Correction, Lefsetz is cattle.

May 31, 2007

In my previous post I offered some commentary on a recent Lefsetz Letter, but generally touted the Lefsetz Letters as a knowledgable and accurate commentary on the state of music.

I’d like to withdraw that remark. It seems that I had only been reading his articles when I was linked to them by associates, and therefor, only getting the best. Today I headed back there on my own for the first time and found a traditional rant about how such-and-such a record company is fucking music fans etc.

Here is the one and only argument ever needed when someone claims they’re being (or have been) fucked by the record industry: Music is not a right, it is a luxury. It’s not food. It’s not water. It’s not air. It’s not even a warm place to sleep. If you’re being fucked by anyone regarding your listening to music, then you’re letting them fuck you, and most likely, asking for it.

If someone is fucking you and you don’t like it, pull your pants up, don’t whine about it on the Internet.

Oh, and for goodness sake Leftzy, italics are the proper way to emphasize something, lay off the caps-lock.


Of Lefsetz Letters, death and mystery.

May 30, 2007

This recent Lefsetz Letter post attempts to lay out the future of not just the music industry, but music in general. While Lefsetz, in general, has solid, informed advice for artists and aspiring music professionals, his cynical (and I can relate) views can sometimes overzealously champion this God and Savior Internet.

The Internet changes; it doesn’t kill. Lefsetz’s appropriate commentary is overshadowed by his lust for panic, and asserting his correctness (but I love him for that). So let’s stop the insanity.

In the article, which I suggest you read through, a number of claims are made as to what will become of Record Labels, Promoters, Agents, Managers, Retail and on down the line. In the end, he only briefly touches on where people will find out about music, and assigns that responsibility to “their friends.” Let’s pose the question, “where did their friends hear it?”

This is where the MItB problem enters the equation.

Lefsetz envisions music promotion of the future as a “series of bunts” as opposed to “grand slams or home runs.” Meaning that thousands of blog references (for example) to your music would take the place of one airing on MTV. It seems logical, and getting your music featured on a blog written by a college kid in Toldeo is easier/cheaper than landing a spot in MTV rotation, right? Let’s say for now that it is (it’s not), and since the CD and Retail are dead, and you don’t need a huge PR budget … the Labels are dead as well.

This brings us to the audience, if you’re promoting with bunts, then your audience is receiving bunts as well. To find out about great, new, music they have to visit 13,000 blogs everyday – more information than brains. Eventually, certain blogs (or other filters) are going to become more preferred than others, and, in turn, more inundated with unfiltered promotional material from Artists, Managers, Agents and Promoters (not Labels, remember, they’re dead) and we’re back to MItB.

So someone has a great idea to start a company that listens to new artists, and in return for some financial right, helps them (with time, staff, money), emerge from that crowd and get heard by the preferred filter. The filters, in turn, begin to prefer this company because it not only makes their job easier, but possible, and the Record Label is born again from the flames.

Music and the Music industry is going to change, but when you take the MItB effect into account, it’s not dying quite the gory, John Rambo, death that Lefsetz (and the rest of the world) would have you believe, because certain, most basic, aspects of it are not changing at all.

People will still (and always) want to listen to good music, the need/demand is not changing. Musicians will still be making music, and some (most) of it wont be worth listening to. The supply and demand of music remains unchanged.

Imagine that fifty years ago we planted a tree, but there was an ass-ton of poison rain, so we put a big glass box over it. The tree grew, and eventually filled out the box, making a nice, rectangular tree. Over the years, the tree got sorta old, and bits of it rotted, and the glass cracked a little, and some asshole carved “Sid Lives” into it, so we decided that it was time for a new tree. We plant a brand new tree, but due to ubiquitous recording equipment, there’s even more poison rain falling and we decide it’s a pretty good idea to put a glass box over this one as well. In five to ten years, we’re going to end up with a brand new tree; a brand new, rectangular tree that looks rather like the old one with a few different branch-formations here and there.

The record industry grew organically to fill the gap between artists and audience. If we chop it down, it’s going to grow back in a different pattern, but the final shape will be the same.


Everything after Dylan is Redundant

May 30, 2007

Apparently, Bob Dylan knew before I did.


Ourstage.com

May 21, 2007

Just last week I was at a local showcase rock show and I mentioned to some friends that I really could use another indie-music website. I have had trouble finding terrible music on MySpace, PureVolume, LastFM, GarageBand-blah-blee-bloo. It has also been a little too long since someone created a site playing on the MySpace name.

Thank assorted gods that the folks at Ourstage.com took care of both my needs in one, sexy, new website. I am, of course, being as sarcastic as Web 2.0 will allow with most of that, except the sexy and new bit.

Allow me to break from the cynicism for a second and begin with a few things that they’ve done that are bordering on progress. First, the site is well programmed, well designed, super pretty, smooth, fast and generally a delight to click about. Their marketing and explanation videos are well produced and stream without delay. Also, there is a distinct lack of the making-a-buck-off-dilusional-artists concept that plagues the music industry (*cough*Sonicbids*cough).

Most importantly, Ourstage.com is an organizational service, which is part of the solution. They’re attempting to help sort all this information into some type of order for easier consumption. So far, Ourstage is looking like an excellent solution.

Essentially Ourstage.com is the Hot or Not of music and film. They’ve incorporated a slightly more complicated phase-system of voting where at the end of each week the top ten contenders can duke it out for cash and prizes, but essentially the user is given two songs, side by side, and they’re to rate which they like better on a sliding scale. It’s a simple, proven, concept that in the past has been enjoyable for the user when presented with either excellent or terrible content to judge – which is endlessly important when dealing with online music discovery.

Here’s where Ourstage.com’s concept begins to break down. Hot or Not worked because the user was required to spend a fraction of a second analyzing the shirtless dude in Zoobas posing with his Glock before giving homeboy a 8 and moving on (10s are reserved for Skidz and a Camero). On Ourstage.com the user is required to listen to, or watch, a minimum of 30 seconds of each option before making their rating. That’s a full minute of terrible music, if you’re lucky. The worst, and most common, situation is that you’re faced with two, mediocre, Nicklebackish, attempts at rocking your world – and you have to sit through a full minute, which is, I discovered, just barely enough time to tie your shoelaces into a noose. I gave voting my best go, hoping each time that the next pair would include either a great new band, or a white guy rapping about Yamahas, but after three or four pairs of Jam Bands and chicks-with-guitars, I couldn’t take anymore.

Although I commend their intentions to help organize this shitsunami of online music, without funneling artists’ dream-cash into their checking account, in the end, Ourstage.com is just part of the problem. Another URL for me not to bookmark.

Their slogan is “let the fans decide,” which again is a noble sentiment on the surface, but really the “fans” would just be doing their work for them. This brings us back to the problem at hand. We have “tastemakers” for a reason, people we trust to sift through the multitude, and pull out the diamonds so that I can go about my day without having to dig through all that rough first. This is why we have blogs like Brooklyn Vegan, Pitchfork (not recommended), Stereogum, Spin.com, jasper.webvomit.com (highly recommended). It’s why we have our local alt-weeklies, and showcase nights at your local shitty rock dive. Someone has analyzed the information, and picked what was worthy for your brian. Just find someone you trust, and generally agree with, and let them handle that for you.

It’s called delegation.


Introduction

May 16, 2007

A brain is needed to create information. A brain is needed to process information. Communication is the link between the two. The human brain can create, and process, an enormous amount of information in a given a day.

Until very recently the amount of information created and processed daily was limited by communication channels. Your, we’re assuming human, brain could comfortably acquire and process all of the information offered to you during the course of a day. Now, when you log on to the Internet, you suddenly have access to more information than you could acquire and process in sixteen of your, we’re assuming human, lifetimes.

The general consensus is that this is a good thing. We’re here to challenge that.

The fact that any-brain can create and publish their information is generally considered a good thing. We’re here to challenge that.

In the past, mass communication functioned with one, carefully selected, brain creating information that would be acquired and processed by many brains. We’re now in a state of negative mass communication. We have each brain, creating many pieces of information, and as a result …

More Information than Brains.

As the Internet approaches ubiquity it is entering into a new phase, where there will be much shaking out, and we’re doing our best to guess where the fleas are going to land.