Saturday, October 1, 2011

Slogans for the "Occupy Wall Street" Protesters

One frequent comment made about the "Occupy Wall Street" protest is that the participants don't have clear aims, or that their aims are all different. So I tried to come up with a few slogans that might encapsulate the views of at least some of the protesters, and if I find the time to go down there myself (which I'd like to do), I'll get some poster-board and use them.
I came up with three. Here they are:


WALL STREET: STOP GAMBLING OUR MONEY & BUYING OUR CONGRESSMEN!


BOARDS & CEO's: SAY "NO" TO NEXT YEAR'S CASH BONUSES! REWARD RESPONSIBILITY, NOT RISKY, SHORT-TERM PROFITS!


WASHINGTON: PASS CAMPAIGN FINANCE REFORM SO YOU CAN
  • REGULATE DERIVATIVES TRADING!
  • CAP CORPORATE BONUSES!
  • PUNISH THE HIGH-PROFILE GAMBLERS!
  • TELL THEIR LOBBYISTS TO SOD OFF!

Sunday, August 14, 2011

D&D vs. Virtual Worlds

In my adult life, I have occasionally experienced disapproval or even derision upon admitting that as a youth I once played Dungeons & Dragons. I have always found, and continue to find, such disapproval surprising; for what could be healthier for a teenager than to engage in harmless role play in the company of friends, with the television off, and without (in my and my friends’ case) drugs or alcohol, while exercising our imaginations and our skills at vivid communication? I often think the disapprovers might better direct their criticisms to today’s internet-based virtual-reality sites, such as Second Life and Entropia Universe. It is not simply because they constitute temptations to spend more hours of one’s day in front of a screen, or even to part with hard-earned money. Rather, these sites make its users do what Dungeons & Dragons players were frequently accused of, but never actually did: settle down into a mental space that is in neither reality nor make-believe, but in some unhealthy realm between the two.
An obvious aspect of these sites is that the worlds they present are not completely virtual. Players can purchase specific individual benefits (for example, property) with real money, and then sell benefits (such as access to the property, or tickets to cultural events that take place on that property), again with real money. Since real-money transactions are brought to bear on the play of the game, the virtuality of the world is broken.
When I was a kid playing Dungeons & Dragons, the only way your character could obtain things in the game (treasure, weapons, spells) was by doing things within the world of the game, such as steal the treasure from monsters, buy the weapons with the treasure thus obtained, or acquire spells by a process of “aging” that depended on “experience points” gained only through game play. D&D and other role-playing games were truly closed systems, with no benefits or liabilities transferable to the real world, other than a lingering sense of satisfaction or disappointment when the game was over. If your character did well, you felt good, and if your character didn’t do well, you might feel less good, but you had fun playing the game, and you got your portion of escape from the dreary world of suburban, middle-class America.
Role-playing in Second Life or Entropia Universe, however, is open to constant, continual changing of conditions using real-world equity. Users easily buy what they would like their characters to have and, having accrued profits from their investments, can even withdraw that profit, for use in the real world. If virtual worlds are games, then they are games in which persistent cheating is embraced and built into the rules.
Besides making virtual worlds potential arenas of real-world corruption and manipulation, the ability to import and export real money into and out of these “worlds” makes them fundamentally different from earlier forms of role-playing. The discrepancy is reflected in the language the sites use: they do not call their services games, but “worlds,” participants are not players, but “users,” and the fictional people they control are not characters, but “avatars.” Though this vocabulary has surely been developed for marketing purposes (many adults who use virtual-reality sites would never admit to devoting so much of their time and money to playing games), it is eerily appropriate. For virtual-reality Web sites offer double escape: that is, escape not only from the challenges and limitations of the real world, but also from the challenges and limitations of games.

Sunday, October 17, 2010

Roger Waters' "The Wall" at Nassau Coliseum, Oct. 13, 2010

When the tickets went on sale last spring, I admit I wasn't sure whether to bother. I'd been disappointed by Roger Waters' 2006 tour which featured him singing his "Dark Side of the Moon" parts in front of a staggeringly professional, precise, and unremarkable backing band.

But "The Wall" was fantastic. The music was loud, angry and crystal clear. The current production downplays the personal, Freudian-psychological aspects of the album and its original tour, and ragefully indicts politics, mass media and corporate discourse. The animation behind "Goodbye Blue Sky" featured bombers dropping bombs in the shape of crosses, hammer-and-sickles, crescents, dollar signs, Shell-Oil symbols and six-pointed stars. (The typically reactive ADL has criticized the animation. I wrote that clueless organization yet another angry letter. That'll show 'em.)

"Young Lust" was transformed from a story of a stoned rock star with a prostitute in his hotel room, into a portrait of a global population with its senses drowned in sexual imagery to the point of numbness. Throughout the intermission, and at various points in the show (notably during "Bring the Boys Back Home"), the Wall itself became a mosaic of identity cards of real-life murder victims of war and terrorism, whose names, photos and dates were submitted to Roger Waters' web site by fans from around the world. They included World War I victims, World War II victims, 9-11 fatalities, terrorist victims from Palestine, war victims from Iraq, civilian victims from Iraq, political victims from Iran, and many others. (The first such card to appear was that of Eric Fletcher Waters, killed at Anzio, Italy in 1944.)

The fascist-rally portion of the show was genuinely frightening. (I visited Hitler's micro city of rally grounds at Nuremberg a few years ago, and I can say that Waters' projected images brought to mind perfectly the perversion of Roman imperial grandeur and the swallowing of individual identity that those grounds still express.) The show created a unity out of the tragedies throughout the twentieth and twenty-first centuries, and out of the forces that crush human life and feeling throughout that time: political power, ideological fanaticism, corporate greed, and the three when they are in combination.

After the show, as we shuffled out towards the parking lot, packed in with the rest of the crowd, I caught a glimpse of one of the t-shirts on sale at the merchandise booth. It featured the familiar pair of crossed hammers from The Wall film. Underneath the hammers, in white block letters, were the words TRUST US.

Tuesday, December 15, 2009

Why Topaz the Cat is Better than an Ivy League Professor

As Ivy League professors advance into their 70's, they become weird, opaque and unhelpful. Some reach that point even earlier.

Topaz the cat is 19 years old and lives with us. She is weird, opaque and unhelpful. However, she is warm and fuzzy and cleans herself, and what Ivy League professor can claim that? Only a couple.

Tuesday, December 1, 2009

New Rush Monograph Validates My Taste Community

Review: Rush, Rock Music and the Middle Class: Dreaming in Middletown, by Chris McDonald (Indiana University Press, 2009)

This brand-new book has been available from Amazon.com only for about a month. A long time went by without a single customer review appearing, which is perhaps understandable, since the book is a bit dense. (No one even wrote to say they found the book dense.)
I did notice, however, that the number of used copies available of the book is growing, which may be a review in itself.
So I wrote a review of my own, and I'm excited to say that it's the first one to appear. Here it is:

This book is a high-level academic monograph, and thus some lay readers may find it difficult. But it is rich in ideas and well worth the read. The author's appreciation of Rush comes through clearly (he remains objective while not attempting to hide that he is a fan), and many of his insights into the band's work are fascinating. Moreover, through the excellent summaries of other scholars' theories about North American and middle-class culture, it has a lot of sociology to teach. Even readers who don't particularly like Rush can learn a lot about the place that "progressive rock" (a label the band itself never cared for, but the least objectionable one there is) occupies in music history, the role that the middle class has had in defining cultural tastes in twentieth-century North America, and the brand of individuality that many of middle-class North Americans were reared upon. McDonald's examination of the Ayn Rand fiasco is particularly revealing about discursive differences between North America and Great Britain. (It explains why British critics took umbrage at Rush's particular expression of individualism, while most Americans were nonplussed.)

It was all the more gratifying for me, as a fan of Rush since 1982, to have Rush's devotees examined seriously as a "taste community." I hazard to say that many Rush fans will see themselves described in these pages. The elements that made Rush appeal to many - the fantasy-escapism, the fierce individualism, the interest in technology, the love of complex musicianship - is all put in a larger cultural context. This book not only taught me a lot of sociology, but helped me put my own tastes, and those of my class and generation, in a meaningful perspective.

Friday, November 13, 2009

The White Album: More Credible than 80's Music.

Over at Hey Dullblog, there was a link to a podcast containing an interview with Nik Cohn, about his feelings towards the Beatles' White Album, both almost forty years ago, when he detested it, and today, when he merely dislikes it. It's a great listen, both for the interviewer, Ben Ratliff, and the interviewee, who are both articulate and persuasive about their points of view, and are on opposite sides of the fence about the White Album. I posted the following comment to Hey Dullblog, before deciding to post it here, too. (It's my bloggy and I'll post if I want to!)

Listening to this podcast helped me understand the point of view of critics like Nik Cohn. But it also helped me understand my own point of view towards the White Album, which happens to be nearly identical with Ratliff’s. I am about one year younger than Ratliff, and had a similar experience to his. Though the White Album was not “played in the house” from a young age (my parents had Beatles ’65 and Sgt. Pepper’s), I did have the White Album since around the time I was 11 or 12 (bought with my allowance money), and I listened to it constantly. To me, to listen to the White Album was to enter the diverse community of its images. I still remember a day I was home sick from school, and I listened to all four sides of the album straight through, while reading all the lyrics as they were sung, on the unfolded poster before me on the bed. As an 11-year-old boy in a spiritually impoverished New York suburb at the beginning of the 1980s, the creativity, the surprises, and the mystery of the album could only draw me in and hypnotize me. It couldn’t possibly strike me as arty middle-class pretension.

Nik Cohn’s reaction to the White Album did remind me, however, of how I reacted to trends in pop music a few years later. As virtually every mainstream band succumbed to 80s production values, I felt the whole world of rock music was not only falling away from me, but falling away from its own past, and from taste itself. And it wasn’t just the grooveless sounds of electronic instruments; it was the cheap emotionalism and operatic pretensions of much of the music. Just as Cohn had no patience for the White Album’s “middle-class” conceits, I experienced 80s music as self-important and wimpy.

Cohn may still find Obla-di, Obla-da “not credible,” but I always did, and still do. I know that Paul McCartney believed it when he wrote it, and even if I sometimes prefer to skip past the song, I genuinely hear Paul’s belief in his words and the music that carries them. And his accidental inversion in the lyrics—along with “Cry Baby Cry,” later in the album—give me a more compelling message that adult relationships are not always what they seem than any other pop songs I can think of.

Likewise am I convinced that John Lennon meant it when he sang “the sun is up, the sky is blue, it’s beautiful and so are you” (also criticized by Cohn), not just because I happen to know the story of why he wrote it, but because I feel it in the track. And the fact that this song is followed immediately by “Glass Onion” (the gentle, fading guitar picking followed by the abrupt CLUMP...CLUMP of the bass and drums) shows that Lennon could invoke genuine naïveté and then slaughter it, too.

If you want not-credible, how about Don Henley singing “I can tell you my love for you will still be strong,” or Mister Mister singing “Take these broken wings and learn to fly again, learn to live so free.” Does anyone think that when Simple Minds sang “don’t you forget about me,” they really hoped that someone wouldn’t forget about them? I don’t. I don’t even believe that the Bangles wanted to walk like Egyptians.

One interesting aside: I was excited to discover that Cohn’s medieval-historian father, whom he mentioned in the conversation, was Norman Cohn, who wrote a book called The Pursuit of the Millennium, a study of millenarian religious cults in medieval Europe. I read this book in my freshman year of college, for a course called “End of the World Movements.” It’s a book about groups of people who began feeling that the culture of the Papacy was not credible.

Sunday, October 25, 2009

Leonard Cohen in NYC, October 23, 2009

My GF and I had the thrill of seeing Leonard Cohen perform last night at Madison Square Garden. Rather than try to top what she had to say about it on her own blog, I've chosen to begin by importing her very entry, below:

I knew very little about Leonard Cohen until recently, and BF had never seen him live, even though he owns most of his albums on vinyl and has been to Leonard Cohen's childhood home and met his sister.

The night was unforgettable. He played for three and a half hours to a totally packed Madison Square Garden. It was the longest concert BF had ever been to, and he's seen RUSH live. I think it was the longest I've ever been to as well; I think Springsteen in 1984 topped out at three hours.

Leonard Cohen's voice sounded beautiful, and his wit, energy, and showmanship were superb. He's 74, and anyone who thinks old musicians shouldn't perform hasn't seen him. I think his age was an asset to him -- he filled the place with warmth, humor, and the sheer quality of his years and years of experience.

Notwithstanding the performer's age, another notable aspect of the concert was the apparent mean age of the audience. For the first time in a while, GF and I felt we were among the youngest people in a large crowd. Notable too was how many of the male audience members bore a physical resemblance to Leonard Cohen. (GF thought so, too.)

The show opened with "Dance Me to the End of Love," the song with which Cohen has been opening shows now for many years. The first half comprised mostly songs from his second period - the keyboard-oriented period (from 1984's "Various Positions" to the present), in which Cohen has been using the keyboard, rather than the guitar, to compose his songs. A memorable exception was "Who by Fire," which began with an extended, mesmerizing solo by Javier Mas on the archilaud. The second half, however, began with a generous clump of older songs from the guitar period, including "The Gypsy's Wife" and - most unexpected - "The Partisan."

The physical setup of the show was tasteful. The band performed in front of a massive ruffled curtain, onto which various muted colors were projected, and, just occasionally, Cohen's image of the two intertwined hearts. Two modestly sized video screens hung high above the audience at the far right and left edges of the stage. As far as I'm concerned, this handling of screens is far preferable to having a screen directly behind the performers, because it gives the audience the freedom to decide whether to look at the performers or shift their eyes over to their magnified screen images; with a screen directly behind them, performers and screen compete against each other the whole night.

The audience was surprisingly quiet during most of the songs, not including the applause, which was very enthusiastic, but contained to the beginnings and endings of songs, and not including moments of laughter at some of Leonard Cohen's more sly lyrics (for example, "You told me then you preferred handsome men / But for me you would make an exception," from "Chelsea Hotel"). But I suppose the quiet is typical for a Leonard Cohen audience. (Since my other MSG experiences were Roger Waters, Bob Dylan and Tom Petty, and - when I was a small child - the Ringling Brothers and Barnum & Bailey Circus, I can say it was the quietest experience I've ever had or am likely to have inside Madison Square Garden.) There were some exceptions to the quiet. One very loud man somewhere in the stands behind us belted out a request for "Death of a Ladies' Man," the title song from the one studio album that was not represented in the evening's program. The other exception was an Irish couple sitting next to us who arrived late, plopped down heavily in their seats, never stopped chattering, and never stopped peering down at the screen of their cell phone. It felt too odd to ask them to quiet down. Technically, this was an arena pop concert, not Lincoln Center. But it could have been. On his next tour, it would be entirely appropriate for LC to consider booking LC.