Special Comment- The Death of Muxtape

I was going through old bookmarks, when I saw a bunch of Muxtape playlists that I had liked. I remembered that the site had been having some RIAA trouble, and I went to see if it was still up.

In short, no.

The story is worth checking out and reading fully, but basically the founder of Muxtape was in negotiations with the big record labels to try and license the content being hosted. The labels were receptive to a deal, but were strong-arming the founder over editorial control and independence. In the middle of negotiations, the RIAA served a DMCA notice on their web hosting service who then pulled the site.

This kind of thing irritates me to no end. I understand the financial pressures that musicians are under, and I understand the desire to want to recover revenue from listeners who are not paying for it. But, at the same time, stopping individual websites does absolutely nothing to disrupt the piracy that goes on. Furthermore, these websites that gather large numbers of listeners are hard to build up. Thus far, they have been much more successful than the label-sanctioned attempts to do legal music 2.0. It would be more cost efficient to try and divert even a small bit of that stream into your bank account than to try to dam up the river.

The thing is, like everything else, computers and the internet have made it easier to record and be heard. I, too, mourn the passing of big, expensive, recordings that use studio orchestras and scores of session musicians. I wonder if mega-tours or even music superstars will exist in 50 years. But I do know that record labels can no longer price their music as if they are selling a scarcity.

*This started as a Tuesday’s Top Tune post, but then Tuesday turned into Wednesday and it became no longer about a song. Maybe next week I will finally get the timing down right on one of these things.

Olivier Messiaen

Alex Ross has a new post about the centennial of Olivier Messiaen. I had the privelage of seeing pianist Jeff Payne perform Messiaen’s masterpiece, Vingt regards sur l’enfant-Jésus in a (I’m told) rare complete performance.

I found the experience completely disorienting. I found the lack of melody hard to deal with, and reminded me of what a terrible Philistine I am. I also had a huge moment of low self esteem when I was talking over the concert the day after with a friend of mine. He had heard and played many of Messiaen’s organ works, and heard much more harmonically in the piece than I did.

It has become another one of my Moby Dicks… there will be one day when I will hear more than a dense swirling of disjoined chords in that work.

End of the year lists

Uncut and Mojo have their end of the year lists out. I have not fully looked at the lists (I tend to look at them as an index of albums that I need to listen to anyway), but a quick perusal tells me that neither of them have Girl Talk’s Feed the Animals on them, unlike, say, Blender. Another post will have to deal with my problems with Girl Talk, but I don’t understand how even his biggest fans can really think that his album is the best new music that the year has to offer. At best, it is fun dance music, or an index of popular hooks. But the best of the year? Really?

Kulanjan- Taj Mahal and Toumani Diabate

The first metallic, tinkling notes of “Queen Bee” strike the ear as something both completely familiar and completely foreign. And of course that is exactly what the album is. Taj Mahal is the artist who has done the most work to keep the acoustic blues tradition alive. His music can sometimes archetypal, beautiful and great in the flawless execution of that which has been done before. Toumani Diabate is the most famous kora player in the world, son, grandson, great-grandson for many generations, heir to a long tradition of griot musicians.

It is easy to hear why these two musicians decided to work together. In the beginning of “Tunkaranke (The Adventurer),” the guitar and the kora intermingle in a long, slow, loping rhythm, losing each other in the webs of intermingled chords. At times, it is hard to distinguish which instrument is which. The music sways, smoothly, and for a minute, it is like you can feel the revolution and the passing of time and the journey and the spirit that separates and joins the strings together…

Other tracks, like “Mississippi-Mail Blues” start by grounding themselves in familiar folk rhythms and chords, before going on a bewildering cascade of sharp rhythms and pleasant riffs. Really, beyond the symbolism of the Delta Blues combined with the Malian Griot music, this album is special because of the musicianship behind it. The album would not work, as a symbol or otherwise, were it not for the unbelivable chops of Toumani Diabate or the rich texture of Taj Mahal’s guitar and voice. As much as the album is a celebration of great cultures, it is a celebration of great artists. It then is no surprise that the result is great music.

TV On The Radio * Dear Science

From the opening notes of “Halfway Home” we know that this is a different TVOTR. All of the same elements are there- Tunde Adebimpe’s voice that manages to wail and be soulful at the same time, David Sitek’s noisy production and Jaleel Bunton and Gerard Smith’s tight and ever interesting rhythem section. But they are different, more restrained, more polished.

Every new record, from Desperate Youth, Blood Thirsty Babes to Return to Cookie Mountain has felt like an attempt to keep or increase the intensity of their early songs while editing and polishing. Dear Science has maintained the frenetic restlessness of the other albums while giving them a wonderful cohesion and restraint. On “Dancing Choose,” there is a riff played in the chorus with a completely un-distorted guitar; I never thought that I would hear that on a TVOTR record.

The range on the record is pretty impressive. The sound of Return tended to be fairly dark and morose with the exception of “Wolf Like Me,” but Dear Science has everything from the pensive, confessional moans of “Stork and Owl” and “Family Tree” to the danceable, energetic “Golden Age.”

It surprises me how many truly beautiful moments there are on the record: the chorus to “Dancing Choose,” all of “Cryin’,” “DLZ.”

“Golden Age” was released as a single, but for my money, “Cryin'” is the breakout hit of the record. It is an astonishingly good song, and it, dare I say it, has radio potential. If there is a song which will propel this band into the league of those that I can no longer afford to see live, it will be this song.

In short, this is a great album. All 11 songs of the regular release are top-quality and more than a few of them have sparks of genius. Buy it. If you don’t want to buy it, just buy “Cryin.'”

9.0