Pomp Rock Heaven

Over at Cocktail Party Physics, Jennifer Ouellette talks about the physics behind Jean-Michel Jarre’s laser harp (complete with video). She also talks about the photocello and the photonic guitar, which use optical fibers instead of strings, and were invented by a chap from Montreal.

Hello, Anticipation Programming? Any chance of getting Professor Kashyup to Worldcon next year?

Post Cultural Imperial Melancholy

I’ve been hearing even more whingeing than usual on this trip back to the UK. Most of it has come from cricket commentators. It is apparently not fair that India should have a high profile Twenty20 tournament when England doesn’t. And it is not fair that Manchester should be denied the right to hold test matches simply because their ground exposes the poor spectators to all of the vagaries of the local weather while newer grounds like Cardiff and Southampton have invested heavily in good facilities. Because cricket is a game played mainly by the upper classes (state schools generally don’t give kids the chance to play the game) it isn’t surprising to find that cricket people are a conservative bunch who think than if something has happened in the past it should always happen in the future, just because it is traditional.

This morning, however, UK newspapers are full of the same sort of nonsense over the Eurovision Song Contest. It is, apparently, not fair that the Russians should win. Those nasty Eastern European types all vote for each other and not for us. And it is not fair that the UK should finish last, even though most people seem to have agreed well in advance that the UK entry was hopeless. It is time, they suggest, for Western Europe to secede from Eurovision and set up its own song contest: one that Western countries will always win, just like they used to before they let a bunch of foreigners into the competition. (Here, as examples, are The Times and the BBC.)

Aw, c’mon. Firstly, Eurovision has always been a jingoistic nonsense. Before Eastern Europe joined in it tended to be a bit of a North v South affair (which the French, Italians, Spanish and Portuguese generally lost because they could never get past their love of overly-emotional ballads). If the UK always used to do well, that just meant that it happened to be in with the majority. Now it isn’t. Get over it.

Furthermore, of all the stupid things to get nationalistic about, why Eurovision? As the great John McEnroe used to say, “you cannot be serious, man.”

Look, if the Russians and their pals want to win Eurovision, that’s fine with me. Though I hope very much that the rest of Eastern Europe insists on getting a fair share of the spoils over the year. In the meantime, I want the West to engage in a little cultural imperialism of a different sort. I think we should stay in the contest, and vote resolutely for the Eastern European entry that gets the highest score on our gaydar. Let them compete amongst themselves, but make it it clear that we’ll support the countries that make the best show of looking open and inclusive and liberal. That will give them something to think about.

And if you think this is entirely a joke, I point you at this article that talks about how the Israelis have decided to require their contestants to have served in the military, a rule that would have excluded one of their three winners, Dana International.

Boo! Hiss!

The Eurovision Song Contest is now so huge that they have to have semi-finals to determine who will be allowed into the main event. Semi-final #1 has just taken place (thanks Feorag!) and the sad news is that Dustin the Turkey has failed to make it through to the final. All I can say is that the voters, whoever they might be, have no taste, especially for turkey. Maybe they needed more cranberry sauce.

Ah well, at least I can cheer for the Finns.

Sweet Sixteen

One of the people on my LJ friends list had a meme post over the weekend that was all about what mix tapes or CDs you put together when you were sixteen. Of course when I was sixteen cassette tapes had barely been invented, but it did get me looking around the Internet to find out what music I might have been listening to in 1973. The original post is friends-locked, but I so enjoyed reminding myself of all this stuff that I thought I’d share it with you.

I suspect that many people end up believing that the music they listen to as a teenager is the best music ever. I try not to do that. Hopefully you’ve seen me talking about some of my favorite modern bands and artists such as Guillemots, The Go Team, Bat for Lashes and Amy Winehouse. But at the same time I’ll aways have a fondness for David Bowie, Roxy Music and Mott the Hoople. Little Feat, I hope, are now recognized as a timeless classic. The list is below the cut, and is selected from both albums and singles. Enjoy.
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Video Mining

Just in case you don’t think that Mungo Jerry are quite cool enough to make a point, here are the utterly unimpeachable (and seriously alright) The Who.

It is a very old video in which Roger Daltrey demonstrates that he once subscribed to the John Entwistle theory of stage presence. This, of course, was before Roger signed up for the Charles Atlas body building course (and you know I think he looks a lot better now, but then I never did go for mods).

The Last Word

Who would have thought that a single word could bring teh Intrawebs to their knees in this way? Yes, everyone is talking about it, even the Great Old Ones.

I suspect that someone else in the vast mass of postings has already (or should that be “all ready”?) thought of this, but just in case here are Mungo Jerry with three little words for John Scalzi.

(Note to US readers – Steve Wright was a DJ on Radio 1 when I was a lot younger than I am now. These days he’s old too and so he’s on Radio 2, so so they say on Wikipedia, you wouldn’t catch me listening to Radio 2.)

DIY Rock

The BBC has news that Radiohead are releasing their latest single in parts. No, silly, not like a novel. What I mean is that you can get the individual tracks – voice, guitar, bass, drums and strings – separately and re-mix them yourself. You can also add your own tracks to it. And the band is running a competition for the best remix. This is a seriously cool idea, and one I’d be totally up for if I had the time and musical talent. It also seems to me to be the musical equivalent of encouraging fanfic of your own work.

Listen to the Band

OK, now I’m awake. Nothing like top class rock music to blow you through a workout. And I have the very best.

Which reminds me, if I haven’t been listing music very often while I’ve been in Orlando it is because I didn’t pack my travel speakers and the hotel doesn’t have an input jack on the radio. Really, every hotel should provide the means to route MP3 players to speakers.

Hello Ireland

Yes, it is St. Paddy’s Day once more. The green beer will doubtless be flowing in pubs around the world. Having seen what passes for “Irishness” in Australia and America, I’m rather relieved that St. David’s Day doesn’t get the same treatment. However, not everyone goes in for the Celtic Cuteness thing. John Scalzi does a pretty good job of representing Irish culture. In a similar but related vein, here are a few things he missed.
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Turkey Season Begins

No, not Thanksgiving, we are talking music. Well, sort of an approximation to music. This is the time of year when countries all over Europe get down to the serious business of choosing which song will represent them at the Eurovision Song Contest. It is, of course, an exercise in seeing just how awful a song you can stomach in pursuit of the noble cause of trying to win. I have long since given up paying any attention to the UK entries because they always seem to manage the awfulness without having any of the attendant character required. The UK would never have gone with Lordi (though they may, at some point, go with a Lordi clone now that rubber masks have been done). The Irish, on the other hand, seem to know how to win this thing (they have done so seven times), and this year they have a real turkey. Well, not quite real, he’s a puppet. But this year’s Irish entry will be sung by Dustin the Turkey. Through the magic of YouTube, here is Dustin singing the Irish entry: “Douze Pointes for Ireland”.

But maybe that’s not the final version, because here’s another one, with video this time, and much more of that classic Eurovision beat. Here (thanks Frank) is “Irlande Douze Pointe”:

Fabulous. I’m voting for him.

The Economist on CDs

The Economist has weighed in on the music industry story. I love their opening paragraph:

IN 2006 EMI, the world’s fourth-biggest recorded-music company, invited some teenagers into its headquarters in London to talk to its top managers about their listening habits. At the end of the session the EMI bosses thanked them for their comments and told them to help themselves to a big pile of CDs sitting on a table. But none of the teens took any of the CDs, even though they were free. “That was the moment we realised the game was completely up,” says a person who was there.

(Hat tip to Tim Anderson).

Scary stuff, though fortunately I can’t yet see a situation where you could put a pile of free books out at Worldcon and no one would take one. And not only because most people at Worldcon haven’t been teenagers for several decades.