DRM Is Dead

Nevermind-1 Call me a freak, but I’ve never actually heard the music of Nirvana, except for “Teen Spirit,” which is popular enough to be unavoidable, and the Unplugged album, which I bought because it had covers of two Meat Puppets tracks. OK, so now I’m listening to Nevermind for the first time (having a bit of trouble figuring out why Cobain is so famous – most of it sounds as lame now as the rest of grunge did in the summer of ’91).

Amazon just opened up their MP3 music store, and it’s huge – not just in size, but in what it means for DRM’d music. 2.3 million songs for starters, all in standard MP3 format in excellent fidelity (256kbps), and all DRM-free. iTunes charges extra for the privilege of getting hi-fi tracks without DRM; with Amazon it’s the default.

iTunes has historically had clear advantages over web-based music stores from a UI/performance/integration perspective, but Amazon has worked hard to make the problems of doing all of this without a dedicated/integrated app go away. I’ve been begging eMusic to add an inline music player for years now, but nothing has changed. Amazon gets it right on the first try.

Amazon does require a helper app if you want to download whole albums though (which is the only way I buy). The helper app is available for Windows and Mac right out of the gate; Linux version coming soon. I found the Mac version buggy – it promised to transfer tracks directly into iTunes, but didn’t. And the preferences panel refused to open until I relaunched the app. I’m seriously considering dropping the eMusic subscription I’ve kept up for years. Will have to study more to see how their catalogs compare.

The eMusic subscription model is a mixed bag. On one hand, it’s a killer deal. But like Netflix, it’s only a deal if you actually use it. So every month I dutifully surf through my saved items and grab my 60 tracks, even if I’m too busy to digest them properly. The upside is that it’s sort of a commitment to expose myself to something new every month. Amazon’s pay-as-you-go model makes more sense financially for occasional buyers, but without the subscription goading me to discovery, I can imagine myself buying – and discovering – less music. You have to be more pro-active to keep new tracks flowing.

The critical missing piece at Amazon is the lack of informational context. iTunes includes reviews and metadata from the All Music Guide, and eMusic hires actual music writers to generate tons of interesting/useful summary info and magazine-style essays. Amazon relies entirely on customer reviews. If there are none, you’re on your own. Not a terrible thing, but I do like to learn a bit about the artist before diving in. [Correction: Amazon does include contextual information for some artists, but not for albums (that I can see).

Hrm… their Captain Beefheart section includes two albums I’ve never heard or heard of, while their Meat Puppets selection includes almost nothing (and none of the good stuff). Give ’em a break – it’s a fresh service. But you’d think it wouldn’t be hard to get SST on board.

Anyway – the important thing is the precedent this establishes. If Amazon can do DRM-free, non-proprietary digital distribution deals with these major labels, it’s the final nail in the coffin. DRM is over (for music anyway). Tears shed by no one.

Music: Nirvana :: On A Plain

John Coltrane, Transcribed to Limericks

Catching up on the past month at stuckbetweenstations (working backwards):

M.I.A., with the Radio On: Roger on how British/ Sri Lankan aural graffiti artist M.I.A. cribs lovingly from Jonathan Richman.

Das Kapital: Scot, short blurb on an incredible music video by Russian socio-economic soldier / popstar Lyapis Trubetskoy.

John Coltrane, Transcribed to Limericks: Roger’s sui-generis limerick transcription of John Coltrane’s Live at Birdland, including the bonus track available only on CD:

Afro-Blue

A fleet-fingered drummer named Mongo
Wrote a rhythm best suited for bongo
But Trane tore it asunder
Elvin thrashed through the thunder
You could hear it from Jersey to Congo.

Listening to the Water: Roger, with a New Orleans odyssey on the second anniversary of the Hurricane Katrina disaster.

Doldrums: Rock Film Redux: Scot, on the tradition of film being played behind live rock performances, emphasis on the films of Scott Hamrah and Chris Fujiwara behind the “post-rock” (sorry) jams of Boston’s Cul de Sac.

Music: Paul Desmond :: Take Ten

Village Music, R.I.P.

Pcard-South Nice profile in the SF Chronicle on Mill Valley’s legendary record store Village Music, or, more specifically, on the fact that it’s shutting its doors at the end of this month after 60-some years in business. To a certain extent, the store’s demise could be related to the fact that the owner has steadfastly refused to adopt a shred of 21st century technology (or even latter-20th):

Goddard does not own a cell phone or use e-mail. His store does have a Web site, but his wife has to take him there. His store telephone is a rotary dial. He does not take credit cards. He does not even sell by mail order (“I like to see who I sell my records to,” he says). He does own two ’50s Chevys.

But those same Luddite qualities are probably a part of the reason why the store has become renowned as it is – Goddard is about the music, and nothing else. Sadly, one can’t say that about many of the record stores left in the country. And the ones that do remain aren’t long for this world.

Goddard quotes Rolling Stone magazine saying that 36 percent of this country’s record stores have closed since 2003 and credits his staying in business as long as he did to “stubbornness.” “I outlasted Tower,” he says. “Who’d-a thunk?”

A tear falls.

Music: Jonathan Richman :: Dodge Veg-O-Matic

Tom Snyder in Tomorrowland

For Stuck Between Stations, Roger Moore revisits Tom Snyder’s signature 1970s/80s interview program The Tomorrow Show, on which Snyder shared a stage with the likes of Joe Strummer, Iggy Pop, John Lydon, and a shockingly bare-faced Bono. Tom Snyder in Tomorrowland:

When a haggard, bloody-lipped, gap-toothed Iggy Pop came to the interview chair looking like he had just gone fifteen rounds in the ring with Leon Spinks, Snyder had the good sense to hold back and let him get his bearings for more than four minutes. Then Iggy started riffing on the distinctions between Dionysian and Apollonian art, and tossing off a prodigious list of musical inspirations.

Also: The secret connection between Wendy O. Williams of the Plasmatics and Martha Stewart, unveiled at last.

Music: Frank Zappa :: Rat Tomago

Monk’s Dream

Those of you who have been checking Birdhouse for a long time may remember Rinchen, one of my oldest friends, who used to comment here. Two years ago he sold everything he owned – including his amazing record collection – and moved into a Buddhist monastery for three years of almost total silent meditation. At intervals he’s able to take time out to communicate with friend and family, so a while back I wrote him asking what music ran through a monk’s mind, hoping to run it on Stuck Between Stations. A few days ago received a beautiful perambulation on Sun Ra, John Cage, Sly, Jorge Ben and more.

The LP, Unspun

Groove200 Is a record not spun a record not played? Dragging a needle across old, brittle vinyl records or wax cylinders can damage them — not something you want to do with rare historical recordings. At the Library of Congress, researchers have developed a scanner that can extract audio from records by scanning them digitally – no spinning required. Images are analyzed and transformed back into audible sound. “Stuck” records magically become unstuck, while physically broken records can be pieced back together with great results.

How does it sound? “The machine is not adding its own color. It’s not adding anything of its own nature,” says the device’s developer. The samples on the NPR site are low-res internet audio, but the comparisons to the original are impressive, despite a persistent background hiss.

The technology could eventually become available to general consumers, meaning that the daunting task of MP3-encoding piles of vinyl would become way less daunting. It’s a strange and beautiful world.

Thanks Jeb

Music: Haruna Ishola and his Apala Group :: Ganiyu Ajimobi

Globe of Frogs: Stuck on Bastille Day

Over at Stuck Between Stations, we’ve posted a Francophile follow-on to last week’s Stuck on the Fourth of July to celebrate Bastille Day, this one titled Globe of Frogs: Stuck on Bastille Day.

For the past 231 years or so, a favorite American pastime has been to pretend to hate the French, while secretly admiring French cuisine, art, architecture, philosophy, and yes, even its music. And the French have helped us become ourselves.

Roger, Malcolm, Christian and me on the French and French-Connected music that stirs our souls, rattles our cages, rocks our worlds, and powers our trips. Serge Gainsbourg, Malajube, Magma, Jonathan Richman, Gong, and lots more.

Music: Charles Trenet :: Que reste-t-il de nos amours?

Chocolate Powder of England

Miles: “I’m going to sprinkle magic dust on your head and make you a rock and roll star! You’ll play drums and I’ll play xylophone.”

We then proceeded to form a series of bands with the following names, each of them dutifully introduced to an audience of one (Amy) with a shouted “El Cerrito, are you read to rock and roll?,” changing instrumentation with each iteration, none of them lasting longer than a few minutes:

The Electric Motors
Plato of the USA
The Growing Plant of the Maraca That’s Been Fired
Chocolate Powder of England
Blue Bamboo
The Electric Pennies
Chalk Dust Slipper

Music: Meters :: What’cha Say

Stuck on the Fourth of July

A couple days late, but hey – tardiness is a hallmark of countless great musicians, so I guess we can ride that wagon too. The crew of Stuck Between Stations has teamed up to compile a comprehensive, all-over-the-map, annotated 4th of July audio/video playlist: Stuck on the Fourth of July. From James Brown and Gerald Ford to Wilco and Public Enemy to Robert Wyatt and Sleater Kinney to Wendy Rene and Funkadelic, to XTC and the Minutemen. It’s what America means to us.

Many thanks to Roger for the nutty amount of legwork required to pull this one together.