Friday, September 21, 2018

Gender Eyes

Obsessed with gender
The woman/man
We divide them in two
But never the twain shall meet
Because there is neither

And it's bittersweet
The boy and girl
Pink and blue room decor
And costumes for holidays
Are so much fun and games

See poets are both
For and against
Like animals and gods
While we invent the language
And swear at our nature

So I write your life
And know your love
And the places you feel
Pleasure while simply being
What nothing would define

Memories of a Hotel Camper

Camping. I never slept worse in my life. Eating s'mores and telling ghost stories before trying to sleep on the ground. Here's a pound of sugar and some adrenaline before bed. No matter where you sit, the campfire smoke billows into your face, especially your eyes. Where I come from you're supposed to say "I hate bunnies" to make the smoke change direction (seriously), but that doesn't really work. So then, you're up all night being uncomfy, and the monster in the woods hears you complaining and swearing and it leaves you alone, so that works. It's the constant sound of tent zippers, though. That and the ravenous horse flies, which have never seen the likes of yummy you. Raccoons get into your garbage almost like it's a favor, discreetly so as not to bother anyone, and if you're lucky there is a rustic bathroom just a hike away. Lest we forget the poisonous life forms. Meanwhile, you sit there in the dirt with bugs. Go camping, they said. It'll be fun, they said. So, to sum up, as long as you're going to try to sleep on bumpy uneven ground on an air mattress, which may or may not deflate slowly throughout the night dropping you to said ground, you might as well bring a memory foam mattress, or sleep in the car, or for that matter get a hotel room. Actually, just save the money and stay home with your own wifi and indoor plumbing.

Saturday, April 14, 2018

Take My Music, Please

No one currently listens to my music, which is to say that very few people have been interested in it since I began recording it again several years ago, a period in my life I could call my "musical renaissance". This situation of not having achieved an audience has taken place despite my having produced a lot of what a few people and I consider to be good material. The pieces of music tended to be electronic, ambient, drone, and experimental in genre. Many of them are long-form, some of which verge into more than ten minutes or even up to an hour or two in length. I'm based in Springfield, Illinois USA, by the way, and I'll get how my formats/styles and my potential audience have interacted, or haven't rather, shortly here.

Sometimes my songs have gotten radio airplay on a local community station (WQNA) which I also DJ at myself as well (and yes, I have played my own stuff on my show). On SoundCloud and Bandcamp, I see single digit numbers of plays per week, if that. Some weeks I go without any plays. I spent about a year during 2016 and 2017 performing shows in the area, partly for the fun of it and partly to popularize my growing catalog. It had no effect. I offered flash drives full of my music for sale at shows, and not a single person bought one.

I recently, actually, started offering all of my music I have posted to Bandcamp--twenty albums of it--for free to stream and download. No takers. I can't give my music away.

Is it really that bad? If the quality of music is in the ear of the beholder, is my work therefore low in quality, without value?

I don't know about that.

I do know the following facts, however.

1) Ambient/drone/electronic is an extremely niche market, with few listeners and artists. I knew that going in. I suppose I thought I could grow an audience for my work--sort of "convert" people to patrons of my art. On some level I probably felt that if I put my stuff out there, a few listeners would lead to more listeners and so on. I dreamed. Was I wrong about being able to "grow" an audience in such a way simply by making my music appear on the internet? Of course. I was wrong about that, much as thousands of other musicians are are wrong about the future prospects of their own tunes these days.

2) Music is an art, and art always has a locality to it geographically. It is always situated in an area of culture. Even though I stopped performing shows last year, my first stop for potential listeners is always still my social circle: my friends and family with whom I socialize on a regular basis here in Central Illinois. They know me, and they know I make music. So, they hear about it first when I have something new ready. Sometimes I receive the occasional compliment or passing interest in my work, especially when a new album is playing in the background of a popular event at The Pharmacy Gallery & Art Space, where I maintain a membership and an active role as a visual artist and audio/video stylist. Even so, my reach has largely been non-existent locally, too.

3) My work seems good, especially some of the experimental electronic songs, or at least I feel good enough to have more listeners than it currently has.

So, to what do I attribute this state of things? It's fairly simple, I think.

1) I'm in the wrong place for my music reaching people in a local way. What's popular here musically? Punk, roots revival, folk, and heavy metal are. My catalog is the antithesis of all that. Were I situated in larger urban area--Chicago or Seattle--or a more progressive place, a college town like Champaign-Urbana, Illinois maybe, my art would stand more of a chance. I don't want to move however. My spouse, child, and I are rooted here. This is our home, for all its pluses and minuses.  

2) I'm in the wrong time in a larger sense. Music is everywhere these days, and easily so. It's in the car, it's at home, it's on your phone, it's in the workplace, it's in your headphones, it's in stores, etc. Also, pretty much anyone with a computer and a basic knowledge of music production now has the means to make and disseminate songs. It no longer takes a studio and a recording contract plus distribution deal to get your music to listeners in a portable format. Professional streaming services (Spotify, Google Play, Amazon, etc., which I've also tried, incidentally) and smaller, free digital media services like the aforementioned Bandcamp and SoundCloud mean that it's a lot easier than it used to be to make your work available to listeners, too. The result of all this is heavy competition for ears, and not just from other musicians but other media producers, too. YouTube, Facebook, Netflix, and other video services and social media companies want peoples' attention, too, not to mention as do news channels and video games.

I've written before in this blog that I think there is too much culture right now, which is a direct result of this high modernist, internet-focused, media spectacle society of ours in 21st century America. There is far too much to consume because there has been so much cultural production for the past 100 years, and it's so easy to publish it. Capture a moment of video, upload it to YouTube or Facebook, and let the likes roll in. Anything and everything is available now, at our keyboarding, mousing, swiping, clicking fingertips. When enough of us publish, and when all this stuff is ready for consumption instantly, we get overwhelmed, and then we have to differentiate between what we tune out and what we watch, hear, play, or read--what we support, in a word. So, yes, there is too much stuff. I'd say remove some of it, please, but that's not realistic, I know. Nor is it realistic for someone like me, who thrives on the artistic process of creation, to stop being a producer.

Yet, competition can be good for art and for the people involved in art movements. With so many competing forces taking place in this milieu, we artists will have try new things to reach people. We will have to innovate. It's not enough to simply make some music of whatever potential value, post it to a website, and then hope for the best. To be heard, we must shout louder than the rest of the crowd, so to speak. The way I see it this is partly about my own expectations for one thing, and so I try to adjust those to closer match the chances in reality of my music finding success, and partly this is also an opportunity to reassess what I'm doing--not why I'm doing it (a silly, irrelevant question) but what I'm doing. How can I alter my methods. Not one to overthink, I do find at times, such as these maybe, that some thinking is necessary. The trick as I see it and as I tell myself is to not give up. Very beneficial things could come of this moment art-wise, and those remain to be seen. Of course quitting is not an option for someone like me, who needs to be a producer to feel well-being. So, what will my next album sound like? I'm not sure, but hopefully it will be more interesting than the last.

Saturday, March 17, 2018

Banana Appeal

Reading this essay at Sherman Public Library
For very good reasons we say “joke telling” rather than “joke reading” or rather than “joke saying”. Reasons being, “joke telling” implies two important aspects of humor: 1) the act of speaking; and 2) a social context. “Reading” or “saying” could refer to both of those aspects as well, of course, although reading is usually at least superficially conceived of as a quiet, solitary activity. While “reading aloud” and “giving a reading” are two examples where reading is understood to be spoken with people, it’s revealing that there must be such emphasis for that sense to be conveyed.

On a deeper level, however, even though there are many imaginable ways of being humorous, humor is really always a communication, regardless of whether it is in private in a book or in public at a comedy club. When we laugh we are indicating to others and ourselves that we understand the humor, that what has been communicated is funny to us, that we get the joke. Joke-laugh is thus a kind of call-response not only whereby the teller asks for verification that the listener is present in the discourse of culture but also whereby the listener acknowledges the humor and in doing so essentially indicates that the teller is telling well. Obviously, humor is thus about communication, which word stems from Latin in the Middle Ages relating to “common”, “communal”, “shared”, and “united”. So, something is funny sounding when common language is put into play—when the ability of words to unite and share is brought into question in a playful way. Whenever we are joking there is almost always a kind of tense subtext, a sort of ruffling of the social fabric.

There are many ways of doing that.

We use multiple meanings, like the joke, “My dog has no nose. How does he smell? Awful!”.

There are jokes that utilize homonyms, such as “What’s black and white and red all over? A newspaper!”

There are homophonic puns, like the very reflexive “A pun is its own reword.”.

And, of course, irony, such as Mark Twain’s famous quip, “The reports of my death are greatly exaggerated.”

These are all examples of the playful way language is typically pulled apart and snapped back together in a surprising way by humor with underlying tension. A noseless, pungent dog. The redness of blood. The lameness of the pun reword, which in modern parlance would probably be called a “dad joke”. And finally, Twain’s quip in particular, which is a great example of tension: one’s own death is an often-avoided topic, and so if it is broached via a juxtaposition of understatement it can be very funny indeed. We might even say that joking about one’s own death is an act of death-defiance, a laughing in the face or mortality.

Of course, there are many unsettling facts of living which when put in a humorous context can nevertheless bring us great joy. For some people and in some situations comedy is the preferable means of addressing those facts, actually. Anything said to be “too soon”, “in poor taste”, or “off limits” would be a subset of a larger collection of topics which are felt to be “sensitive”. Some folks might hear jokes about death as more disturbing than others would: an elderly person near the end of their life could be appreciably upset by a joke about dying, especially if that joke is told by someone much younger than them. See, this is how the teller and the audience are both integral to the context and every joke told is a situation in and of itself.

The most popular comedy is therefore the kind that transcends time and space, spanning cultures and generations. What “doesn’t hold up well” later is usually something that was already set within too narrowly specific cultural terms; as an example, there is a Marx Brothers scene in their 1932 film Horse Feathers in which a phrase of that time period is punned upon:
Secretary: “The Dean is furious. He’s waxing wroth.”
Groucho’s character: “Is Roth out there, too? Tell Roth to wax the Dean for a while.”
“Wroth”, meaning “wrathful” or “full of anger” and having roots going all the way back to Proto-Indo-European, is now, in the 21st century, a very antiquated word. “Waxing” with the sense of “becoming” is less outmoded but still more often in English these days would indicate “a cosmetic procedure in which hair is removed from the body by the application and removal of wax”. Exhibiting more staying power is Groucho’s joke later in the movie in which he tells Chico Marx’s character, “You’ve got the brain of a four-year-old boy, and I bet he was glad to get rid of it.” The sort of timelessness of this line owes to not only its communication of relatively permanent terms that move easily through large amounts of time and space but also to its taboo subject matter: specifically, the death of a child. Another instance of sort of timeless humor is “Time flies like an arrow; fruit flies like a banana.” Apparently the sentence has long had some relevance as an example in particular of the kind of syntactic ambiguity that would confuse artificial intelligence, even. But for our purposes here, it’s the cross-culture and cross-time aspects that are interesting, since time, flies, arrows, and bananas are so relatively universal.

It should be noted that the banana seems especially ripe with widespread and nearly perpetual comedic potential. Its phallic shape, slippery skin, and silly sounding name (“banana”) having both assonance and consonance have certainly long contributed to its ease of use as a funny object. Slipping on the peel of one, particularly, became a trope in the pratfalls of early 20th century American physical comedy. There’s a whole history of the banana in America, actually, that I will refrain from going into here much in the interest of time. In short, in the 1800s, before the advent of garbage hauling trucks, rotting banana peals were a danger in the streets of cities. People quite actually were slipping on them.

Tomatoes, too, now associated with the inverse—a negative reaction to a purportedly entertaining performance—have on a wide scale come to symbolize the audience taking the fruit power back, so to paraphrase. Rotten Tomatoes, maybe you know, is a website for movie reviews and aggregations of public opinions on movies, and it gets its name from the once more common act of throwing tomatoes (preferably in a rotting state so as to intensify their effect) at persons considered to have committed a social wrong. Until the 19th century some cultures—including American ones—grew the tomato only for decorative purposes and many people truly believed the tomato to be poisonous; its eventual translation to weaponry was therefore perhaps an understandable one.

So, on the one hand we have the banana representing the ability of the comedian to elicit laughter from the audience, and on the other we have the tomato representing the ability of the audience to elicit embarrassment from the comedian.

These two fruits, then, became important symbols in the discourse of humor—and eventually on a larger scale in the discourse of entertainment—due to their practicality, near cultural universality, and entertaining properties themselves: the slide-whistle sound of slipping on a banana peel; the satisfying splat of a soft tomato reaching its target.

When something sounds funny it is usually the result of surprise, juxtaposition, extremity, or absurdity, or some combination of these. Such features needn’t be strictly limited to association with concrete words, though. In 1960s, French musician Jean-Jacques Perrey joined with American composer/arranger Gershon Kingsley to make an album of synthesizer pop that would become The In Sound from Way Out!. In its day, the record seemed out of this world, both literally and figuratively, since they were among the first musicians to make mainstream electronic music and since the themes of their titles were mostly space-age—"Unidentified Flying Object”, “The Little Man From Mars”, and so on. Critical reaction to the album today, when popular music is steeped in electronic sounds, is less impressed by the inventiveness of the composition and construction (which included 275 hours of work and several miles of audio tape) and more inclined to see the music it contains as silly or irreverent, fruity in a word. Richie Unterberger of the AllMusic website, for example, writes:

The problem is, the end product—certainly after decades have removed the novelty value of electronic tones—is cheesy enough to skirt the boundaries of kitsch, with a boxy, mechanical texture and a music-box-run-amok feel.... There is a goofy charm to the mischievous placement of burps, gurgles, animal noises, and naive outer space-tinged themes. But with material that would be far more at home on the soundtrack of a children’s TV cartoon than a work of contemporary composition, this album is more of a curiosity than anything else.
A description of the album as a cheesy, kitschy, goofy and na├»ve curiosity might be satisfying enough to Perrey and Kingsley, however. In an 1998 interview, Perrey, when asked how he learned to produce “wacky” sounds using tape loops, answered:

Before I came to the United States, I met a man named Pierre Schaefer at the Studio of Contemporary Music Research in France. He showed me how to put prerecorded sounds together on tape. He was using the technique to create “serious” music, but when I came to the U.S. I wanted to use the technique to create humorous, popular music. I told him that I was going to America and was going to develop the process in a humorous way. I had his benediction.
“Serious way” versus “humorous way” and “contemporary composition” versus “cartoon music” are examples of power-steeped dichotomies that reveal as much about language and the speaker as they do about the subject matter. Unterberger’s implicit privileging of the serious over the funny is more obvious and one-sided than Perrey’s of the funny over the serious, and despite Perrey’s hint that he sees the popular and humorous as hand in hand, his tone is fairer and less judgmental in suggesting that the serious is not so much something he is undervaluing as it is just not really his inclination. To Unterberger, apparently though, the overtly comedic and populist intention and feel of The In Sound from Way Out! is damaging to its relevance.

If, ultimately, funniness (and lack thereof) is in the ear of the beholder, then the notion is relativist and anything and everything can be funny. Fine if people want to say that, but it doesn’t really help us understand what is commonly funny and why—what a given community or culture finds humorous at a given moment—and what that humor reveals about what we love and fear. The social aspect of humor determines democratically, in a way, how much quality a joke will have. The laughter a joke provokes, then—specifically the degree to which that laughter continues to take place across time and space—is the measure of that quality. Also, I would contend that seriousness need not necessarily be opposed to funniness, since each concept is dependent on the other for and by comparison. Laughing is obviously good for us, but like most things beneficial to our health it requires some amount of moderation. Too much straight-face and too much laughing can both be detrimental. Everyday life can be sometimes funny, other times serious, and countless shades in between that defy the funny/serious dichotomy. But most importantly, let’s see that humor itself is tense. In fact, metaphorically speaking, a joke is just the part of humor that appeals to us. The rest, made up of the hassles, annoyances, fears, and tragedies of everyday life, is the underlying fruit.

Saturday, February 17, 2018

On God, Guns, and Schools

I saw a picture of this t-shirt today shared in social media. To anyone claiming we would have less violence in public schools if we let religion to be taught thereviolence, I take it given recent events, like mass murder caused by mentally ill young men acquiring legal assault riflesI would respond that as a parent of a child in a public school I'm strongly opposed to the idea that my son should be encouraged to hold supernatural beliefs by that government institution, regardless of any positive effects there might eventually be. Actually and to the point, I feel most of the long term effects of such a change in federal law would be detrimental for our country.

To be clear, I'm not against the emotional comfort religious beliefs apparently bring some people. I respect your religion if it encourages you to be compassionate, kind, giving, and loving and if it helps you to feel comforted. Many kinds of belief systems can offer such benefits. I disagree with you, though, if you want to use supernatural beliefs to try to indoctrinate kids, who tend by nature to be very impressionable and will believe pretty much anything fanciful told to them—e.g. The Easter Bunny, The Tooth Fairy, Santa Claus, God. Indeed, my wife and I don't tell our son (who is 7) those other three characters exist either, and neither do we tell him any of them don't exist. We simply do not tell him, "There is a Tooth Fairy." Being secular humanists, as my wife and I might be categorized, in addition to being parents isn't always easy, really, especially when someone unfamiliar with us asks our son what he's going to do with a lost tooth or asks what Santa brought him.

Our son has a children's book which we bought him on biological evolution and which he likes to read. It's titled Our Family Tree: An Evolution Story. Obviously we are okay with teaching him science at home and at school. I would add, however, that we are very careful to say to him that "evolution" is what most scientists think is happening on our planet so that all these life forms have existed. Will anyone who proselytizes to kids about religion ever similarly qualify their statement on a proposed existence of God or Creationism? Not likely. Religious proselytizers don't typically say to children, "Most priests think there is a God." Rather, they almost always couch their statements in parental and presupposing terms like "Jesus loves you".

While the notion of anyone saying "Jesus loves you" to my son makes me shudder, in fact my personal beliefs don't enter into this aspect of being his father at all. As a parent, my primary job as I see it is to protect my son from harm and let him be who he naturally is in his own way and in his own time. My wife and I are much more into staying out of his path in that regard and letting him play with ideas than telling him he should believe one cosmological thing and not another. We do talk basic science with him, because science deals with the observable and provides measurable results. Science is taught in schools for those reasonsfor its practical, everyday applicationsand therefore I support the continuation of its being taught. I do not support, though, any amount of eradication of the federal separation of church and state. To me, abolishing that separation would be anti-American, anti-enlightenment, essentially a retreat to the dark ages. I would even be relieved if the words "under God" were removed from the Pledge of Allegiance, because it was Cold War fear and anti-socialism propaganda that put them there in the first place.

In any case, we still have the problem of how to make American public schools safer, which in this context means asking how parents like my wife and me can stop dropping our son off at school and fearing today will be the day he is brutally gunned down by a culture that values its guns and religion more than its safety and science. I think I know one thing that would help. How about bucking the NRA and reversing the 22-year federal ban on gun violence research?