Creative Commons Liscence

Ok, let’s talk copyright. Anything that you say or do that gets recorded somehow is copyrighted. So recording or writing down a new song is copyrighted. Making up a new songs and singing it in front of 500000 people is not copyrighted unless it’s recorded. So copyright is somewhat stupid. Furthermore, all of your blog ranting is copyrighted. It belongs to you you you and nobody else. Which means that nobody can rip off your woe over Krispy Kreme’s Atkins Woes and set it to music without having to first secure your permission and possibly pay you. This is somewhat stupid. Why is my ranting that I do over the telephone not copyrighted, so that anybody could overhear, find it amusing, later it somewhat to fit in meter and make it into a song, but my web ranting in a different class? Because of stupid copyright laws. Let’s face it, most blog posts do not deserve copyright protection. They’re on the order of found writing. So why give it copyright protection? Why not do a less restrictive copyright so other people can do stuff with it if they feel somehow inspired?
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New Template

Yes, my blog looks different. I wanted to take advantage of new blogger features and unfortunately, the easiest way to do that was to pick a new look. My old look was also designed by blogger, but, i dunno, this one feels so corporate to me. i tweaked the colors, but it’s still dull. oh well. the content is what matters, right?

Music as Social Change

Jesse wrote a really good comment to my last post and I’m going to post it here cuz it’s very good

  1. install guerilla public sound art pieces that undermine corporate branding of public spaces, drive folks away from malls the day after thanksgiving, or dovetail with a local activist campaign’s goals.
  2. arrange to show interactive sound artworks in middle schools and highschools that engage with political themes and are both rewarding to and demanding of particpants.
  3. maybe not supercollider so much as protools, but create documentary radio artworks, audio tours, and sound installations on political issues.
  4. record rallies, teach-ins, other political events, and create online sound archives. use the sound material for sound collages and interactive audio artworks at future political events.
  5. use experimental music concerts, sound installations, cds, etc., esp. when related to a political event, as fundraising opportunities, or as chances to encourage attendees to participate in upcoming actions. at the very least, set up laptops so folks can sign online petitions, send e-faxes, or whatever.

these are all concrete political actions. less explicitly political stuff, through encouraging critical thinking, introspection, and empathy, might also be an important part of a big social change strategy, but that’s much sketchier… that’s what my interview and survey research project is about.

some of this stuff is difficult because of equipment or money issues. also, experimental music, b/c of its high cultural capital, and demographic, academic, and elitist associations, has some disadvantages as far as being a tool for social change, but it also has unique advantages: it’s technological focus, it’s critique of dichotomies, it’s embrace of radical contexts for sound, it’s ability to be something new to people.

Leftism

I see all these bumper stickers that say “Peace Through Music.” Ok. Sounds good. Sign me up. How does this work exactly? Periodically, Anthony Braxton will try to fire us up to go create change “not just in happy theory land” but also on the physical plane. Change throught music. Peace through music. All horribly short on specifics. Could someone tell me how I can use supercollider to end capitalism and facism and bring about the worker’s state? Seriously, now. I think it would be a good idea.

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near misses

bass book buying

broken keyYah, so I went biking up Shattuck to go buy a book for my bass lessons. Totally for got where Bancroft was and rode way too far before turning back. Got to sheet music shop and went to lock the loverly borrowed bike. The lock was being stubborn, so I gave the key one hard jerk and got the lock to engage and then saw that I had badly bent the key and it was torn. Alas! So I went into the music shop and asked the guy behind the counter where I could get the key dubplicated. He gave me advice and told me that he spent years playign the tuba and had recently decided to take up playing upright bass. me too! He has a quartet called the “Tuba Dudes” and they’re looking for another bass tuba player, so I gave him my email adress. Then I walked to hardware store to get my key copied, but they were closed. All the hadrware stores were closing. It was late. I was miles from home. The bike lock is not good enough to leave a bike out overnight in berkeley. bah. so I bought a lot of bike grease and then covered the lock with it. It came open at the same moment that the key snapped in two. Seriously. And then today I noticed that I bought book two of the bass method instead of book one. bah.

computers

A shot glass full of lemoncello landed directly on top of Cola’s laptop. I blinked at it for a while and told it to run software shut down. then my brain rebooted and she pulled out the battery and unplugged it. We shook it out and pulled off the keyboard and virtually no booze got inside the case. I called my amused little brother who told me to wash the gooey parts (or maybe the GUI parts?) with distilled water and let it dry for several days and then reassemble it and it will be fine.
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Changes

Yes, a so a few days ago, I mentioned how my friends from my undergrad days, who I hadn’t seen much in the last few years, had changed. Everyone wants to know how they, in particular changed. Well, lemme tell you. Everyone is, understandably, more mature, which is good given that years have passed. People’s positive points have all become more evident. Several folks’ annoying habits (I am not going to provide any particulars here about anyone) have receeded or disappeared entirely. There is less smack talking. Yah, I dunno. Everyone seems to have gone and had some life experience and acquired some additional thoughtfulness and charecter. I mean, these were always good folks, right, but now they’re good folks a few years older. so yes, I don’t want to relive my undergrad days, no way, but it’s nice to have friends from then.

I am being very lazy. I’ve been back a week and I haven’t done anything except finish and turn in my paper, get my bass (and exchange the french bow for a german one) and have a lesson. all the rest of the stuff on my todo list is festering. bah, somebody hand me stuff on a silver platter. how about a rehersal space for Tennis Roberts? Nobody in the band has a garage and my practice space has been taken over by a long string instrument. ….. must… rouse… self…..
bah. need some clothes. i haven’t bought summer clothes since 2000 or earlier. need to fix bike flat. need to buy bass method book. tomorrow is bike to work day.
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zzzz… huh?

hm, I seem ot have been asleep for the lst two hours and thus not done any of my errands. bah. oh well. Yesterday, I rented a bass upright bass from Best music. Today I had my first bass lesson. I need to swap my french-type bow for a german type bow, but looks like that won’t happen until tommorrow. bah, I have no work ethic, I just want to nap. At some point, I will have recovered my sleep deficit from last semester and be running a sleep surplus. that will be weird.

Yesterday, I also went to the memorial service of Margret Lyon. She is the former head of the Mills Music department and was the person who brought the San Francisco Tape Music Center to Mills as the Center for Contemporary Music. She was personally a musicologist who wrote her PhD dissertation on a Renissance English composer, but she recognized that New Music would be the next big thng and turned Mills into a center for it. She’s made a huge difference for music at Mills and by extension music in the Bay Area and music in general. One of the Kronos Quartet violinists got up and told a story about how Lyon saved the quartet from doom. They were in residence at Mills for a while. She invited Terry Reiley to teach at Mills and said fine when he said he wanted to bring Pandit Pran Nath, so shared Terry Reiley. Both Kronos and Reiley played some tunes.
The memorial service was not well publicized as the family wanted to make sure that random people didn’t show up. I would have felt like a random person, except a Mills faculty member told me about it and because I’m a Mills alum and stuff. I directly benefitted from the wisdom of Margret Lyon. So I felt half-random. Surprisingly, college President Jan Holmgren did not show up, even though the entire music department faculty was there. During her graduation speech, she mentioned deceased proferssor emeriti and said stuff about mourning their loss. I don’t want to speculate on why she wasn’t there, but given that the drama department was just killed, it does make me a bit nervous. Picture of a tiny drama-protest from gaduation:protest

I must now go get Cola from work. yay.

Yes, I’m home

I’ve been around since wednesday, but I’ve been offline and kind of hiding in Cola’s apartment. I did go see Sophie graduate from mills with her BA (it’s about time…). I have pictures, which I will post later. Saw her mother. It was nice to see her again. Sophie and her mom are so cute. Danica and T also came. It’s funny seeing how people have and have not changed. When I saw folks over spring break, I thought “wow, they have not changed a bit!” and thought it was odd that they could be frozen in time. But, of course, they have changed. Subtly and not so subtly. Danica, for example, is on testosterone and has acquired a certain gravitas and air of responcibility. However, still managed to run out of gas on the way to the Berkeley biodiesel station. That biodiesel station is conviently located directly behind my building, but my pickup runs on gas. oh well.

Yesterday, Cola and I went out on Mitch’s boat with Mitch and Humanchu and two French women. Every time I’ve been out on that boat, there’s a small craft advisory, but yesterday was definitely the most choppy trip I’ve been on ever. We bounced and got wet a lot. Mitch has a new boat stereo, which is very nifty. After boating, we went to Mitch’s new house. He lives in a scary townhouse development. But it has a little pool and a hottub, so we went and sat in the hottub, which was very nice. And Mitch’s household lent me a bike. yay! It needs new innertubes, which I will go get later today, after I get done lounging.

I like Cola. She makes me hapeeeee.
If you want to hang out, you can reach me by calling my cell phone 860-301-2508, which is a connecticut number or by calling my berkeley home phone, which has not changed. my berkeley abode is in a cell dead spot, so trying both numbers can be a good idea, or just call berkeley if you’re in california without “free” long distance. i’m here till august. I am currently jobless (if you see anything, esp part time or audio -related, drop me a line!) so have lots of time to hang w/ you, although I must write mad amounts of music and spent 2 hours a day practcing double bass. I’m about to go rent one. yay.
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There’s no place like home

I’m home. I’m in california. I have finished my last paper. I am free and clear. I am here for weeks! weeks! months! for the summer! If you want to hand out with me, you should email or call. I have my cell phone, with it’s connecticut number 860-301-2508. My old berkeley home number still works as well. Yes I want to hang out with you. Yes we should get drinks / get dinner / jam / play some gigs / talk about old times / whatever.

East coasters take heart, you can fly from hartford or from jfk to oakland international round trip for $200, which is really not bad at all.
gig information will be forthcoming as soon as i figure some out. I want to play out here, i do. I want you to play out here too.