Fingertips takes a holiday; SXSW MP3s now online

Due to the U.S. holiday weekend, Fingertips will post its weekly MP3s tomorrow, Tuesday.

One quick note in the meantime, for those especially eager for new free and legal MP3s: the 2008 SXSW MP3 repository is now online, featuring literally hundreds of MP3s to check out. More information about this can be found in the SXSW entry in the Music Site Guide on the Fingertips web site. Expect some of the best ones in that collection to show up here in the coming weeks, perhaps even beginning tomorrow.

This Week’s Finds: Feb. 10-16 (Francis & the Lights, The Republic Tigers, The Weather Underground)

“Striking” – Francis and the Lights

Funky but sleek, with squeally, retro synthesizers, staccato (and super-tight!) guitar lines, and, what solidifies this one for me, a stirring vocal performance from frontman Francis Farewell Starlite, who attractively combines an airy Prince-like falsetto with a Marvin Gaye-like huskiness in his lower register.

For the life of me I can’t figure out how this song actually works so well. There isn’t any traditional song structure here to speak of–instead, we are given an extended musical phrase that works as a free-floating anchor; listen carefully and you’ll see that every lyrical line features some variation of this phrase, if often a truncated variation. The lyrics are equally slippery. Something in Starlite’s restrained but impassioned tone implies the pursuit of love, as do some of the ordinary yet mysterious sentences we hear (“I don’t want to lose you though,” “There’s something in the air tonight”). The edgy, postmodern funk suggests a certain amount of interpersonal heat as well. But your guess is as good as mine. Use on your valentine at your own risk.

Not a lot of info on this young Brooklyn band is available except for the fact that they play around Brooklyn a lot. One notable fact I managed to unearth is that two of the four (or maybe five) members appear to be drummers. “Striking” is the lead track from the debut EP, which is self-released and available as a free and legal download via the band’s ordinary yet mysterious web site.


“Buildings and Mountains” – the Republic Tigers

Here’s a song with everything going for it: ear-opening atmosphere, engaging melody, interesting/familiar vocals, and then the clincher–a killer, in-through-the-back-door hook in the chorus. From beginning to end, the production is gorgeous; I particularly like how the crisp acoustic guitars are blended into the song’s larger, lusher soundscape, which utilizes a wash of wordless background vocals as its own sort of sonic building block. Listen how that high vocal note promotes an almost Morricone-like sense of uneasy loneliness in the long introduction, as well as in the verse.

And that mood in turn sets up the surprise resolution of the chorus, which begins as a fairly straightforward extension of the musical feeling of the verse, before gliding, seemingly a half-moment too soon, into a previously unsuspected major chord–in the phrase “before our eyes” (1:21 the first time), the major chord unfolds onto the word “eyes” (and the set-up chord, on the word “before,” is lovely too). All in all, what we have here is an excellent argument for the timeless value of knowledgeable production, an argument worth restating in a decade that’s been overflowing with do-it-yourself uploaders and their quixotic belief that people will listen to just about anything. A few people will, no doubt. Many many more people would prefer to listen to something well-crafted, well-performed, and thoughtfully assembled. Don’t you kind of want to know that the band took longer to make the song than it takes for you to listen to it?

Expect to hear a lot from this Kansas City quintet, not least because they are the first band signed to Chop Shop Records, the new Atlantic Records imprint run by Alexandra Patsavas. Patsavas, as music supervisor for The O.C. and Grey’s Anatomy (among other shows), can probably take single-handed credit for the emergence of TV as a music-discovery medium. “Buildings and Mountains” was on the band’s debut EP, which was released online in December, and will also be the lead track on the full-length CD, Keep Color, scheduled for release at some as-yet unspecified date in the not-too-distant future.


“Neal Cassady” – the Weather Underground

There’s something brilliant and Clash-like in the air here, as a smart young L.A. quartet sings of the famous Beat Generation figure in a rough-and-tumble musical setting that starts in a loose-limbed lope before shifting, like some lost track from London Calling, into a galloping, wild-west rave-up. And while singer/guitarist Harley Prechtel-Cortez doesn’t sound like Joe Strummer, he kind of still manages to sing like him: rough-hewn heart on the sleeve, lyrics juiced with spittle and passion. And this relatively short, often forceful tune is further enhanced by an arrangement at once casual and expert; touches such as the wordless background vocals (it’s wordless background vocals day!) of the introduction (0:32) and the variety of terrific guitar sounds on display (don’t miss that great untamed slide that gets unleashed during the song’s closing minute) suggest a knowing combination of instinct and craft at work.

The Weather Underground—they take their name from a documentary about the ’60s and ’70s radical organization, The Weathermen—is a group that prompts the musical question: can a band be too smart for its own good? Among “influences” listed on their MySpace page are Jack Keruoac, Luis Bunuel, Werner Herzog, Ingmar Bergman, Bernadine Dorhn, and my favorite, the first one listed, Guillaume Apollinaire, the French surrealist. Me, I say bring it on. If we can get enough bands going like this, maybe we can delay the inevitable demise of reading we’re always being warned about at least one more half-generation. You’ll find “Neal Cassady” on the band’s self-released Psalms and Shanties EP, their second, which came out in the fall of ’07. A third EP has been recorded and awaits release.

A Fingertips Outshout

Ever been to Outshouts? It’s a relatively new site that lets you send songs to people, complete with a recorded introduction by you; you can send the song and the message either via email or via cell phone. You can also turn the recorded message plus the song into a widget, as I’ve done here. All for no charge.

I’m intrigued by this, and am going to experiment with using Outshouts here on the blog, and perhaps on the main site too. You can listen to this one, share it if you’d like, and of course you can go to Outshouts, sign up, and start using the service yourself.

http://www.outshouts.com/flash/embed.swf

This Week’s Finds: Feb. 3-9 (Interiors, Dawn Landes, The Loved Ones)

“Power Lines” – the Interiors

I can’t make out what they’re singing about, and the title doesn’t necessarily imply a fun time, but the music is extremely good-natured, in an early Talking Heads-ish sort of way–the stuttering drumbeat, creative bass playing, swooping melody lines, and singer/guitarist Chase Duncan’s amiable, wide-mouthed vocal style (sounding quite a bit like Dave Matthews doing a David Byrne imitation) all contributing to that sensation. One of the things that I think makes the rhythm here so ear-catching is the dynamic interplay in the rhythm section: listen in the introduction and the verse to the stark difference between the steady, clockwork bass and the changeable drum pattern. Interestingly, the bass breaking free of its strict pulse is more or less what creates the chorus, as the melody itself does not alter that much.

On guitar, Duncan adds a handsome depth to the chuggy ambiance, with rounded, semi-drone-like tones and ringing arpeggios. No doubt he’s very happy to be doing all this, after a freak accident last year required the amputation of a fingertip. (Of all things.) This happened the day after the Chicago-based trio had signed with the record label 54°40′ or Fight. The band had to take most of last year off while Duncan, thankfully, recuperated. Their self-titled label debut is slated for an April release. MP3 courtesy of the band’s site.

“Bodyguard” – Dawn Landes

“Sultry” and “banjo” are two words not normally encountered within the same sentence. But Dawn Landes, the Louisville-born, Brooklyn-based singer/songwriter, is one those 21st-century musicians who appears comfortable juxtaposing sounds, vibes, and emotions–while happily emerging with a firm voice of her own, rather than a pointless mashup. (Not all 21st-century musicians are as fortunate. Just saying.) So here, then, we get a minimalist groove, some almost trip-hoppy but organic aural space, Landes’ pretty yet matter-of-fact voice (a disarming blend of deadpan and sultry), and yes, somehow, too, a banjo.

Anchored by its deep, unhurried bass line, “Bodyguard” unfolds in its own world, both musically–beyond the banjo, don’t miss the sleighbells in the distance–and lyrically: “I had a dream that we were robbed/They took the moldings off the walls/Erased our signatures from things.” Those are remarkable opening lines, I think, for their concrete, casual leap into the surreal, beautifully served by a melody spanning a full octave. Landes here is mining an actual, terrible real-life incident (not an intentional theme, this week, honest!): her apartment was in fact broken into, and they took her stuff (though not, I imagine, the moldings), including her laptop and hard drive, which at the time contained the only copy she had of her entire new album, then ready for production. Gone and not coming back. She didn’t try to re-create it; “I just started over from scratch,” she has said. “I wrote ‘Bodyguard’ in the kitchen while waiting for the police to show up.” I hear something of the incomparable Jane Siberry both in Landes’ vocal presentation (Sib fans note her abrupt “Where’ve you been?” at 3:22) and in something inscrutable residing deep down in this strange but hypnotic song.

“Bodyguard” is from the CD Fireproof, which was recorded live in a single day in an old fire station in Brooklyn. The album will be released next month on Cooking Vinyl; MP3 via Cooking Vinyl USA.

“Sarah’s Game” – the Loved Ones

Musical genres are a funny thing. As labels, some are very broad and more or less indispensible–say, blues or jazz or reggae–in that they clearly describe a distinct universe of music, while leaving lots of room for variation. Many others make an effort to slice and dice music into narrower and narrower sub-universes (jangle pop, anyone? folktronica?), with the unfortunate end result of implying many more boundaries than there need be, especially within the broad, theoretically embracing kingdom of rock’n’roll. (To me, the only sensible boundary to make is between good music and bad music, but we’ll leave that for another time.)

I bring this up because the Loved Ones, a quartet from Philadelphia, are supposedly a punk rock band on a punk rock record label. The band’s previous releases, a 2004 EP and a 2006 full-length, were hailed as fine punk rock by people to whom such things matter. Punk rock, it turns out, is a genre particularly resistant to boundary crossing. Punk rock fans often start to get suspicious if the music gets too “catchy” or “melodic” (which is exactly, by the way, when it starts becoming actual music rather than unprocessed noise, but we’ll leave that for another time also). So I don’t know what the punk rock purists will make of “Sarah’s Game,” but to me, this is a great listen: simultaneously harsh and focused, passionate and engaging, with a powerful melody, nicely crafted lyrics (note the internal rhymes), careful musicianship (the two guitars work impressively together), and even a harmony or two. God forbid!

“Sarah’s Game” is from the CD Build & Burn, which comes out this week on Fat Wreck Chords. MP3 via Fat Wreck Chords.

Updates to the Fingertips Top 10

The Fingertips Current Top 10 now looks like this:

1. “He Keeps Me Alive” – Sally Shapiro
2. “Parables” – Rebekah Higgs
3. “Cherry Tulips” – Headlights
4. “Boys” – the Autumns
5. “The Main Thing is to Keep the Main Thing the Main Thing” – I Am Bones
6. “Gila” – Beach House
7. “Saturday Night” – Pale Young Gentlemen
8. “The Silence Between Us” – Bob Mould
9. “Heaven” – Club 8
10. “On the Chin” – Grey Race

The most recent addition was the number four song, “Boys,” by the Autumns, but lots of changes have been made since the last blog post about the chart back in late November.

The Fingertips Current Top 10 is an ever-shifting listing of ten extra-good free and legal MP3s, worth keeping an eye on if you can’t keep up with the posted songs week to week. You may want to check the Retired Top 10 page too, for that matter–lots of good stuff to be had there that you also may have missed.

This Week’s Finds: January 27-February 2 (Nick Jaina, Wye Oak, The Pendletons)

“Power” – Nick Jaina

A brisk but elegiac piano sequence, underscored by some spooky strings, leads us directly into the intriguing melody of this new song from the Portland, Ore.-based singer/songwriter Nick Jaina. I’ve been trying to put my finger on just what makes the tune so compelling, and I’m thinking it has something to do with Jaina’s prominent use of semitones, or half steps, which is not something you hear a lot of in indie rock, or classic rock, or any other kind of rock or pop for that matter. The half step is the smallest commonly recognized interval between notes in Western music, and the most dissonant when played in combination. When related within a melody, however, strange and wonderful moods emerge. Listen to how the notes he sings on the words “of the moon” (0:34) and “sacred tune” (0:37) sound so divergent, so firmly separated, and yet lo and behold they are only a half step apart. The illusion is achieved by his returning, in between, to the same notes he was singing leading into the “moon” part. So what we’re hearing is not just the half-step difference in the end notes but the significant difference in sonic relationship between the top and bottom notes in the two segments (i.e. the “moon” segment and the “tune” segment). More semitones are used, in sequence, as the melody line resolves (0:38-0:42).

And I know, this kind of thing sounds neither exciting nor, often, comprehensible in an attempted written explication. And worse, with pop music in particular, I’m always caught in the awkward position of claiming treasure in a seeming musical trifle. What I describe here, after all, is no stunning revelation in music theory land. But the very thing that causes many classical aficionados to stiff at the simplicity of pop music is, I would contend, pop’s very strength–what Proust, of all people, referred to as “the magic appeal to the imagination” found in things that those interested only in “intellectual weightiness” would condemn as “frivolous.”

Then again, maybe I’m all wrong. Maybe the song is compelling because Jaina was playing on Elliott Smith’s old upright piano. Jaina was the last person to play it before it was given to the Experience Music Project in Seattle. Or maybe it’s compelling simply because Jaina–itinerant, whimsical, a former archaeology student–is himself compelling, in a quirky sort of way. “Power” is from the CD Wool, Jaina’s second, and his first for the Hush label. (He recorded the vocals for the album in his kitchen, “refrigerator unplugged so as to be quiet, food slowly spoiling,” according to his web site.) Expect Wool in early March. MP3 courtesy of WFMU.

“Warning” – Wye Oak

This is an unusually breezy-sounding setting in which to encounter such fuzzy/droney guitars. And yet therein lies a good part of the appeal. So here we have vocalist Jenn Wasner, lightly, airily singing the sing-song-y tune to a perky, march-like beat, and listen to what-all is going on around her: extended drones of feedback-laced guitars, rising and falling according to their own logic, existing in their own time and space. Seriously, after the lead guitar offers a fuzzed-up version of the main melody in the introduction, we don’t hear anything straightforward out of the guitars for quite a while. Try listening to this and imagining the song without either the vocals or the drums and you’ll see how driven by entrancing noise the piece actually is. I particularly enjoy the instrumental breaks, which begin with a vague effort to give us the opening riff again, but it never manages to emerge completely amidst the semi-chaos; the second and longer of the two breaks, beginning at 2:04, has the happy Yo La Tengo-ish capacity to sound simultaneously crazed and cozy.

Listen also to the shifty time signatures. The sing-song-y, march-beat-ed verse is given a rhythmic tweak by a dropped beat in the fourth measure. This creates an extra dollop of semi-chaos in the instrumental sections connecting the verses, during which the beat of the entire song seems to have been misplaced. And then the chorus, or what passes for a chorus here, re-establishes some sonic order but all of a sudden, somehow, we’re in 6/4 (or 6/8?) time. For all the noise, this is one smooth song.

You’ll find “Warning” on the CD If Children, slated for release in April on Merge Records. The Baltimore duo Wye Oak, by the way, was until earlier this month a band called Monarch; a self-released version of If Children was put out originally last year under the old name. The change was prompted by the existence of (at least) two other bands named Monarch, and was no doubt connected to their Merge signing. The Wye Oak, you may as well know, was the honorary state tree of Maryland–it was a specific tree, of great renown, that was believed to be more than 450 years old when it was, alas, destroyed in a storm in 2002.

“Sad Songs” – the Pendletons

I’m never sure quite how or why it happens, but sometimes a song that seems at one level a pretty basic genre exercise at another level rises way above that for me. “Sad Songs” is an excellent example. A stompy, country-tinged garage rocker, there’s something in the basic vibe that sounds like it’s been cycling through rootsy musical ensembles since the dawn of time. Or at least since the 1950s. When the melody is so strongly rooted in a classic rhythm like this (Johnny Cash, anyone?), that’s a sign of a genre exercise. And there’s nothing wrong with that; it just doesn’t tend too often to inspire a melody-oriented listener like me.

But here are four relative youngsters from Athens, Georgia, cranking it up and cranking it out and what do you know?: it’s a blast. Why? No doubt the appeal has something to do with the energy of the playing. Check out, for instance, the speedy, stuttering guitar riff that anchors the end of each verse, at the “no no no” part (for instance, at 0:30)—it’s done with this tight-loose sort of accuracy that conveys an image to me of everyone in the band moving up and down in unison to the stutter of that little lick, in a manner at once comical and serious. And listen by all means to drummer Ben DuPriest, who bashes and bangs and still keeps a train-like pulse; he manages to sound rowdy and polite at the same time. Oh, and don’t miss (e.g. 0:39) the thrilling, brilliant mini-rolls (are these paradiddles? I’m not up on my drumming lingo) that he uses to puncutate each lyrical line in the chorus, except the last. Maybe that’s what’s doing it for me. The (maybe) paradiddles.

“Sad Songs” is from the Pendletons’ debut CD, Oh, Me!, which was released electronically this summer on the digital label Indie Outlaw.

This Week’s Finds: January 20-26 (The Autumns, Thao, Biirdie)

“Boys” – the Autumns

Riveting, dramatic, slightly breathless, and thoroughly satisfying, “Boys” is the perfect soundtrack somehow to a crisp blue January day, even if the band is named the Autumns, not the Winters. The song opens with a distinctive drumbeat that launches us into an edgy, unusually dynamic melody. The edginess comes from two elements: first, the melody appears to start off the tonic–that is, the tune begins within a chord that is somehow not home base, which is an unusual circumstance, especially in a pop song; second, the melody never in fact seems to settle in a place that feels centered. The third and fourth measures are the closest we get to a “home” feeling, harmonically, and even there it’s vague and fleeting; after that, the melody in the verse springs from an almost startling series of chord changes.

And the band is really just getting started at that point. The chorus continues the kinetic vibe: an angular guitar chord–another off-center thing–leads us into a soaring section in which singer Matthew Kelly, leaping up a minor sixth (0:26), shows off a formidable falsetto; here the melodic momentum is such that it seems to be dragging Kelly along with it, the way the tide moves the water but is not the water: up and down he goes, in and out of his upper range, and in and out of singing actual words–the lyrics break for a stretch of wordless syllables right in the heart of the chorus (which themselves mirror the underlying drumbeat), and the effect is of a song overcome by its own fervor.

Perhaps long-time Fingertips visitors remember the L.A.-based Autumns from three years ago, when they were featured here for the song “Slumberdoll.” That was darn good; this is truly great. “Boys” is a song from the CD Fake Noise From a Box of Toys, the band’s fourth, which was released in the U.K. in the fall, and is slated for a U.S. release in April on Bella Union.


“Bag of Hammers” – Thao With the Get Down Stay Down

Thao Nguyen has a woolly-textured, back-of-the-throat sort of voice that brings to mind Erica Wennerstrom of the Heartless Bastards. Thao has an airier air about her, however–a feeling supported by the cheery banjo with which she chooses to accompany herself and the sprightly, slightly cockeyed rhythm that bounces us along. The jaunty guilelessness on display in fact puts me in the mind of the sound pioneered by Talking Heads in their early recordings: this sense of simple yet off-kilter music that surprises even the people playing it, as they play it.

Nguyen, from Virginia, released her first CD in 2005, a solo effort entitled Like the Linen. The disc eventually found its way to Tucker Marine, who plays with Laura Veirs and has produced the Decemberists and Sufjan Stevens. And now, also, he has produced We Brave Bee Stings and All, Thao’s second full-length, recorded with her band, to be released later this month on Kill Rock Stars (that’s a record label). “Bag of Hammers” is the album’s second track.


“Him” – Biirdie

This one features both a classic-sounding melody, almost folk-like in its sturdiness, and an ongoing urge to deconstruct it. Sometimes oddball electronics wander in. Other times, the band grinds itself more or less to a halt, just when you were air drumming to the Phil Spector-ish beat. The bass, meanwhile, seems to come and go, and when present opts often for extended notes rather than a typical, rhythm-oriented pulse. And how often does the worn-out sounding male vocalist get a sweetly harmonizing female vocalist to sing with? Not very often is the answer.

So this trio calling itself Biirdie—oops, another L.A. outfit this week—kind of makes you listen more than once. Much the way their name kind of makes you look more than once. In the old days, by the way, I’d find the oddly-spelled name somewhat irritating. But here in the Google Age, the name is a boon: search on “Biirdie” and you pretty much get stuff about them and only them. However accidental the origin—they had wanted merely to be Birdie but there was already a Birdie band—the strategy appears sound. I fear a trend coming on.

You’ll find “Him” on the CD Catherine Avenue, coming out this week on Love Minus Zero Records.

This Week’s Finds: January 13-19 (Headlights, Beach House, the Heavy Circles)

“Cherry Tulips” – Headlights

At once delicate and sturdy, quirky and poppy, summery and somehow wintery too, “Cherry Tulips” embraces a seemingly endless series of opposites—in addition to containing the aforementioned dialectics, the song strikes me likewise as both lo-fi and polished, retro-y and current, crisp and echoey. And if that’s not enough, singer/keyboardist Erin Fein manages to be at once airy and substantive, both forthright and mysterious.

Or maybe I just can’t make up my mind today.

I do know that I’m enjoying this one without reservation, from the shadowy opening heart-throb pulse through the sped-up Motown rhythm and maybe most especially the soaring, melodic, call-and-response payoff in the chorus, which enlarges the song in a way I can only describe as florally. Headlights is a trio from the Champaign, Illinois area; “Cherry Tulips” arrives in advance from the band’s second CD, Some Racing, Some Stopping, scheduled for release next month on Polyvinyl Records. MP3 via Polyvinyl.


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“Gila” – Beach House

Sometimes it’ll be one melody that does it, one melody that is robust and agreeable enough to hang a song upon. And “Beach House,” a languorous new song from the Balitmore duo Beach House, gives us that melody as its opening salvo, the first thing we hear from singer Victoria Legrand’s mouth: a dreamy, downward-tending progression that’s actually two lazily swinging four-note descents tucked into one another. Drenched in reverb, steamy organ, and unplaceable atmosphere, the melody hooks me for good the second time, when the upturn at the end disappears; the simple act of staying on the same note one extra time changes the chord, the mood, the trajectory of the song on the spot (compare 0:25-0:26 to 0:32-0:33 and see if you feel it.)

Now normally I’m not sure I enjoy songs with quite this much blurry reverb, but I realize in listening that it’s not the blurry reverb that bothers me per se, it’s the tendency for songs with a lot of blurry reverb to be blurry through and through–indistinct melody, hazy structure, vague instrumentation, vague everything. “Gila” is exactly not that; it’s as precisely crafted as they come, in which case the smeary touch of the reverb offers an enriching counterpoint, in maybe the same sort of way it works when a happy-sounding song has sad lyrics, or a song with fast underlying rhythm has a slow melody. Listen in particular to the guitar, which plays chord-free accompaniment throughout, offering nicely-etched lines that curl in and around the vocal melody.

“Gila” comes from the band’s forthcoming CD, Devotion, which will be released next month on Carpark Records. MP3 courtesy of Pitchfork.


“Henri” – the Heavy Circles

In one of the more unusual multi-generational (but not really) musical couplings in recent memory, Edie Brickell has teamed up with her stepson, Harper Simon, to put out an album as an entity called the Heavy Circles. Simon is Brickell’s husband Paul Simon’s son from his first marriage, and I said multi-generational “but not really” because as it turns out, Brickell is only six and a half years older than stepson Simon, who’s 35.

And here they are, serving up an offbeat, atmospheric homage (it seems) to French painter Henri Matisse, describing Matisse’s imagery via a hypnotic rhyme scheme over a circular, spy-movie motif, fleshed out with some cinematic synthesizers and the barest touch of crunchy guitar. I’m not sure there’s any more point to it than there was when the elder Simon sang rapturously, and surreally, about René Magritte back when Brickell was a teenager. But it draws me in and then—nicely—lets me go, without fuss. Songs under three minutes always score extra points with me.

But: combine the son of a ’60s and ’70s icon with a woman most often considered an ’80s one-hit wonder and the cool factor is way low on this one; I’ll be surprised if the blogosphere pays much positive attention. But I’ve always admired the clear-voiced Brickell as a singer; maybe this collaboration will help her shed her outdated public identity.

The self-titled CD, to be self-released on a label called Dynamite Child, is, yet again, due out next month.

The Sound of a Brand New World – part two

(And now, part two of the Fingertips Commentary piece examining the In Rainbows phenomenon. Read part one, below, or see the entire essay–plus footnotes–on the main Fingertips site.)

However the the music industry in the digital age unfolds, rest assured that these five usually overlooked statements of fact will have more to do with where we end up than will all the defensive and self-justifying statements of opinion put forth by music industry players:

1) There is a difference between electronic files and physical CDs.

While there’s no turning the clock back to the days when you had to buy a CD to get music, the fact remains that a physical CD is different than an electronic file. Physical CDs sound better, for those who can hear the difference. Physical CDs carry with them at least some little bit of the “album-ness” of albums that I talked about in my previous Commentary piece, and there are still people who care about that. A physical CD is just that: a physical product, which lends to it an intangible “suchness” that the electronic file lacks. To the extent that the music world has barrelled along in the ’00s without much awareness of this difference does not eliminate the difference by any means; as a matter of fact, it may be setting the stage for an unexpected comeback of the physical product.

The fact also remains that a good percentage of people who still buy music still do buy CDs, naysayers and doom-and-gloomers aside. Take In Rainbows as a good, current example–of the 122,000 copies sold the first week, three-quarters were actual physical CDs. While we don’t know how many of those people who bought physical CDs had also previously downloaded the music online, I’m guessing that many of them certainly did (for instance, me; I actually paid for it twice; go figure). If this isn’t a de facto argument for the viability of the CD in the digital age, I don’t know what is. Radiohead does happen to be a band whose fans particularly enjoy the album packaging, but there’s a hint for musicians around the world: make the package part of the worth of the music.

In discussing the matter, people seem constantly to talk as if the anticipated future of nobody buying CDs at all is already here. There are two things blatantly wrong with that: first, that future isn’t here yet, by a long shot; second, there is little if any guarantee that this anticipated future is the future that’s in store for us. People glibly act as if a downward trend must therefore be downward to zero eventually. So if three-quarters of people buying music now buy CDs, this means eventually nobody will. Rarely is anything so cut and dried; rarely if ever do trends go all the way down. As a matter of fact, judging by the track record of those who predict what the future holds for us, from a consumer products point of view, I’d say that there’s overwhelming evidence to suggest that anticipated futures such as “no one will buy CDs anymore” are the ones that never arrive.

For the time being, I would suggest that musicians draw a sharp distinction between their electronic files and the physical product. The more interesting, instructive, and intrinsic to the music itself the CD package is, the clearer the distinction between the electronic file and the physical product will be.

I think this inability to make the distinction–crucial to the success of the In Rainbows experiment–between music as electronic file and music as physical product is what keeps so many musicians stubbornly unwilling to offer a free and legal MP3 or two from every album they make. I am continually amazed by the number of independent artists I encounter who won’t do this. It seems that they think they’re protecting their work but in reality they’re just protecting their egos, not to mention shooting themselves in the foot. The Radiohead experiment shows at a massive level the promotional value of offering songs, legally, online, that people don’t necessarily have to pay for. This is not the same as offering free CDs and never will be.

2) Like it or not, when music exists electronically rather than just physically, the rules must change.

I’m not saying it’s a great thing that people have gotten used to having a lot of free music in the digital age; lord knows Fingertips exists because I feel strongly about not pirating music willy-nilly just because one can. On the other hand, I don’t believe in sticking my head in the sand about this either. Digital reality has changed many many things. Look at how strange, for instance, software is: it’s a product that a company sells, and yet it is entirely and effortlessly replicatable. If you buy a flat-screen TV, you can’t make a quick copy of it at home, and then send it to your friends via the internet.

Because software was by its nature digital from the outset (duh), the software industry has by and large figured out how to deal with this, although it’s been its own sort of bumpy ride. (Should software be subject to copyright or patent, or both? Should software simply be free?: there are any number of people out there who do in fact believe that.) Those products that used to exist non-digitally but have since been digitized–pictures, music, film–are the ones in which the new digital reality causes the most upheaval. As we will continue to see.

3) In the digital world, something can have value and still be free.

This is the sticky wicket many old-model music people have trouble with. Label people and independent musicians alike are known to fume about how “music has value” and that anyone giving it away is undermining the idea that music is actually worth something. The Times, for instance, quoted one technology investor as saying that the Radiohead experiment “shows pretty conclusively that the majority of music consumers feel that digital recorded music should be free and is not worth paying for.”

This argument–and a rather overstated argument in this case–overlooks the reality that the very people who are often taking music for free do nevertheless value their music a lot. What the bean counters of the world don’t understand is that these music lovers have detached the idea of financial value from inner-worth-value. That is, they don’t feel inclined to back up their sense of music’s value to them with cold hard cash.

I don’t think this has to do with the inherent evil of 21st-century humankind. I think it’s actually a somewhat sensible response to the aforementioned change associated with the digital world.

Back when a song had to exist on a physical piece of vinyl, there were literally only so many copies of the song “XYZ” in the world: they could be stacked and counted as they were produced, and each could be given a particular price, a particular financial value. Now, the song “XYZ” is transportable invisibly, and can multiply incessantly. It makes no sense to try to apply the old idea of value to such a product.

I think this is what people are responding to, unconsciously, when they seemingly “steal” music–why people who would never go into a store and pilfer a physical CD have no qualms about going online and downloading music for free, whether it was being officially made available for free or not. I am not saying this to justify piracy, which I still ardently oppose. I still don’t think MP3 blogs should be posting songs that have not been made available legally (and the vast majority of them do, alas). But I do understand why we’ve gotten to where we’ve gotten.

4) Digital content is not by and large seen as having financial worth

This is another tough nut to swallow, I know. But look: the overwhelming majority of web sites that actually make money do so either by selling concrete, non-digital things or by selling advertising based on the number of people visiting the site. There is very little money in digital content, except in the most specialized areas.

As a writer, I saw the proverbial writing on the wall on the matter pretty early–it was 1997 or so when I began to notice, to my chagrin, that the same writing I used to be paid to do in physical magazines was worth nothing or next to nothing online. Print magazines paid nothing extra for putting their copy–my writing–online; and web-only publications paid embarrassingly little, if not literally nothing at all, for the words with which they filled their screens. I spent a little time bemoaning my fate; I spent a lot more time adjusting my approach to the business. (In the long run, I used it as a convenient reason to stop doing the sort of freelance writing I had been doing, which I realized I didn’t even like in the first place.)

If there is one way to sell digital content for money, it’s going to have something to do with how iTunes has managed. Let’s ignore for the moment everything wrong with iTunes regarding its proprietary technology and its artist-unfriendly relationships with the major labels, and let’s look simply at the fact that Apple has convinced millions and millions of people to pay for music online. (Hell, they even convinced a whopping number of people this last week to buy, via iTunes, for $9.99, the very album they could have bought via Radiohead for any price they wanted.) They’ve done so with a combination of low perceived cost (just 99 cents a tune; much less than $1.00, right?) and that Apple-oriented magic of the iTunes “store” feeling like a spiffy place to go and look around. They’ve done the more-difficult-than-it-looks job of organizing millions of items in a way that seems friendly and accessible.

And it was positively brilliant of them to link the online store to the iTunes player, so it doesn’t even feel like you’re on the web when you’re buying stuff–you’re in some Twilight Zone-ish place that’s neither online nor offline. The buying procedure, once you’ve registered, is credit card free and seamless. The whole experience feels entirely unlike a web-based transaction–which at least partially removes our built-in resistance, otherwise, to buying digital content online.

5) The digital age isn’t just about online music distribution; it’s about low barrier to entry. This changes the market just as much, if not more, than the existence of MP3s.

The 21st century has brought with it an unprecedented ability for a musician to record and distribute his or her music to the great wide world. There are way way (way) more people doing this than there were 15 or 20 years ago.

The total amount of money spent on music could be going up healthily every year (and it may well be, if you consider indirect spending on things like technology on which to play music) and it still couldn’t possibly assure a living for everyone out there with a musician shingle up. The idea that in the future musicians will make money from touring but not CDs–a highly unlikely circumstance that has nonetheless achieved meme-like status in discussions like these–is severely undermined by the reality of just how many bands and musicians are theoretically going to be out there touring. Where on earth is all the money coming from to support all these tours? There just aren’t enough people interested in going to concerts night after night after night. Supply has outstripped demand–it’s really as simple as that.

Never mind the fact that moving forward in our climate-changed world, there’s going to have to be a lot less touring, not more touring. And–sorry to say to the hundreds of thousands (literally!) of bands haunting MySpace, looking for a big break–there are going to have be fewer bands. A lot fewer. Or–this is the only option, although not a pretty one–they are going to have to be okay not making any money from their music.

Call me elitist (and idealistic to boot!), but I don’t think the really really talented folks get completely screwed too often. Choose the hoary aphorism of your liking–the cream rises to the top, talent will out, etc. By and large, I believe it. That doesn’t mean the talented people don’t have to work really really hard to make ends meet sometimes. Very few musicians get success handed to them on a silver platter.

On the flip side of this assertion, there are a whole lot of bands out there that don’t need to exist, judging by aesthetic standards, and if they fade away, or if they must make music on the side of their “real” lives, I don’t see the harm in it.

That’s one of problems I encounter when people complain about musicians “needing” to be able earn money from their music. Somehow quality squirts away from the conversation. No one presumes that an inept plumber “deserves” to make his living fixing pipes, but somehow with music, people get all touchy about the artist’s right to exist and be paid and forget about the audience’s right not to support uninteresting, mediocre music.

The hard truth is most of the music being made out there isn’t really worth a lot of money. Music is not an inherently financial endeavor. I admire anyone who tries to make a living as a musician, but the mere fact that someone wants to try by no means guarantees that his or her music is of high enough quality to garner financial support.

And the fact that 21st-century technology has allowed the number of people trying to do this to mushroom as never before means that from here on in, it’s only going to be harder, not easier, to find a living in this arena.

To believe that this living is being compromised by a band such as Radiohead allowing people to download their music files for a price of their choosing–or a band such as the Charlatans, who having begun releasing their next CD via free and legal MP3s online–is benighted. The enemy is not the internet, and the enemy is not any band trying to have a real relationship with digital music distribution.

The real enemy–as always–is something that lives inside of each of us, something that perpetuates insecurity and fear and then believes that other people, places, and things are at the root of this insecurity and fear. One outside-of-the-box way to look at the situation is this: the digital age in music is giving many people an incredible opportunity to confront themselves. Those who do so, successfully, will, like Radiohead, have the most interesting stories to tell in the years to come, and may produce some really great music in the process. And I for one will gladly pay for it.