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A Better Way Backward

Hey, remember QTrax? There were plenty of other sources reporting on its old-school dotcom launch party, as well as the subsequent Apollo 1-level launch disaster, which featured even their putative deal with EMI vanishing like a booth babe at midnight; I honestly felt too bad (well, apathetic) for them to join in the kicking when they were so clearly down. Today Sumana pointed out that the service is now in the annals of vaporware, just below Duke Nukem Forever. According to that article, the few songs they did try to offer were skimmed off Limewire and then DRMed. I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone try to start a service so completely benefit-free.

It’s 2008 now, guys. Last year half of the future’s audience didn’t buy a single CD; does anyone really think that audio media featuring any kind of encumbrance are still going to turn a profit? It’s time we started treating music delivery as a resource, not a service, and that means you have to get a lot better at it before you can make a living on the gouge.

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Right now people searching for breakdancing videos still comprise the vast majority of my bandwidth users. That’s just not right, and we should fix it. But how, you say? By shooting breakdancers. The end!

Oh, and also: Jon’s got a new EP out, and you can download it! It’s called West State Line and it’s amazing to hear his music finally given the pro treatment it deserves. There are snares and backing vocals and even a little bit of string! Let’s listen to it together! I’ll make popcorn! I will also make calf eyes at you.

My favorite parts so far are Ghost Town, especially the bridge, and Meg White, which needs to be an indie anthem.

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Something not to be cynical about

Miscellétudes: David Flora making music on the interweb! It was Lisa’s idea to make him do a weekly one-minute composition, but I get to host him for it.

I think this is frickin’ great!

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I think 360 is my new favorite song. If you understand why, you probably also understand why I like Modern Humor Authority so much.

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Bus Ride Epiphany

Thinking about the Zappa quote from Leonard and the yesterday’s brilliant perspective-shift post at the iPAC blog brought me to a conclusion this morning, and I think it’s an important one. Just as printer manufacturers are actually in the business of selling toner cartridges, and just as FM radio and broadcast TV are in the business of selling your attention to advertisers, the record industry (like its tagalong, the movie industry) is not in the business of selling records. Their business has nothing to do with sales.

Think of the constituents of the RIAA as a group of investment brokers. Their customers are musicians, from whom they obtain capital in three forms: new music, the rights to that music, and promissory notes on the advances that constitute most of any musician’s pay.

You and I are the stocks in which they invest that capital, by means of advertising, radio and television play, and physical or electronic distribution. Even for the least successful major-label musicians, that investment typically yields a profit in the multi-hundred percentage range. For the most successful, it’s orders of magnitude greater–all the millions of $17.95s people pay for the big names.

Of that profit, the record company takes an eighty-nine percent commission.

Then it gives the remaining two bucks back to its investor, the artist–if it gives anything at all. Most of the time, the artist never even sees that two bucks, because it goes toward paying for the advance they got from the record company (more capital). You’re probably already familiar with this part of the story: it’s often years before the artist begins to see the royalty checks start to trickle in. Meanwhile, he or she is living off the advances with very little actual money to his or her name, and the record company is applying pressure to spend that money to create another, more lavish album (yet more capital).

This model actually helps me better understand the RIAA’s position on their thousands of lawsuits. They know that suing their customers is bad business, but they don’t believe they’re doing that: they’re suing us, the entities from whom they buy money with music, because it seems like we’re taking their capital and giving no return on investment.

Remember, when you “buy” a CD, you aren’t actually purchasing anything. You’re leasing from the record company the right to listen to a certain selection of music in a strictly specified manner of their choosing. The actual piece of plastic itself is basically a perk, with which you are not allowed to do as you please–you can make exactly one copy of it, which you can’t give to anyone else, and they’d rather you not be allowed to make that copy at all. They still want the rights of the lease to be attached to that piece of plastic, though. If you break it, they’re not going to send you a replacement, and you’re not allowed to download another copy of it from someone else (even though you still ought to have those listening rights).

In essence, they want contractual control over their capital after they’ve invested it, just as shareholders have to some degree. When they file lawsuits, they see themselves taking class action against negligent publicly-held corporations who spent their share prices in Bimini instead of running profitable businesses. They feel wronged, and justified for it.

I hope this makes clear how completely insane and backwards the music business model is. Forgive me, but I want to go over the big points again:

  • The RIAA is a group of brokers with their pick of clients, most of whom are willing to do anything to be allowed to invest with them.
  • They take capital from the investors whom they deem worthy, invest it, and reap huge profits.
  • From those profits, they exact a commission of eighty-nine to a hundred percent.
  • They’re well aware that their business model is incredibly shaky, and that they suddenly have a deadly competitor–the Internet–who is providing all their services, better than they can do so, for free.
  • Just as monopolies have done again and again over the course of American history, they are trying to legislate and sue it out of existence.

This is why they have no qualms about suing grandmothers and Girl Scouts. This is why they are scared to death of Downhill Battle and everything it represents. They’ve already been pushed off the ledge, and bad law is the strawberry plant to which they’re clinging.

You probably already know that when you’re hanging from a strawberry plant with tigers above and tigers below, there’s only one thing to do: eat the strawberries. If the members of the RIAA were smart, they’d do so, by embracing and promoting voluntary collective licensing. But they’re scared, and fear makes people stupid.

It’s silly to assign agency to “the market,” to speak as if it were an active governor of what works and what doesn’t. But it’s useful, nonetheless, to think of it as a force that will eventually flatten any bad business model and replace it with a better one. This is what is happening with the record industry right now. This is why they’re going to fall, and we’re going to win.

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Unfortunately, I missed Grey Tuesday by a week, and I feel bad about that. I have more than enough space here to have participated in it, and I haven’t been keeping up with fair use or downhill news in general.

I did check in at EFF today, though, and read their “A Better Way Forward” white paper. You might want to too. It’s excellent, and I haven’t found a decent argument against it.

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“Coleman said he remained worried about the ‘heavy-handedness’ of the lawsuits, which carried fines of up to $150,000 for each song shared from their hard drives. When asked whether the fines were excessive, Bainwol said they got consumers’ attention and established a deterrent. ‘Public floggings would get attention, too, but we don’t do that,’ Coleman responded.”

Well played, Senator Coleman. Well played.

Meanwhile, over at Music That Is Free And Also Fricking Rocks, Amanda informs me that Jon has put new songs up on his IUMA page. (I have to find this out from Amanda because someone else never updates his blog. But I digress.) And! They fricking rock! “Later” and particularly “Gun” remind me of the reformed-ELO-fan sound of 56 Kilobit Sentinel, and the lo-fi / high harmony contrast in “Letting Go” might be my favorite moment in a Jon song yet. Plus the outro rocks like Silverchair.

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I didn’t realize I’d spent so much time on the computer today, but in addition to PSPing the hell out of all the mullet shots below, I shoehorned the final version of Blind Loop–now “Blind Loop in e minor”–into Noteworthy Composer. It’s not, rhythmically, quite what I intended, but then it’s a computer playing it for me and I’m not that great at notating rhythm anyway.

You can get the mp3, or if you are for some reason interested, the midi or sheet music in Noteworthy format. Consider it open source, not public domain–that is, be sure to give props, but sample all you want!

Also you can complain about the bugs and lack of plugin support, and then wait while I do nothing about it. I suggest the tar pit.

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Yesterday was my very last class at Centre, which isn’t nearly as impressive spelled out. It was also the first of two Short Story reunion concerts planned for the end of the year, and we sounded damn fine, and it was the first and last time I cheated the system here at school.

Centre students are required to attend twelve cultural events per year, as designated arbitrarily by the administration, in order to better ram the humanities down our throats. Even more than that idea, which I mildly dislike because I don’t like ramming, I can’t stand the way in which credits are assigned–there are one or two people collecting these colored cards outside the door when you leave, and if they happen to cut out early, you’re screwed out of your credit. Granted, there are around forty a year, but when the count starts getting close at the end of spring, it can be a dangerous thing. Not getting twelve credits means a pointless one-hour F credit on your transcript.

Tuesday was the Philadelphia Symphony Orchestra concert, the last convo of the year, which I had to attend because the aforementioned stupid system kept me from getting credit for two other ones to which I’d already gone. The only problem was that they suddenly moved up the start time of the concert to right in the middle of the Jon and Brendan / Jon / Short Story show.

Cheating at convos is a time-honored practice among Centre students. Most convos are boring and sucky and packed with old Danville townies, and people have other things to do most nights. You’d think that such widespread corruption would invite a reassessment of the system, and possibly a correction (like, say, a freaking ID scanner), but instead it just means that it’s impossible to get credit for a convo without a card, even with multiple witnesses.

Like I said above, I’d never done it until yesterday, when things just went beyond my control. So at 7 I left the show, went and got a card, and left through a side door. We played the rest of the show, and I returned to Newlin and idly surfed the interweb from the design studio until I heard the applause go off. Then I went downstairs, handed in my card and went on my merry way.

I’m a cheater. Except not really, because I earned the credit already. What law does that fall under? Conservation of convocations?

Rhymes aside, I finished Blind Loop. I can’t play it all consecutively right now, because I can’t play piano, but if I can get it put into a MIDI program I’ll try and post a playback here. Thanks to everybody who said you liked it!

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Last night around 3:30, I was trying to compose the start of my music theory final project in a torpid stupor with too many things on my mind. Maria told me to write the way I was feeling, which is easier said for those of us with limited tonic ability, but I managed to get it out eventually. It was a lot simpler than I expected.

Brendan Adkins - Blind Loop

For best effect, listen to it on repeat. It doesn’t seem to go anywhere except back to the beginning, and it’s stuck, and I think it hurts. And, I’m sure, it’s very easy to get tired of listening to it.

Update 1748 hrs: Yes, that’s my piano, in what I’m almost positive is her interweb debut. Isn’t she lovely?

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