoice, Buffalo's Alternative Weekly, had an ad for Matisyahu coming to town. Lucky for me remembered that my mobile phone has a voice recorder. I googled them all today.

I realize that I know nothing but stereotypes of Hasidic Judiasm. Matisyahu was a deadhead and phishhead. He's had spiritual awakenings/rekonings while camping. His website biography lent more to my interest. I checked out some of his music on Napster. True to his deadhead roots, he has some live shows through etree. I cannot wait to ask for a CD for Christmas (I hope this isn't an offensive joke? Let me know and I'll edit.)

I only caught one Mood Cultivation Project tune before my daughters melted down and we headed home. It was clearly int he realm of jam bands witha little New Orleans, bluesy taste to it. I need to hear some more and their own website has tunes to download. Again in jam band fashion they point you to etree. too.

Mood Cultivation Project


Morcheeba in the Middle East?

I guess you could say that my musical tastes are quite liberal. You could also say they are too open?

Two mp3 blogs ( Aurgasm and ORTF) helped me to:

Adapt or Perish Collectors and Snobs

Collectors are a interesting breed. What in their nature makes them desire and acquire? I have a friend who really prides himself on not being one. Moreover, he disavows any and all clutter in his house. Until recently he held to the idea that if what you own does not fit into a closet it is not worth owning. He kept his wife from buying clothes dressers. But in the end he collected motorcycles. He would not ever refer to it as collecting and he keeps them in a storage unit away from his condo. In these senses he has not cluttered his life with objects. Yet he has two bikes and takes great pride in them. There was talk of selling them in order to get a boat. That was year ago and even owning a boat might fall under acquisition and in turn collecting. I suspect that his will is not the real limit but that the desire is held in check by finances.

My recent mp3 blog surfing has led me to wonder about the nature of collecting. This reminded me of a great article in 5 September 2005 issue of The New Republic. Michael Crowley writes in “Remastered” about the decline of the “rock snob.” He laments that the advent of digital music files have brought an end to an era of collecting. Several of his assumptions are valid and worthwhile. But something else lies beneath the surface of the essay. It is a vital component of why music collecting is not becoming extinct but is evolving to a higher and true appreciation.

There was a time when music snobs could physically inspire awe with their collections. Crowley clearly recognizes the ego involved. He quotes the intro to David Kemp and Steven Daly's Rock Snob Dictionary “Since the dawn of rock, there have been individuals, usually young men, of argumentative tendencies who have lorded their encyclopedic musical knowledge over others." The adjectives here get to the heart of the matter quickly. Even now, as I write, I feel the very thing I want to highlight. I want to write and it is personal while at the same time egotistical. I want to have people read this blog, listen, and envy me. I want the have my thoughts in physical form. Is this a defect in personality or a part of human nature?

What I think Crowley does not quite hit is that that “refined taste” is what collectors really want noticed. The collections are the manifestation of that taste. It is what easily and quickly points the audience to the desired conclusion. The dawning of manageable digital files is not the end for rock snobs (or any other genre's collectors). It is in fact a chance to evolve. It is a clearer separation of taste and knowledge from half-wit and luck

The fact that almost all music is available to anyone is the key to the evolution. It is not the end of it. Collecting was, previously, often a matter of luck. Connoisseurs may know of an artist but never stumble across the album or piece necessary to genuinely display their ascendancy. This aspect has been largely muted with the onset of the internet and digitalization. Snobs are no longer beholden to physical collections. Taste and knowledge are what now pulls them above the masses.

The masses have access to the canon of Great Books. What actually sets the well-read from the rest who has actually read. In Fitzgerald's Great Book, two things impress a guest about Gatsby's library. The first is that the books are real and not cardboard facades. Still wealthy Eggers could buy afford real books. The final factor is that the guest suspects that Gatsby actually read them. What separates the snobs now is that they have listened to the music.

There are numerous mp3 bloggers out there. The possibility is open for countless more to join their ranks. What is happening is not the end of music collecting. The best of these blogs draws the awe-inspiring music to the surface. They display the refined taste and knowledge that deserves true envy. So Crowley is correct in that the days of musty record stores and vinyl collections are dwindling. Any lucky fool with an memory and eye for names could have built an “impressive” collection.

I want to thank the bloggers for sharing the music. There can be no doubt that some are after the praise. Hopefully though they will be eclipsed by those who generously and appreciatively want to lead the masses from the dark cave.


Sputters, Starts, and Stops

I definteily go through cycles. I've been ont he music surfing one lately...driven by Buffalo's second snowfall and the onslaught of December.

Anyway I've (re)discovered a tone of mp3 blogs and focused ont he ones with holiday tunes. Here are a few I've been frequenting:
Big Rock Candy Mountain
Spread the Word
Keep the Coffee Coming
Music You Won't Hear Anyplace Else

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