“Symptoms” – New Ruins
Evocative, echoey, and hypnotic, “Symptoms” unwinds to an irresistible 7/4 beat that manages to move with clock-like precision and yet also with that irregular seven-count glitch. The odd but resolute beat, kept largely by an acoustic guitar lick (and only intermittently by any percussion at all), works as a central focal point, a reliable ground on top of which muddier elements–the reverbed vocals, the indistinct background drone–can operate without entirely deconstructing the song. “Symptoms” feels at once dainty and rough-edged, traditional and experimental; the way the strings (cello and violin, it seems) bow plaintive melodies over and around a loose mash of softly clanging, echoing guitars (in particular beginning at 1:48), with a drumbeat that rarely rises about the sound of a heartbeat, kind of sums up the idiosyncratic amalgam the band appears to be seeking.
Once a duo, New Ruins, from Illinois, has expanded to quintet for their second CD, entitled We Make Our Own Bad Luck, which was released at the end of April on Parasol Records. MP3 via Parasol.
Author: jeremyfingertips
Free and legal MP3: Jar-e (old-fashioned soul with an indie slant)
“3 Leaf” – Jar-e
With a genuine groove, the likes of which we don’t often hear in the indie rock world, “3 Leaf” slithers its way into my brain and then kind of just stays there. This song does not have hooks as much as moments: the big-voiced way Jar-e (real name: Jon Reid) sings at the outset of the verse; the sudden—perfect—appearance of horn charts in the chorus; the casual build-up to the song’s central metaphor (a “three-leaf clover”; not good luck, in other words).
Embodying an unabashed, old-fashioned sound (heck, it’s even got a saxophone solo), “3 Leaf” is something of an anomaly—a big-hearted blast from the past, seeking to be nothing if not accessible, that nonetheless has the spunky, independently-produced spirit of the ’00s. Take those horns, for instance: while bringing to mind the horns you might hear on a soul record from the ’60s, they’re actually kind of edgy and intricate–they don’t offer punch as much as ongoing counterpoint.
You’ll find “3 Leaf” on Jar-e’s second album, Chicas Malas, which was released in February on Exotic Recordings, based in the decidedly unexotic town of Bridgeport, Connecticut. Reid grew up in Norfolk, Virginia and is currently based in Asheville, NC. Thanks to the hard-working Largehearted Boy for the head’s up.
The Fingertips Q&A: Jill Sobule
Every month, the Fingertips Q&A sends five questions about the state of music in the digital age to one actual, working musician. I’ve gotten to where I’d much rather find out what someone who’s out there trying to earn a living wage in the music industry thinks about all this stuff than read the bloviations of one more blogger or technology expert.
This month I’m delighted to get some perspective from singer/songwriter Jill Sobule. Although she started recording albums long before anyone was even dreaming of a digital music scene (her first record came out in 1990), Sobule emerged this year at the cutting edge of music industry innovation when she released an album, California Years, that was funded entirely through fan donations. Aiming for $75,000, she ended up with $89,000. The very music industry honchos who would traditionally ignore an artist as witty and idiosyncratic as Sobule might now learn a thing or two from her.
Free and legal MP3: the Sweet Serenades (happy/sad indie pop from Sweden)
“Die Young” – the Sweet Serenades
Despite the bright guitar line, winsome beat, perky synthesizer, and, even, bongos(!), this melodic toe-tapper is poignant through and through. (Sad lyrics to happy music is a perpetually satisfying pop music trick.) The band’s Martin Nordvall here trades vocals with guest Karolina Komstedt from Club 8, and the story is a wistful, disconnected one: smitten, he sings how he loves to linger in the morning and watch her breathe; she, forty seconds later, “not looking for love,” sings, “In the morning/You stay a little too long.” Ouch.
One of my favorite moments happens early, as the song is still setting itself up: when Nordvall sings “I haven’t been myself lately” (0:35), the words “been myself” form a sort of triplet, the second two syllables each coming ahead of the beat while—this is the cool thing—underneath, one of the guitars slashes three evocative chords precisely in rhythm with all three parts of the syncopated phrase. Okay, subtle, but it’s the kind of thing that to me signals a song of merit and purpose. I like too how one of Komstedt’s two heavy introductory sighs—before you actually hear her begin singing—come right ahead of that lyrical line.
Based in Stockholm, the Sweet Serenades are Nordvall and lead guitarist partner Mathias Näslund, who have apparently been inseparable since finding one another wearing the same then-hip Soviet CCCP hat and riding similar bikes as teens in 1991. “Die Young” is from the band’s full-length debut, Balcony Cigarettes, released last month on Leon Records.
Free and legal MP3: Deer Tick (gruff but lovable quasi-Americana)
“Easy” – Deer Tick
For a band with roots in Rhode Island, this one has something of the big, lonesome prairie about it, provided that you put a garage somewhere in the middle of that prairie and plugged a guitar or two into it. We’ll need a drum kit too. And a carton of cigarettes.
After the spaghetti western surf rock of the rumbly introduction, the immediate thing that will impress you (or, not) about “Easy” is the roughened—well, okay, strangled—tone of front man John Joseph McCauley III. Perhaps an acquired taste, or perhaps something you won’t want to hear for more than three or four minutes at a time, but I urge you to ride this one out because the thing that ultimately gives this song its power is, I think, the juxtaposition of McCauley’s sore-throated rasp and the urgent poise of its simple, well-crafted music. Listen to how the galloping verses leave you aching for resolution and how well the rock-solid chorus delivers it: an uncomplicated melody perched upon a flowing guitar line, everything shot through with the deep-seated authenticity of folk music, along with a shot of un-self-conscious ’70s southern rock.
Deer Tick began in 2004 as pretty much just McCauley, supported by a variety of side musicians. The band became a duo in ’07, and has evolved since then to a full-fledged quartet, now based in Brooklyn, like everybody else. “Easy” is the lead track off Deer Tick’s second album, Born on Flag Day, which will be released next month on Partisan Records, also based in Brooklyn. MP3 originally via Partisan, now via Better Propaganda.
Free and legal MP3: God Help The Girl (gorgeous Belle & Sebastian side-project)
“Come Monday Night” – God Help the Girl
Me, this is the voice I most feel like hearing after McCauley’s. I love that last song but listening to it makes my throat hurt. “Come Monday Night” is a delicious lozenge.
God Help the Girl is the name of a side project by Stuart Murdoch, the principal singer and songwriter of Belle & Sebastian. B&S fans will clearly hear the Murdochian touch here in terms of the lilting melody and the general (for lack of a better word) twee-ness. After the dreamy, wordless vocal introduction, featuring a spare piano and a touch of strings, “Come Monday Night” picks up speed and lushness as vocalist Catherine Ireton sings with a sweet but solid presence—her tone is pure but not sugary—and that place in the verse where the melody takes a gentle turn upwards, three times in a row (the phrase we first hear starting at 1:01): isn’t that just meltingly gorgeous? Each successive upward turn is a whole step above the previous one, and Ireton’s voice makes the expanding leaps with airy aplomb; this phrase is the song’s distinct hook, and a mighty example of Murdoch’s melodic gift. Who plants hooks so casually in the second half of a verse? There’s no chorus in the song; he didn’t need it.
Described as “a story set to music,” God Help the Girl is name of both the group and the album; it’s a project Murdoch has been working on intermittently since 2004. Ireton, from Scotland, is lead singer on 10 of the 14 songs; the vocalists were initially recruited via an internet ad in 2007. Ireton is otherwise one half of the duo Go Away Birds (Murdoch sings on one of the songs on the band’s EP); she is also the woman pictured on the sleeve for “The White Collar Boy,” a B&S single. There’s a nice video introduction to the whole thing on the project’s web site (scroll down). The album will be released next month on Matador Records; MP3 via Matador.
Free and legal MP3: Broken Records (brisk, folk-infused, toe-tapping tragedy)
“If Eilert Loevborg Wrote A Song, It Would Sound Like This” – Broken Records
We begin with a mournful folk melody, played on cello and accordion, full of sad old-country wisdom. An added mandolin leads to a tempo shift, and now we’re tapping our toes, but we’re still sad. Music is like that sometimes. Tragedy is in the air; Eilert Loevborg (or Ejlert Løvborg) is in fact Hedda Gabler’s flawed, doomed ex-lover in the Ibsen play. I haven’t been able to discover why this seven-piece Scottish band chose to write a song from the point of view of this particular character, but ours is not to question why. Listen instead to Jamie Sutherland’s commanding, rough-edged baritone and the unerring ensemble playing, led by the swift, crestfallen cello.
There’s a Northern air about all this—some elusive mix of Nordic and Scot, perhaps—but also something Eastern European, and then dawns the realization that at heart, old-country music blends nearly into one, from many different cultures. This might have to do with the violin (or fiddle) that lives in the center of so many folk traditions, or it might have to do with something deeper and more primordial in the human spirit. All I know is this band—whose members also play piano, trumpet, and glockenspiel in addition to guitar, bass, and drums—has a full and satisfying presence, the song a cumulative power. By the time Sutherland, with convincing torment, sings, “And does your husband know the lies that we’ve kept?/And has he ever felt that warmth from your bed?” (1:31), I feel that inner shift that happens when musical notes and instruments and voices combine in a way that touches the soul. We can sometimes point out when it happens but never can we ever truly say why.
“If Eilert Loevborg Wrote…” is from Broken Records’ debut CD, Until the Earth Begins to Part, scheduled for a May release on 4AD Records. MP3 via 4AD.
Free and legal MP3 from John Vanderslice (more well-produced, smartly written rock from indie hero JV)
“Fetal Horses” – John Vanderslice
Long-time Fingertips hero John Vanderslice returns on a new record label but with more of the wonderfully produced, smartly written music that has characterized his work to date. “Fetal Horses” is not necessarily a grabber but is a grower at once beautiful and unsettling.
The first handhold into the piece, for me, is that gorgeous transition from the end of the verse to the bridge, as he sings, “I wanted you/To come back to me again.” The line begins, actually, as if the beginning of the verse again, but drifts on the “you,” which meanders–while also enhanced by octave harmonies–into the rest of the line, hewing to a heartbreaking melody that is vintage Vanderslice, its beauty simultaneously enhanced and subverted by disquieting piano fingerings, deftly placed strings, and, oddly, the wheezing, high-pitched carnival organ that plays through much of the song. Keep an ear on both piano and organ, as they each seem sometimes to be accompanying a different song than this one, offering enticing juxtapositions and textures that play off the beauty much as the grim and elusive lyrics do. The guitar solo at 1:58 is another jarring-but-engaging highlight.
“Fetal Horses” is from the CD Romanian Names, to be released next month on Dead Oceans. And here’s a nice JV touch: the first 100 fans who pre-ordered the CD received an immediate download, plus a nicely-packaged snippet of the actual analog master tape used in recording the album. MP3 via Dead Oceans.
Free and legal MP3: Immaculate Machine (both urgent and good-natured, with martial flair)
“Sound the Alarms” – Immaculate Machine
With a clipped, martial beat, multifarious percussion, and gang vocals, “Sound the Alarms” has the vibe of something at once urgent and good-natured. It’s hard not to feel welcomed in by a song that begins: “Bad luck, my generation/The good ideas have all been taken.” Most of the lyrics, except the title phrase, are subsequently swallowed up by the ambiance, but a worthy ambiance it is, with the refreshing feeling of musicians actually playing and singing together at the same time in the same room. We’re I think supposed to get worked up about something, but not quite so worked up that we want to put down our instruments.
And I say yes, if you’re going to have a song dominated by a strong, repetitive beat, do exactly this: throw all sorts of percussive sounds into the mix, and if some of them sound like pots and pans, all the better. Invite a guitar in for a scorching solo two-thirds of the way through and you’ve just about got your song. (To be clear, I speak here without irony. I like this a lot. Sometimes I like tragic, sometimes I like fun. It’s a big world.)
A quintet from Vancouver, Immaculate Machine is fronted by childhood friends Brooke Gallupe and sometime New Pornographer Kathryn Calder; the band, at that point a trio, was featured on Fingertips in 2007. “Sound the Alarms” is from their fourth full-length CD, High on Jackson Hill, released this week on Mint Records.
Music is not like water, part three (Fingertips Commentary)
On Thursday and Friday of last week I posted the first two parts of this essay, which is the latest Fingertips Commentary on the main site (where it comes complete with a few footnotes). Today, I pick up with a discussion of the third “model.” You can always read the whole thing, with footnotes, at any time, on the main Fingertips site.
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As for the model number three: with its ready-made marketing slogan and futuristic, vaguely ecological sounding premise, Music-Like-Water should make you want to run away just from the overly packaged premise of the idea. And if that doesn’t do it, listening to Gerd Leonhard rhapsodize certainly might. Leonhard is the guy who basically invented this and rhapsodize is what he seems to do best.
“Once we can subscribe to music just like we subscribe to water, the music business will EXPLODE and we will enter a new ecosystem,” he has written. Well, hold on right there. Say no more. This is utopian thinking and utopian thinking never (ever) works. I’m always vaguely shocked when someone comes along espousing utopian ideas (don’t they realize it can’t work?), and equally shocked when people believe it (don’t they realize?).
While Leonhard is not off base in announcing, as many have, that the music industry’s traditional setup is inadequate to the task of dealing, either technologically or logistically, with the quantity of music available in a digital world, his solution–which he calls (guess what?) “inevitable”–is, rather, impossible.
It would take far too much coordination, joint effort, legal agreement, highly capable oversight and unprecedented regulatory prowess to create a fully functioning Music-Like-Water system. And if it’s not fully functioning–if there are only certain songs, certain kinds of music–it would be pointless to create. The underlying idea of M-L-W model is that everything is in the pipeline–all possible recorded music. If, instead, it only has some of the music you might be listening to–if, in other words, you’ll still have to gain access to other music in other ways–then the idea fails.
Of course, I believe it fails in any case. Beyond the “utopias don’t work” argument, the gaping problem with Music-Like-Water is–and this should be a “duh!” but, oddly, isn’t–music is not anything like water, or gas, or electricity, or anything at all that we “happily” pay for on a monthly basis, according to Leonhard (he also mentions internet access, wireless service, and cable TV).
Water is generic. Water is a physical substance that supplies a physical need. The water that flows freely into your house is the same water that flows freely into your next-door neighbor’s house. Your tap-water isn’t the product of an individual imagination. Your tap-water isn’t anyone’s artistic expression. Your tap water doesn’t feed your soul.
Gas and electricity are likewise generic commodoties that share nothing of music’s attributes; to compare the so-called “consumption” of music to the more literal consumption of the products brought to our house by utility companies is specious at best.
Comparing music to technological “subscriptions” such as internet access, wireless, or cable and satellite TV is hardly any better. Internet access and wireless are impersonal, generic, technological platforms upon which a diverse variety of individual activities are undertaken, and upon which all of these activities depend. A large-scale architecture and vast technological achievement, the platform itself must be connected to any given house before anything at all can happen. It makes sense for people to pay to bring the platform into their houses if they want to engage in the activities that depend upon the platform for their existence.
Traditionally, none of this has anything to do with how songs come into the world and find their way to an audience. Songs are initially created in an intimate setting, often by just one person, or at most by a small group of people. Songs are artistic creations, not generic technology. Technology, instead, comes into play in an effort to distribute the song. To reach a large audience, the song needs to be recorded and then that recording needs to be available via some widely employed playback technology or another.
For nearly roughly 100 years, there was no need for any kind of regional or national technological architecture to make this happen. You bought your vinyl record, or your cassette, or your CD, and put it in your own individual player, and played it.
The point of confusion–and the reason the Music-Like-Water idea was even conceived–is that nowadays, of course, music is, quite often, and increasingly so, delivered via a large-scale technological platform (i.e. the internet). This does not mean, however, that music is now itself a large-scale technological platform–“music,” in other words, doesn’t suddenly become some meta sort of entity that we should want or need to pay for in order to listen to “songs.”
As for cable or satellite TV, at first glance, one might think there’s some basis for similarity that could justify the Music-Like-Water model. Via subscription TV, you can watch individual programs, each of which is valued as an individual thing and yet, lo and behold, you are by and large paying for the generic idea of cable TV, not individually for “The Daily Show,” “Battlestar Galactica,” or “Paula’s Home Cooking.” Isn’t this more like M-L-W?
I say no. Both cable TV and satellite TV are, in fact, vast, generic technological platforms upon which the programming depends. The shows you watch via these platforms aren’t free-floating, individually created entities that either could be enjoyed with or without large-scale entrenched technological delivery system through which you watch them. It makes sense to a consumer to pay for the overall platform, which then delivers a great variety of entertainment options.
Another big difference is the nature of the entertainment delivered via subscription TV: these are large-scale programs involved the combined and coordinated efforts of an array of technicians, directors, producers, and performers. These shows could not exist without the funding made possible (to date; who knows what the future holds) by the existence of organizations dedicated to producing such shows for subscription TV. They exist because, first, there was a tangible, physical platform in need of their being created–which, again, validates the idea of paying for the service of subscription TV itself.
Songs are much more modest and personal entities. They may take advantage, now, of the platform of the internet, but they do not exist because the internet existed and needed them to fill it up. It doesn’t make sense to bunch them all together as some sort of “platform” called “music” that you then pay for generically.
Music is in fact something special, something different, something that cannot and will not be reduced to its technological delivery system. Anyone who has ever been touched by any kind of music knows this. Music is a mystery. Evolutionary scientists still can’t figure out why it exists.
Interestingly, even before we’ve gotten anywhere near the fulfillment of the M-L-W model (and not that we’re going to), Bono was recently quoted as saying, “Music has become tap water, a utility, where for me it’s a sacred thing.”
And there you have it: music is a sacred thing. This is nothing, perhaps, that the people with the spreadsheets will understand, but music is not something the flows through my house like electricity that I turn on and off as needed. Music is personal, music has emotional and spiritual resonance. The M-L-W model may, in theory anyway, take good care of rights holders (underline “in theory anyway”), but it takes poor care of the souls of either the artists or the audience.
Do songwriters and performers think of their songs as something that flows generically into someone’s life, interchangeably with the song they just listened to and the one they’re about to listen to? Do people create music because it’s this generic thing called MUSIC or do they create because they are trying to express something from their individual centers, and ache to share that with other individuals?
From the audience’s point of view, I can imagine there may well be people who treat music relatively generically. They like to “have something on,” but don’t listen too carefully. In that case, M-L-W is probably harmless. But for anyone who has been touched by music in a way you can’t even begin to explain, the idea that music is “like water” is laughably off base, a ludicrous, impossible conception. A flying car.
Me, I can’t pretend to know the exact way out of this moment of upheaval in the music industry. We can’t uninvent digital music files, and I wouldn’t want to. And I’m completely on board with the idea that some music can and should be free, for promotional reasons (see the Free and Legal MP3 Manifesto for details).
There is no reason to presume that because some music should be free, all music should be free. And there is even less reason for anyone to look at the chaotic state of things right now and believe with zealous certainty that they know what the future holds. No one ever knows this, especially when it comes to technology.
Did the zealous futurists of the ’80s predict the web? Or the ubiquity and various uses of cell phones? Did their counterparts in the ’90s predict the iPod, or Facebook? Speaking of something as “inevitable” just because you believe it is intellectual bullying. But another thing you learn if you stop looking at formulas and start understanding human history is that the bullies never win in the long run.
Of course, the mainstream music industry itself has been quite the bully over the years, which is why few are shedding tears that it is being pretty much eviscerated by the onset of the digital music age. With the presence of so many bullies on both sides of the fence, lord knows where everything will settle down. Historically this sort of technological upheaval typically requires a full generation or so to find some stasis.
In the meantime, the one minor suggestion I could make is that music right now should be getting cheaper, not more expensive. Online albums should be $4 or $5, not $8 or $9; songs should be 49 cents or 59 cents, not 99 cents (and certainly not $1.29).
Part of the problem is that the industry by and large seems to be believing the bullies on the other side, and digging in its heels as a result. “Music will not be free!” it insists, and then does the stupidest thing possible in response, which is raise prices. The elegant way to fight the free meme would be to lower prices, dramatically. Lowering prices isn’t “capitulating” to the “inevitable” price point of zero, it’s adjusting to new market realities, while greatly increasing your customer base. (Trust me: lowering prices like this would greatly increase the customer base.)
Meanwhile, as the flying car crazies duke it out with the record industry hooligans, some interesting things are happening. Just this month the band Metric put out an album on their own, without a record company, and have found a supportive audience for it. This offers a glimmer of hope on two fronts. First, it’s not just big names like Radiohead and Trent Reznor that can do this, it seems. A group with a more modest following can also harness the internet for a label-free release.
Second, people really can and will pay for music under the right circumstances. People will buy albums that they can own. It’s 2009 and this is still happening. If you on the other hand feel no need whatsoever either to pay for or own the music you’re listening to maybe that’s because there’s no CD player in that flying car of yours.
