Spreading Around The Patronage
One of my favorite acts, the mighty Tackhead, is still taking payments to produce a project called "Sharehead." It's more fan-supported music sponsorship, but it's notable that it goes beyond value-added material like videos and extras and self-determined price structures. This model provides, for a 200 euro cost, the ability to choose what songs are recorded for the album and get exclusive copies of those CDs before they go on iTunes (the CDs are for "shareholders" only). The band notes that other acts have tried something similar, but I'm not sure how many have gone this far.
There are a few things I like about this model - Tackhead has a cult following, so they're able to draw on a fanbase that would support this kind of project. Second, they're extremely talented musicians, so there's low risk on this investment for fans and a decent return on investment (and I'll end the stockbroker talk right here - but c'mon, they called it "Sharehead"). Finally, there's been very little material released under this name in a long time, so there's probably a lot of demand from fans.
The price seems a little high at first glance (and I'm not up to my dollar-to-euro conversions), and they admit on the website that they haven't reached the goal of 1oo shareholders yet. And I'm not sure how likely this model is to be adopted by up-and-coming musicians - some might not be comfortable with that level of access, some might not be able to drum up the demand, and some might not be able to produce the exclusive material needed to sweeten the pot for the investors. I might suggest producing audiophile-quantity vinyl (more collector cache, but I'm not sure about the expense). Finally, the thought of putting music and stocks in the same category may leave a few people cold. Art should be more than an economic commodity. Still, it's an interesting experiment. If I'm able to stop paying veterinarian bills soon, it might be worth an investment.
Some Interesting Bass Quotes from Mike Watt
Mike Watt, late of the Minutemen and Firehose and now with the Stooges, fairly defines what a punk bassist should be - makes the songs work, plays memorable lines, and always goes all-out. This article found him ruminating on the "Watt Commandments" of bass:
The bass has got some righteous karma and politics—you look good making other cats look good, and the more notes you play, the littler you get. It’s an eternal struggle for the right notes. Which I think should never be solved.
My favorite is this quote:
In the bathroom, people look at the tile—I look at the grout! That’s the way I relate to the bass, too. I don’t try to be too definitive. It’s funky about the bass. I see a guy with a righteous bassline and I wanna meet him—‘I really like that bassline!’ And I find out the guy’s been playing two months because his buddy made him! That’s how righteous it is! You can write good basslines when you’re just starting. It’s not the most notes—it’s the right notes!
I get the point, and it's a great one. I'm still never going to look at my bathroom the same way again.
And then there's this one:
In the old days, there was a huge hierarchy and bass is where you put your retarded friend, the right-field little leaguer—in punk, everybody was lame, so the bass equaled out. So I try to tell them . . . ‘A lot of times you ain’t gonna be the one writing the songs, but there are a lot of ways to do it.’ The instrument is still in a stage of mystery and self-realization.
For most rock and pop music, he's exactly right. And it's the last part of the statement that's kind of exciting to me. Historically speaking, the bass guitar is young. Infant young. Whereas most of the orchestral instruments have widely accepted pedagogy, musicians like Stanley Clarke are just now starting to put together more structured and refined ways to play the bass guitar. That means things are still wide open, whether it's finding a bassist's role in a rock song or trying something totally experimental, like Squarepusher. I'm sure a lot of the effort will end up in the compost heap, as scraps best used for creative fertilization of the next round of ideas, but that's a great place to be.
Good Weekend All Around
I'm still recovering from both the schadenfreude of watching the Patriots lose yesterday and the chili contest that accompanied said viewing - an excellent cap for the weekend. All is right with the football world (minus a Steelers Super Bowl win), and life can continue on a positive course. Since the Pro Bowl means nothing, that'll be the end of football talk for a bit.
The new hard drive is in my system, and I've got both an OS X and a Vista partition running without incident. The only hassle so far has been reloading data (not major, as I could just copy data over from the old drive) and programs (slightly more, 'cause I have to hunt down old serial numbers from upgrades). The upshot of it is that I now have more space on the Mac side for music projects, and the Vista side is ready for work on my upcoming laptop book.
I saw the U2 3-D movie over the weekend, and it was an interesting experience. The music was overall decent to this casual listener (aside from a seemingly flat section in "Beautiful Day"), and there were no overwhelming "COMING RIGHT AT YOU!" moments (again, aside from an obligatory Bono reaching out towards the camera - what did you expect?). The drum set stood out particularly well, as did some of the crowd shots, and there were some drawn-in and composited special effects that were interesting as well. It did carry a "layered" look to it - the effects at times appeared on very flat panes that seemed stacked on each other. Still, a decent spectacle.
Worst Snowpacalypse Ever
Are you kidding me?!
How do you go from predicting 8 to 12 inches of snow to the little bit of slushy mess my snow shovel scoffed at? Seriously, I felt the shovel questioning why I ever took it outside. Like Sting (the Tolkien sword, not the overblown, pompous rock star), it searched valiantly for frozen foes to vanquish, discovered none to be found, muttered silently to itself, and went back to sleep.
Shows what happens when you install World of Warcraft on the Doppler computers.
At least the lack of impending doom means I'm free to enjoy the previously mentioned First Friday activities unfettered by disaster and death.
Final Snowpacalypse Preparation
- Ice melt spread liberally on walks and stairs - check
- Ergonomic snow shovel - check
- Website bookmarked for business and school closings - check
- Hastily procured provisions from grocery store, bought in panicked frenzy (as is the custom) - check
- Altar to ward off snow gods - check
- Snow Yeti traps . . .
Crap, I knew I forgot something.