iTunes podcasting: feh.

As the new iTunes podcasting integration requires one to turn on the music store access in the app, I must say: fuck that shit.

Also, what the fuck is up with the visual overload in the store UI, people? How on Earth can anyone with the visual sensibilities of sea cucumber possibly understand when, how, or if they are purchasing something? It’s like plucking your eyeballs from your head and dunking them into a molten pot of lead, eyestalks distended but intact, transmitting the sight of the sparking bright orange surface into your brain right up until they fry horribly in the liquid metal.

Gawd. I have no idea how you people can put up with that crap.

Mash

I spent a part of last spring interviewing participants in and observers of mash-up culture for an overview piece that appears in Now Playing’s current issue, which went into distribution about a month and a half ago. I structured the piece as a history, beginning with Mark Gunderson’s recollections of developing the Whipped Cream Mixes with the ECC in the 90s. The issue includes at least a glancing look at the new Gorillaz release as well.

So you might say I found the new cover of Wired unusually compelling.

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Neil Gaiman interviews Gorillaz, for Pete’s sake.

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This bit of creative copy – “The History of Mash-Ups, by William Gibson” – was especially entertaining. Gibson’s piece relates the avant-garde creative method that William S. Burroughs dubbed the ‘cut-up,’ to the current fooraw over sampling and borrowing to deep Western historical roots. It’s a cogent observation.

Understandably, that’s not what I thought I was about to read when I flipped to the piece. Still, I laughed heartily upon seeing the cover. It’s just not credible that Now Playing is prompting competitive moves from Wired. At best, I think maybe I channelled some aspect of Wired’s editorial decision-making when I pitched this story – and others – to Now Playing.

Now, if I can do it again next issue – well, that would be success of a sort, I think.

Guitar

The time has arrived.

I am in the market for a mid-range acoustic guitar. I am considering the current O-series mahogany Martins, but have always played pre-owned instruments and would be thrilled to find an older guitar as well. Currently the Trading Musician has their usual broad selection, including a 1979 Gibson, a 1975 Guild, and a Martin J21M as well as several Martins priced well out of my range. After years of pawnshop trolling, I had come to think of the Trading Musician as a bit pricey, but compared to the undeniably mouthwatering goods available online from Jet City Guitars (at the time of linking, the lowest-listed guitar price is over $2k), and there are several items listed at over $10k), the listed prices and selection appear quite reasonable.

You know, that ’33 is more or less what I want, come to think of it. It’s over my budget, though.

As it happens, just up the street from the Trading Musician is the Folkshop (apparently and appropriately not online), which always has new and used Martin inventory on hand.

For the record, my current guitar is an end-mounted tension-bridge parlor Stella (but quite unlike the guitars that site celebrates, mine is more like these). Mine is probably from the 1970s. It’s covered with stickers and some ill-advised marker graffiti from the previous stewards, now lost in the mists of time. When I started playing it, it sounded like shit and played like an instrument of torture. The action was high enough that it hurt to fret it, and when I lowered the action, the fret buzz made the thing into a cousin of the sitar. The original machine heads in conjunction with the end-mounted tension bridge meant that for ages I was convinced that the instrument could not stay in tune.

After many years of fiddling, I can report that the instrument has a decent voice, at long last, and while it’s still a bear to fret, the action is not nearly the painful torture mechanism it once was.

I once knew a kid who moved to the US to attend high school from his native Venezuela. He told me about how he learned to skateboard. He was a gifted skater who was able to outperform most of the other kids we hung out with. His first skateboard was made by nailing the wheels from a steel-wheeled adjustable roller skate to the bottom of a 2×4 plank.

Madness and Crowds

Spence and I headed to the waterfront last evening with the theoretical purpose of eating vast quantities of marine life while sunning ourselves on the deck of the pier which hosts The Fisherman’s restaurant. Our plans were thwarted by the unwelcome appearance of a very loud band playing very undistinguished top 40 covers on the stage of the public facility just on the other side of the outdoor dining area.

Undaunted, we surveyed the possibility of fish at one of the other waterfront eateries, only to be daunted by hourlong waits for walk-ins at each. In the end we settled for pasta at the Trattoria Mitchelli in Pioneer Square.

On our way back up the waterfront we ducked into the Owl and Thistle to find the alter-ego of local roots-rockers The Dusty 45s playing, The Vinyl Avengers. These guys do stripped down, cheesed-up covers of 50s and 60s top 40. They opened with “Taste of Honey” and worked through a range of material that included “Ring of Fire,” “Girl from Ipanema,” and an abbreviated “St. James Infirmary.” Billy, the lead singer, guitarist, and trumpeter, was his usual enthusiastic self.

I was able to get audio of the whole thing on the Treo, but haven’t listened to it or evaluated it yet.

Practice

For over a year, I have played music with Greg and Karel on Thursday nights.

Karel has had a raft of scheduling conflicts, and so we have rescheduled. Tonight, that meant that I had the pleasure of watching the Friends spinoff Joey for the first time.

It’s truly no wonder that Thursday nights were originally selected for practice.

Noted!

When Matt and Bart both remark on a show, I think it must mean something.

Matt, I’m sorry I am tardy with the details of your assignment. I believe I intend to blog it, and what with various housing-related things and my suddenly hyperactive social life, I have been procrastinating furiously.