Drive By Blogging

This is probably all you are getting from me today. I’m off to London. Yes, just for the day, which means I’ll spend more time travelling than I will be actually there. What’s this all about? Well, I’m going to see some friends. And if the words “Camden” and “ninja gig” mean anything to you then you might want to keep an eye on my Twitter feed today.

‘Tis Saint George’s Day

And in recognition of which I give you the inimitable Flanders and Swann with their Song of Patriotic Prejudice.

That was for all of the UKIP and BNP voters amongst you, of course. Confused or outraged American readers should note that this is one of those funny “irony” things that we Brits indulge in from time to time.

Hat tip to Alex Massie.

The Volcano Song

Smart work, Amanda and Sven. Here’s the premier performance of Amanda Palmer & Neil Gaiman’s volcano song, officially known as “Fuck the Ashcloud”. Support is provided by Georgia & Ben of Bitter Ruin, Amanda’s emergency holographic support band for the Half-Of-EvelynEvelyn tour.

Sadly the coverage starts just after Amanda announced that when they got married she’d be officially changing her name to Amanda Fucking Palmer and Neil would change his to Neil Fucking Gaiman.

When I get a chance to transcribe the lyrics a filked version about US immigration will follow.

Amanda Virtually Live

I have been watching an awesome, if somewhat chaotic, webcast of Amanda Palmer’s Dublin gig. Obviously it isn’t as good as sitting in the audience with Neil, but the girl rocks and the tech was pretty darn impressive. Jason Webley and the rest of the EvelynEvelyn crew are stuck in the US because of the volcano, so Amanda had a big screen up on stage with Jason on videophone via Skype. Playing together was hard because there’s a 2 second time delay between Dublin and New York, but they managed a creditable show all the same.

And the whole thing was webcast live on UStream. The video quality wasn’t great, but it was far better than anything I’ve seen from conventions. The feed went down when Amanda started playing the new Volcano Song, which is all about how she and Neil look like missing out on a vacation together due to the current travel chaos. That could easily have been NeilWebFail. But otherwise it was an impressive show.

Neil dear – if you happen to be reading this, I’d love to talk to Amanda’s tech guy about the resources necessary for all that.

Also I want the lyrics for the Volcano Song. I am totally filking it, and replacing the volcano with the #@$%*&^#! CBP.

Discovering Bandcamp

I have been wondering what I should do about buying music now I’m trying not to use Amazon. Well, thanks to Amanda Palmer, I have discovered Bandcamp. According to Amanda, artists selling through this store get a bigger cut than anywhere else. It also allows you to choose the format, and they allow you to add a tip to your purchase, should you feel so inclined.

Most of the artists there are people I have never heard of, because the big labels don’t use the site. However, I have a sneaking suspicion that quite a few of them will fall into the category of “really awesome bands that Marc Gascoigne hasn’t told me about yet” and I will come to love them in due course. There are familiar names though. I saw several albums by SJ Tucker, and also the soundtrack album for Jeff VanderMeer’s Finch.

Doubtless I have many hours of fun exploring the site ahead of me. But before that I’m going to sit back and listen to my shiny (well, shiny for a set of MP3s) copy of Evelyn Evelyn.

Still With the Linkage

Tsk, lazy blogger than I am:

– People have known for a long time that animals seem to have some sort of sixth sense when it comes to earthquakes. Slowly but surely, we may be beginning to understand how it works.

– At The Guardian Book Blog Alison Flood considers the Clarke short list and David Barnett looks for real fear.

– Peter Murphy recycles an old review of the wonderful Godspeed You Black Emperor. (Can you imagine how bad music journalism would be if people like Peter had to put up with the same po-faced, self-righteous nonsense about “how to write reviews” that we get in science fiction?)

– I was going to nominate Greg Bridges for a Hugo next year because of this, but now he’s gone and done this as well.

Late Night Linkage

Because I have booked 10 hours on the Day Jobbe today and have had #ALD10 to worry about.

– The music industry is considering a Trustmark scheme to indicate download sites that are not piracy. Worth checking out if you are an author worried about similar issues.

– MORAL PANIC! MORAL PANIC!!! The Telegraph says that Facebook causes syphilis. Mashable is more cautious, and I gather that Ben Goldacre is on the case, so expect something amusing on Saturday.

Mega sale of old mimeo fanzines on eBay (mostly comics-related). Thanks to Forbidden Planet for the tip-off.

– Justine Larbalestier ponders one of the age old questions of the Internet (the one I tend to call, “Why do you see the fact that I don’t like the same books as you as a threat?”) She also considers forcing John Scalzi to wear a ballgown.

The Economist does a daily blog post linking to interesting writing about economics. Today’s links included one to this post by Charlie Stross on the economics of book length.

– One of the more interesting presentations at the recent DEMO conference was about the use of quantum dots in camera phones. Mashable has a nice summary. I like seeing technology I first read about in SF novels finding its way into everyday life.

– Mind control: wear this simple helmet and you can control a computer just by thinking.

A Little Melbourne Pride

So the planned protest march took place in Melbourne, and Amanda was there to give support. She made it into The Age as a result. You can read the article here. I just want to draw attention to this comment she made:

”I was telling my friends in Sydney about this rally and they were complaining that Sydney has similar problems, but do you think anyone would get off their arses and organise a f—ing rally? No! But the Melbourne people instantly have a parade – I love it here,” she said.

Go Melbourne! I am so proud. 🙂

Saving Melbourne’s Music

Amanda Palmer is on tour in Australia at the moment, and through her I became aware of this protest movement. Apparently, in an effort to crack down on drunken violence, Victoria’s government is imposing stringent new licensing restrictions on clubs and bar. Offering live music is a major trigger in deciding that a venue needs to be required to spend large sums of money on professional bouncers. Many live music venues are reported to be facing closure as a result. It sounds fairly serious to me. Can anyone from Melbourne comment?

Ain’ts No More

For the benefit of those of you not familiar with NFL history, the New Orleans Saints have a long tradition of under-achievement. So much so that their fans started referring to them as the “Ain’ts” and coming to games with paper bags over their heads. Last night that tradition was gloriously laid to rest.

It was, in many ways, a fairytale ending. And that’s not just the heartwarming story of a city trashed by a hurricane and left to rot by Washington working its way back to self-confidence on the back of a successful sports team. Stories and story-makers about in New Orleans.

There was the trans-Atlantic connection for a start. The Saints’ head coach, Sean Payton, spent some happy early years in England as quarterback of the Leicester Panthers. Playing at tight end on the same team was a lad called Martin Johnson who is the former captain and now head coach of the England rugby squad.

Then there’s the literary connection. On my twitter feed Neil Gaiman and Peter Straub were cheering on the Saints in support of their friend and fanatical Saints fan, Poppy Z. Brite. I understand that Harlan Ellison was supporting the Saints too.

I don’t have any Hollywood people on my Twitter feed, but I’m sure that Brad Pitt was cheering for the Saints and the city he adopted following Hurricane Katrina.

New Orleans is a city where everyone loves to go to party. It has hosted several superbowls for that very reason. Now at last it has a chance to party in its own right. As Bill McLaren might have said, there will have been dancing in the French Quarter last night. They’ll probably still be dancing next week.

Let’s drop in on Preservation Hall and see what they are up to.

Coulthart on Dean

John Coulthart has a long and impassioned post up about Roger Dean. Here are a couple of tasters:

There’s a certain kind of critic, usually male and British, who finds the exercise of a Romantic imagination to be a suspect and unwholesome activity. That suspicion often sees a single “story” being told in art history which skips from Impressionism to Cubism and ignores the Symbolists and Decadents; it dismisses Dalí’s work after the 1930s and won’t even look at the paintings of HR Giger, Ernst Fuchs or Mati Klarwein; it’s a suspicion which marginalised Mervyn Peake almost to the year of his death in 1968, which scowls at genre fiction and ignored JG Ballard (always a proud science fiction writer) until his Booker Prize nomination in 1984. Minimalism and restraint is favoured over exuberant invention, and a blokey cynicism is favoured over any kind of visionary impulse which is seen as tasteless or kitsch, with “kitsch” in this context almost always meaning “whatever I dislike”. For every Marina Warner, Michael Moorcock, Clive Barker or China Miéville who assert and promote the value of the imagination, you’ll find a vocal crowd who find the whole thing to be unpalatable and juvenile.

and…

The writings of JG Ballard and Philip K Dick gained widespread popularity when the world began to more closely resemble their fiction. In Roger Dean’s case, technology is now better able to bring his imagination to life. Over the past decade we’ve seen the creation of buildings which resemble his organic designs while his holistic approach to architecture and the environment is more widely accepted than it was when Views first appeared.

FWIW, my college room poster was Dalí, not Dean. I have albums by Pink Floyd and Emerson, Lake & Palmer, and I have lots by King Crimson, but I could never get used to Jon Anderson’s voice.

Live at the Hootenanny

Of of the good things about being in the UK at New Year is that I’m able to watch Jools Holland’s annual BBC2 broadcast of fabulous live music. I’ve yet to find a better way to see the New Year in, even if Jools is much less impressive behind a microphone than behind a piano.

One of the acts I wanted to catch this year was Mercury Award winners, Florence and the Machine. I wasn’t too impressed with the song of their own that they played, but Florence Welch has a great voice, as she proves here when she teams up with Jools and his Rhythm & Blues Orchestra for a fabulous rendition of “My baby just cares for me.”

Also, I want that dress!

Sir Tom Jones and Dave Edmunds were as wonderful as ever, and while Boy George might be a bit fatter and croakier these days the old Culture Club singles are still wonderful. I enjoyed performances by Paloma Faith and Paolo Nutini, both of whom were new to me, but the standout performances of the evening were from a Mexican classical guitar duo, Rodrigo y Gabriela. I can’t find a clip of them from last night’s show on YouTube, but here they are doing what they do best with “Tamacun.”

Next time a Mexican restaurant subjects us to a Mariachi band I am so going to make a nuisance of myself asking them to play stuff like that.

Seasonal Muzak

I have probably enthused here before about the wonderful selections of Christmas music put together by my friend Marc Gascoigne. Well, now that Marco is the Glorious Leader at Angry Robot he’s put together a special collection of science fiction-themed Christmas songs. There are, of course, some right stinkers around. As Marco says, “Santa & the Satellite is almost completely incomprehensible, but thankfully he has spared you that one. If this sort of thing amuses you, do click through and download the entire collection. But if a small amount of seasonal jollity is all you can stand here’s one of my personal favorites – the theme tune from Santa Conquers the Martians, “Hooray for Santy Claus.”

As we all know, there is no sanity clause, which reminds me that it is time for my annual recommendation of the very wonderful collections of Christmas tunes produced by the H.P. Lovecraft Historical Society. Christmas simply isn’t Christmas without such much loved old songs as “Great Old Ones are Coming to Town,” “It’s the Most Horrible Time of the Year,” “Have Yourself a Very Scary Solstice,” and “Away in a Madhouse.” I’ve linked to this before now, but just in case anyone out there is still resisting the inevitable triumph of the Great Old Ones, here’s the fabulous “It’s Beginning to Look a Lot Like Fish Men.”

And finally, a magnificent animation short with Cthulhu himself conducting a bunch of suspicious looking characters in a rendition of “The Carol of the Old Ones.”

You can gibber now.

Have to Drive

America has ground to a halt for the very long holiday weekend that is Thanksgiving. As this is the time of year to get together with one’s family, travel is famously a nightmare.

Kevin and I planned to get on the road around midday and actually managed it about 12:30. Amazingly the roads were clear all through Niles Canyon and up 680 as far as the dreaded Cordelia Junction where we stopped to stretch our legs on the grounds that the van wouldn’t be going that much slower in a car park than on the road.

Fortunately the snarls don’t last too long. Today’s were perhaps a little longer than usual due to a couple of accidents around Fairfield. It took us an hour to get to Cordelia and another hour, including leg stretch, to get to Vacaville where we stopped for lunch.

North of Vacaville the roads were fairly clear and we were able to roar along and turn off the traffic news, instead opting to treat the good Christian folk of the Sacramento Valley to the dulcet tones of Miss Amanda Palmer. We did not get arrested, though the idiot in the SUV who was doing around 90 did get pulled over by a passing highway patrolman. As he was passing us at the time he attracted the attention of the officer I can conclude that the CHP is more concerned about speeding than my singing. This was no consolation to Kevin.

Talking of singing, you know you are still congested from teh hamthrax when you try to breath deeply. -sigh-

Anyway, we are now safely in Yuba City and tomorrow will make the short trip up to Sutter to have Thanksgiving lunch with Kevin’s family. I was pleased to have the hotel reception guy ask us if we really needed our room serviced tomorrow because they didn’t want to keep the maids at work too long. Here’s hoping for a nice, quiet weekend.

Link Salad for Second Breakfast

Kevin and I are both very tired this morning. We have no idea why. However, breakfast and caffeine should fix that. In the meantime, in the great hobbit tradition of Second Breakfast, I offer up a big plate of link salad.

Out and About

The last 24 hours have been fairly busy for Kevin and myself. We’ve managed no less than four separate events in that time.

Last night we attended the Transgender Day of Remembrance service in San Francisco. It was extremely well attended — not just standing room only but packed solid. The event went very smoothly, and included messages of support from Mayor Newson and the State Senate (the latter delivered personally by Mark Leno). It is always depressing to attend such events and hear about how many people have been killed (often very brutally killed), but at the same time it is good to see more and more people expressing sorrow over the murders, and more politicians prepared to stick their necks out by doing so themselves.

Having finished there we headed off to FyDySyFy, a Friday night fannish meet-up that takes place in the bar of the Hyatt Regency down by Embarcadero. It is a fairly small event — there were only six of us there — but the hotel is truly spectacular inside and the hot buttered rum they were serving as a winter warmer went down very well indeed. Many thanks to Espana Sheriff for inviting us along.

This morning we had a board meeting of SFSFC, much of which was given over to a post-mortem on the World Fantasy Convention that we ran. Thankfully most people seem to be very happy with us, though the art show was well below par and the World Fantasy Board appears to never be happy with the performance of its operating committees. Most importantly, we did not lose money, though the people who are continuing to spread rumors of rapacious profiteering on our part will need to be very creative with our accounts in order to justify their claims.

Finally this afternoon a group of us headed up to Alameda for an open day at St.George’s Distillery, our local vendor of superb flavored falling-over-water. The theme of event was “prom night” and there were many fine outfits in evidence, but we decided to go as the school’s goth kids. Kevin Roche and Andy Trembley were superbly attired as ever, and my outfit went down sufficiently well for one young lady to ask me if she could have her picture taken with me.

As well as various spirits, fruit liqueurs and so on, the event features numerous quality food vendors, including another local favorite: Recchuiuti Chocolates. There was also a band called Farewell Typewriter who played mostly cover songs but were very good.

So I’m totally rocked out on absinthe and 80’s pop numbers. Thankfully Kevin makes a wonderful designated driver. I’m now off to drink lots of water and orange juice. I’ll leave you with a photo of us in the old aircraft hanger that the distillery calls home.

Cheryl & Kevin in Hanger One

A Specialist Market?

I’ve just been reading an interesting essay on Fingertips, a web site that specializes in music recommendation. The author, Jeremy Schlosberg, has been thinking about the way musicians such as Amanda Palmer operate in the new digital world and Kevin Kelly’s famous “1,000 True Fans” post. Although this is presented as a music issue, it is relevant to writers as well.

The basic idea of Kelly’s post was that if an artist can find 1,000 “true fans” who are willing to pay him or her $100 a year, that’s enough to live off. It is a “long tail” type idea. Schlosberg’s concern is that by focusing on finding these super-fans, musicians will isolate themselves from a wider market, and potentially find themselves trapped into having to provide the sort of art their fans want (that’s a very simplistic version – read the whole thing to get all of the issues). Obviously the same is potentially true of writers.

While I understand the concern, my gut feel is that Schlosberg is wrong. And the reason I feel that way is because I believe it is a mistake to think of these super-fans in isolation from the wider music-listening (or book-reading) audience. You can’t separate the two. Indeed, my own view is that you are only likely to be able to get 1,000 super-fans if the total audience for your work is at least 100,000 people. It goes back to the basic Internet rule that if you put up a work with a “donate” button, only 1% of the people who consume that work (read it, listen to it, use it if is software) will be prepared to pay for it.

It may well be that some writers can become like, to use Schlosberg’s example, jazz musicians, and be supported only by a small and devoted group of fans. But for most writers I’m pretty sure they’ll only get fans prepared to give them money if there’s a much larger group of fans who read them and don’t pay. The existence of these super-fans is predicated on the existence of casual fans.

AFP On the Economics of Art

Amanda Palmer has a new blog post up responding to the storm of interest in her post explaining why she asks for money online. As expected she got a few idiots insisting that she provide music for them for free, or that she “get a proper job,” but the vast majority of the respondents appear to have made interesting points, and Amanda replies to many of them. I’d like to pick up on a few points that are relevant to us book people.

Firstly, lets get this out of the way:

ASKING FOR MONEY FOR YOUR ART IS NOT SELLING OUT

Sadly, it bears repeating, because people keep forgetting it.

And you know, this is absolutely a class issue. The idea that artists should not charge for their work presupposes that they are either independently wealthy or that they are supported by someone who is. It is exactly the same argument that was fought over professionalism in sport. Anyone who is good enough should be able to make a career in art.

Secondly, Amanda notes that what is right for her is not necessarily right for others. In particular she says that for people like Lady Gaga the big record company route is exactly the right thing to do. This is correct, and the same will be true for books. You won’t see Neil doing what Amanda does, except in support of her.

As markets become more global and more transparent, the power law effect becomes even more marked, and the number of major celebrities in each field becomes smaller. Amanda can’t compete with Lady Gaga in the celebrity stakes, and nor does she want to, because she doesn’t produce the same sort of music. It is the same with books. You won’t find M. John Harrison trying to compete with Dan Brown for the celebrity author market.

But market concentration means that the retail business is becoming less and less interested in mid list artists — whether they be in music or books — and that means that people like Amanda, or Cat Valente, or Tim Pratt, have to turn to more direct means to make a living.

One thing that didn’t come up in Amanda’s post was any accusation of “self-publishing”. Musicians self-publish all of the time. So is it right for them but not for us?

Well, not exactly. Like Cat and Tim, Amanda is not new to publishing. She has been through the record label process and worked with other musicians and producers. Tim and Cat have been through the big publisher process and have worked with editors. In all three cases the artist in question has learned enough to have a good idea of when something is polished enough to be presented to the public. If, on the other hand, your work has never been near a professional editor, and you only take feedback from friends and family, the chances are that your fiction probably isn’t ready for the public. Not always, but mostly.

So I don’t see anything wrong with writers self-publishing the way that Cat and Tim are doing. If they are good enough then it will work for them. Nor do I have any objection to them, or Amanda, asking for money. Because I think it is the way things will have to go in the future. We are already in a position where many of the really good SF&F novels that come out are produced by small presses that can’t get their wares into high street bookstores. Even big names like Tor can’t get their entire catalog into bookstores. It will only get worse from here.

So for good writers to make money we need to find other ways to get them paid. Self-publishing is one. Paying good rates for online fiction is another. Which is why Clarkesworld pays SFWA rates for its fiction. And why we, like Amanda, ask you to give us money. To quote our donations page: “Every dollar donated to Clarkesworld Magazine goes into our fiction, non-fiction and art budgets.”

Introducing the Eigenharp

Eigenharp - image from BBC web siteIt looks like a cross between an electric guitar and a bassoon, but it is a full featured synthesizer that can sound like just about any instrument you want.

The main idea is apparently that it is light and portable, and therefore ideal for live gigs, which are becoming much more important to musicians’ livelihoods in these days of free digital downloads. It rather looks like the sort of thing that Amanda Palmer would find very useful. I know that if I had any shred of musical talent I would want one.

The BBC has a feature, including video of a band using the instrument. The official web site is here.