Sometimes the political process works

Last Thursday, Tim Westergren from Pandora visited Nashville and held a little town hall meeting before heading out to the clubs to look for new artists. We met upstairs at Bongo After Hours, and that very small space was completely filled -- they figured out how to let us all in, which included seating us on the floor of the stage all around Tim as he talked. It was standing room only -- for him. He was extremely charming; he kind of reminded me of the drummer in That Thing You Do! (only more mature, since that character was in high school.) He is the very definition of down to earth. He talked about what the company's all about, and some of the challenges they've faced, and he talked to us about our experience of using the service. (If you don't know what Pandora is, read this post.)

Tim used to tour with a band himself, and it shows. He is extremely proud of being able to provide good jobs for musicians (who he hires to analyze the music's "genes") and also of the way his service hooks listeners up with music they will like that they wouldn't otherwise have heard. He asked for cds from the crowd (this being Nashville, some audience members represented labels and many were in bands.) That music will be listened to for quality, and analyzed for the genome project if it makes the cut. The breadth and sheer amount of music on Pandora is truly impressive.

Pandora almost had to go off the air this summer, along with every other internet radio station, because a change in the way they pay the artists was poised to go into effect that would be four times the amount of airplay on a regular radio station. I kept reading about this all through the spring and summer, and heard about it on NPR, and then, miraculously, the deadline passed and internet radio is still on the air. What happened was the people cried out! As the deadline loomed, people faxed and called their representatives, jamming up the fax machines and phone lines. Congress decided something was wrong, and the rate change was held up, and a new agreement is now being negotiated.

I have mentioned before that I usually have mixed feelings on most political issues; not this one. Radio in this country is abysmal; now all of a sudden it's not and let's keep it that way! I think small labels love internet radio.

The last time I remember such a wonderful outcome from the political process was when four more weeks of Daylight Savings Time were added. That is the Bush administration's most (only?) positive legacy.

Why are men so proud of not eating vegetarian food?

I frequently encounter men who do not like vegetarian food. I'm not talking about just quietly not liking vegetables, which would be fair enough. (I know people who don't like fruit and even people who don't like water, so there's really no limit to how basic a food or entire food group might be and there exist people who do not like it.) I'm talking about men who go on at some length about how they like meat and only meat and bring on the meat, and imply if not state outright that a man who likes vegetables excessively is less of a man. One person I know who speaks like this even loves vegetables and vegetarian food, if you judge by what he enjoys eating and not by what he says.

Each man needs to have a certain critical mass of masculine signifiers. I approve of this; I am comfortable with men having a certain amount of masculinity. But many of the masculine signifiers require some kind of work, or sacrifice, or are painful in some way. Here are some: success, ambition, stoicism, being good at sports, doing the iron man competition, having big muscles, helping you move furniture, not crying when sad, pretending not to like delicious umbrella drinks, etc. But eating meat... there's one that requires little sacrifice (on the eater's part, that is.) Liking meat comes naturally. And hey, maybe many of the other masculine signifiers do too ... but most of them require work.

This reminds me of lyrics from one of my favorite songs by the inimitable Rev. Fred Lane:

From "The Man With the Foldback Ears"

(Song has a spaghetti western feel to it)

"A man wants to smell like a man

To crush a tin can in the palm of his hand

This...

(sound of can being crushed)

...is a man."

Pandora is coming to Nashville

Pandora is a free music service with a unique focus, the Music Genome Project. Since 2000, the company has been analyzing music into "genes," such as major or minor key tonality, gangsta rap attitude, avante-garde leanings, ambient soundscapes, a vocal-centric aesthetic, and my favorite, excessive vamping. Here is Wikipedia's list of Music Genome Project's genes. Go in, type in a song or a band you like, and Pandora will play other songs with a similar musical genotype. Then if you register, you can create a number of personal "channels."

Tim Westergren, Pandora's founder, is coming to speak in Nashville next Thursday night. It's at Bongo Java After Hours. It's free and open to the public, but you need to RSVP at tour@pandora.com. Most likely that same email address would be where you'd write if you're wondering whether Tim will also be coming to your city.

I've known about Pandora for a year, and honestly haven't done much listening to it, but I'm going to commit to it from now til next Thursday so that I can get the most possible out of the event. I am finding so far that the best strategy is to find a number of channels you like, then hit "Quick mix" so the player can mix it up -- otherwise it gets pretty repetitive. Biggest musical surprise of the morning: a Radiohead song came up for me! And I actually liked it!

My Musical Taste is HORRIBLE!

One's own taste is, by definition, self-evidently good. People will tell you they are bad people, or ugly, or stupid, or a bad parent, but rarely, if ever, will anyone perceive themselves as having poor taste in music, or colors, or people, or clothes, etc.

I was recently accused of having bad taste in music, and not for the first time, either. Here's the situation: I spent the day with someone, and in the morning we listened to some of my selections on the Hype Machine, which he was apparently fine with. And then in the evening, we again listened to more selections, which he again seemed to think was perfectly ok. Until... he reached his breaking point and told me my music was Horrible! Horrible! Just Horrible! Not at all Melodic! I was unsurprised by the horrible part (like I said, I've heard this one before) but non-melodic was a real surprise, because I consider these pop songs. This was not Schoenberg; this was not Black Flag. Too simple, I could understand; too upbeat and poppy, likewise; too obscure, certainly; but non-melodic?

In a week or two I will begin posting songs for your consideration. I view this as a combination apologia/educational outreach/general forum for the discussion of music in general and musical taste in particular. Please feel free to comment and for now, I recommend the Farmer John versions posted below.

Meanwhile, findings from a Zogby poll about correlations between taste in media and self-reported place on the political spectrum here (HT: Freakonomics Blog) and a psychological test about musical taste here.

Farmer John

Check out these four versions of Farmer John at the blog Mainstream Isn't So Bad... Is It?