Third time’s a charm!

March 13th, 2008

My last morning in America was today. I woke to a feeling that can only be described as “almost dead” as my headache, congestion and sore throat must have peaked at that moment. Once fully awake, I journeyed to the airport [accompanied by Mr. Nabeel Krafowts], arriving with little time to spare before my window of time for baggage check was closed. Luckily, the lines in international were short as hell, so I quickly made my way to the check-in machine.

This machine decided to wait nearly 10 minutes before informing me that it couldn’t find my itinerary and to try another machine further up in international.
Attempt #1: failed.

Nabeel & I quickly made our way to another check-in machine - my window of time was nearly closed. Of course, the machine I got to wasn’t reading my finger taps on the screen. Through lots of [what I can only imagine was] verbally proclaimed frustration, it was apparently made clear to the airline worker that I was in need of assistance. He suggested that I try using two fingers to press the elusive buttons on the screen. To my dismay, no difference was made. After 10-15 minutes of dicking around, he pointed me in the direction of another machine that had just opened.
Attempt #2: failed

Now, anyone who knows me well at all knows the direction in which this story is heading:
After 5 minutes on this last machine, added to the 10-15 on the previous and the 10 on the first, I had now spent 30 minutes just trying to check my baggage. And by the time this one got to the final process, I got a polite little piece of paper printed out telling me that I had missed the luggage check-in window. I looked at my phone for the time - I was one minute tardy.

Slightly perturbed, I went up to the desk to talk to the non-eticket employees and explained that I had just spent 30 minutes at the 5 minute check-in machines and they made me miss my luggage check-in time. Seeming quite annoyed, the woman behind the counter told me I was supposed to check my luggage 40 minutes prior to my departure time. I, once more, explained that I had attempted checking my luggage plenty of time before my 40 minutes were up, but after 30 minutes between the uncooperative machines I was late; it was the fault of faulty machines. She failed to grasp the concept that I didn’t choose to spend 30 minutes on broken machines and insisted that it wasn’t the airline’s fault that it took me so long to use them.

At this point I was offered two options:
1) leave the country without my luggage
2) purchase a new 1-way ticket to London for $940.

I offered her a third option:
Admitting fault and helping me out somehow instead of being ridiculous.
With the reluctant help of her supervisor, I was booked on a different flight to London.
Attempt #3: success

I’m sitting in terminal K16 @ O’Hare; my plane boards in 5 minutes.

I’m finally going to my other home.

In all fairness…

February 20th, 2008

I think that people don’t give Obama enough credit for what stances he *does* take and what actions he *does* take.

In a recen’t quote, Hillary Clinton said some things like, “It is about picking a president who relies not just on words but on work” and “The best words in the world aren’t enough unless you match them with action.”

ok, let’s look at it:
Clinton (as well as many, many others) keep blasting Obama for being a man of words and not action. However, let’s compare a little.
we have two senators: 1 with a full 6-year term (Clinton), the other with roughly 4 years as a senator (Obama).

Clinton and the media keep spouting all this stuff about how inexperienced Obama is as a senator; how it means that he’s too inexperienced to be the President. But… Clinton has only been a senator for 2 more years than Obama. That’s not exactly an over-load of experience that tips the scales in some incredible direction.

Next, let’s look at “action”. Clinton keeps telling everyone that she’s a woman of action, and that Obama will need more than words to prove what kind of person he is. Naturally, I agree that, while important, words do not count for everything; I agree that we need someone willing to take action.
BUT.
In reality, he takes just as much action as anyone.
Let’s take into account the fact that in his first elected years, Obama sponsored and introduced over 820 bills, broken down to:
233 regarding healthcare reform,
125 on poverty and public assistance,
112 crime fighting bills,
97 economic bills,
60 human rights and anti-discrimination bills,
21 ethics reform bills,
15 gun control bills,
6 veterans affairs bills
and a handful of others.

in his first year in the Senate alone, he authored 152 bills and co-sponsored another 427. These inculded:

- the Coburn-Obama Government Transparency Act of 2006 (became law),
- The Lugar-Obama Nuclear Non-proliferation and Conventional Weapons Threat Reduction Act, (became law),
- The Comprehensive Immigration Reform Act, passed the Senate,
- The 2007 Government Ethics Bill, (became law),
- The Protection Against Excessive Executive Compensation Bill, (In committee)

and a bunch more.

want to know how many Clinton passed in her 6 years as a Senator?
20 twenty pieces of legislation. t-w-e-n-t-y.

I’d say that’s a pretty considerable difference in numbers.
I’d also say that it’s a little clearer vision of how Obama can take just as much action as Clinton can; I think it’s unfair of anyone to claim he doesn’t take action.

(all of these things can be found listed in Senate Records located at the Library of Congress www.thomas.loc.gov.)

also, in all fairness, he has stated his stance on where he’d like to go with things like foreign trade, Welfare, Medicare & Social Security. Just take a look at the economic speech he gave in Janesville, WI.

 I could end up eating my words about Barack Obama, but I’d rather be this fired up with hope in a candidate, than be spoon-fed (and force-fed) the same, unpromising, uninspiring bullshit that this country gets fed year after year by the people who run it.
As sad as it is to say, we put these people in power and then blame them for doing a bad job, instead of just informing ourselves and taking responsibility for the choices we make.

I’m going to shut up now, but I hope there are still some people out there that at least see where I’m coming from on all of this.

xoxo,
    - Tristan -

I met Barack Obama today. (I’m serious)

February 14th, 2008

Wow.

That one word above describes, in  full, my feelings for today. Here’s why:

I got home from a long night of work Tuesday evening/Wed morning around 3am. I had been in Janesville, WI at the GM plant setting up the staging, sound and lights for what was originally intended as a VIP-style meet and greet with Barack Obama. At some point Tuesday night I was pulled aside by Obama’s campaign reps and used as the Senator’s stand-in due to my height qualifications (apparently he’s only an inch shorter than I am). I have to state that it was extremely weird.
Plans changed sometime on Tuesday and Senator Obama decided that he’d very much love to meet a crowd of the workers at the GM plant after his guided tour, thus deciding to give a longer and more detailed speech than was previously planned for. The Press, who were once excluded from the event, were sent invites, as well as the scope of the production being toned up a notch.

I woke up Wednesday morning with a whopping 1.5 hours of sleep, ate a bagel, dressed accordingly and made my way back to Janesville. Getting into the event, being that I was staff of sorts, was much easier than the dog sniffing and wand dectection that everyone else had to go through in order to attend the speech later on in the morning. I spent a good hour or so getting to talk to and hang out with two of Senator Obama’s Secret Service agents - both incredibly well spoken, well trained and friendly individuals that successfully found a balance between taking the job seriously and not having a rod up their asses. 

Somewhere amidst his guided GM tour, endless meeting/greeting and giving an absolutely inspiring and well-delivered speech (that garnered at least half a dozen standing ovations), I had the chance to stand in a room with a handful of people including (but not limited to) some Secret Service men, Governor Jim Doyle (WI), and Senator Barack Obama.

I’m going to say it right here and now:
Barack Obama is, in my opinion, exactly what we should hope for in a President.

He’s incredibly intelligent, charismatic, funny, kind, well-spoken, witty and has a pretty good fucking idea of where this country went wrong (and what needs to be done to start fixing it). Is he perfect? Absolutely not - and no one ever will be. But, in getting to talk with him, I realized something about this man: He understands the over-emphasis that’s been put on the position of the Presidency in this country; he understands the smoke and mirrors that have been put in place to make it out to be something that it’s not and detract from everything that it can and should be.

I had a chance (along with the others in the room) to talk with him briefly about some things I had on my mind. I tried to find a middle ground in conversation - something that was political, but not too much of a formal inquisition. We all spoke of the concerns that weighed heavily on our hearts (the usual - economics, foreign relations, trade policies, health care, education, etc etc), but we also gave him a chance to speak from his own. No teleprompter, no speech prepared for our questions; just a conversation between a room of people… and some well-dressed body guards. haha. The words that left his mouth were saturated in the hope of a man who has dreams for this country and truthfully wants to do something good with it for a change. He understands that there will always be good and bad Presidents. He understands that no one can do this alone. He understands that the next Presidency will not change our world, but that the policies and actions put in place will certainly pave the road for whoever and whatever comes next… and he hopes to see them follow in the same inspiring footsteps of those great leaders of our past, so that they may become the next great leaders of our future.

One situation that was excitingly awkward was when someone raised the question on whether or not he was worried about possible assassination attempts due to being the first black President (and the percentage of the population that have him labelled as a Muslim infiltrator/terrorist thanks to clueless people like Bill O’Reilly, who have way too much power and constantly refer to him as “Osama Obama”).
Summed up, his answer was something along the lines of ”yes, i’ve thought about it. and i’d be a liar if i said it didn’t scare me or even my wife michelle… but i’m not about to let that stop me. i’ve worked too hard to fail out of fear. i think my secret service guys are just plain nervous about me being asked that question, so maybe we should change the subject before they try and throw someone to the floor.”

If nothing else, I had the opportunity to look into the face of someone I had previously labeled as genuine. and I can confirm, to the best of my abilities, that he’s the real deal.
I’ll clarify:
I don’t think he’s perfect. I don’t even claim to know enough about him from this small meeting to say, for certain, that he’ll be able to accomplish everything he says he wants to. I can, however, say that I’m going to give him the benefit of the doubt. I’ll say that, in my opinion, if anyone can be given the opportunity to start fixing what’s wrong with this country; the opportunity to unite people and lead them into the new age of this country… it should be him. 

Should he become the Democratic Presidential nominee, and should he begin to gather a well-contructed cabinet of people underneath himself, you can bet your life that he’ll get my vote in the Presidential elections.

But, to be fair, I’m frightened.
The people of  this country have become far too stupid to ever elect someone this smart, sincere and hopeful as our own President. That’s only my opinion…

 …and I’d love nothing more than to be proven wrong.

I’m Friends With A Yeti.

December 13th, 2007

Hi!
I haven’t written anything in a while, so I figured I would take this time (while listening to the new As Tall As Lions EP) to recap my winter thus far.

 I’ve been writing a lot of stuff on guitar lately… which is weird, because I can’t play guitar to save my life. I started a side-project with a big ol’ group of musician friends called le Jardin Mécanique. I play guitar, bass and sing - as well as other random things I have no place attempting - while others sing and make use of a myriad of other instrumentation. Save for one song I wrote almost a year ago, I’ve been told that everything I’m writing sounds very dissonant and dark; hopefully something that translates well to the layers of vocals and other objects/instruments I/we plan on manipulating to make these songs as organic or digital as they want themselves to be.

How is everyone in the midwest enjoying our vast array of precipitation lately? Jesus… we’ve had everything from snow, to ice, to midgets on rockets trapped in rain drops falling out of the sky as of late - it’s crazy! I’ve had the great pleasure of seeing entire landscapes completely enveloped in ice - I’m talking a glaze or coat of it on every object within visual range. It’s been absolutely breath-taking to be able to witness this. I will admit, also, that seeing my car wearing a plate of armour was pretty humorous. Nabeel and I had the distinct delectation of getting to shatter it all, piece by piece; it was pretty damn fun. The best part? …breaking the “windows,” of course!

OH!

Where is my head?! Holy crap… the night that this all happened was pretty much the worst day ever. HAH! I’ll bet you wouldn’t have guessed it with all of the beauty and joy I was describing, eh?
(if you’d like any further insight into what the worst day in the world consists of, head here anytime after 12.14.07, because I won’t have posted anything relevant to this topic prior to that)
Anyway, Nabeel and I were grumpy, freezing, wet and in a hurry to get from Rockford to Beloit so that we may hang out with our good friends Lawrence and Lyndsy. As we made our way north on Forest Hills Rd, we saw what can only be described as “turquoise lightning.”
No. I’m not making this up.
I’ve had this confirmed by at least 5 other people that saw the same thing this evening.
“What the fuck is turquoise lighting,” you may be asking yourself.
I’ll tell you!

Turquoise lightning is what happens when there’s a quick flash of white light, a giant orange ball appears in the air (high up there. like… cloud height), hastily turns turquoise and lights up the entire sky along with it. re-read that a couple of times. why? BECAUSE IT FUCKING HAPPENED!!!

At first I thought it was my imagination, but upon turning in the direction of my passenger seat I noticed that Nabeel was wide-eyed with a distinctly confused look on his face. We both nodded in agreement [that we both saw it] and let out a homologous “what the fuck was that?!”

Also, it was at this point in time when we drove past a yeti who was walking on the side of the road in the horrible weather. When we rolled down the window to ask if he needed a ride to the nearby Wal-Mart, he turned to us and said, “hell no, man. Did you see that shit?! I’m going home to my wife and kids!” -*

So for the next 30-45 minutes we continued to see this turquoise lightning stuff (ie- sign of the apocalypse), each time freaking out in confusion/amazement/fear.

Once we arrived safely to our destination we were greeted with pizza, water, beer and hot cocoa - basically the equivalent of pure gold bullion.

Prior to and since that evening I’ve met some new people, been to a couple of new places, learned a little about myself, gotten my nose re-pierced and started thinking of what I want my next few tattoos to be.
Christmas is just around the corner… and seeing the prologue and trailer for The Dark Knight tomorrow evening with a group of my friends is the only thing I could have asked for.

Mission accomplished.

Please take care of yourselves and stay warm in this bitter, cold weather.
xoxo,
      - Tristan -

*-this portion of the above recap is a blatant lie. shame on you for even thinking it was remotely true. a yeti? come on.

Children are amazing.

November 26th, 2007

I got to spend the day babysitting three of my favourite people. EVER.

I posted some pictures from today and from times passed, so feel free to look.

also, here’s the quote of the day:

micah: this bear has three heads! no. wait. he’s just holding two extra heads.
jonah: are you threatening me?
micah: no! but you should tell me that you have 4 feet and no head. and will you call me Batman?
Jonah: okay Batman. I have 4 feet and no head. but if you had 3 heads and 100 arms, I wouldn’t be your friend anymore.
micah: okay.

I truly do love these boys.

xoxo,
   - Tristan -

everyone in the world should read this.

November 7th, 2007

These are not my words… however, they are the most accurate representation of any thoughts I’ve ever had pertaining to the rise of digital music and the fall of the music industry big-wigs.
it’s long.
enojy.
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For quite a long time I’ve been intending to post some sort of commentary on the music industry - piracy, distribution, morality, those types of things. I’ve thought about it many times, but never gone through with it, because the issue is such a broad, messy one - such a difficult thing to address fairly and compactly. I knew it would result in a rambly, unfocused commentary, and my exact opinion has teetered back and forth quite a bit over the years anyway. But on Monday, when I woke up to the news that Oink, the world famous torrent site and mecca for music-lovers everywhere, had been shut down by international police and various anti-piracy groups, I knew it was finally time to try and organize my thoughts on this huge, sticky, important issue.

For the past eight years, I’ve worked on and off with major record labels as a designer (”Major” is an important distinction here, because major labels are an entirely different beast than many indie labels - they’re the ones with the power, and they are the ones driving the industry-wide push against piracy). It was 1999 when I got my first taste of the inner-workings of a major record label - I was a young college student, and the inside of a New York label office seemed so vast and exciting. Dozens of worker bees hummed away at their desks on phones and computers. Music posters and stacks of CDs littered every surface. Everyone seemed to have an assistant, and the assistants had assistants, and you couldn’t help but wonder “what the hell do all these people do?” I tagged along on $1500 artist dinners paid for by the labels. Massive bar tabs were regularly signed away by record label employees with company cards. You got used to people billing as many expenses back to the record company as they could. I met the type of jive, middle-aged, blazer-wearing, coke-snorting, cartoon character label bigwigs who you’d think were too cliche to exist outside the confines of Spinal Tap. It was all strange and exciting, but one thing that always resonated with me was the sheer volume of money that seemed to be spent without any great deal of concern. Whether it was excessive production budgets or “business lunches” that had nothing to do with business, one of my first reactions to it all was, “so this is why CDs cost $18…” An industry of excess. But that’s kind of what you expected from the music business, right? It’s where rock stars are made. It’s where you get stretch limos with hot tubs in the back, where you get private jets and cocaine parties. Growing up in the ’80’s, with pop royalty and hair metal bands, you were kind of led to think, of course record labels blow money left and right - there’s just so much of it to go around! Well, you know what they say: The bigger they are…

In those days, “piracy” was barely even a word in the music world. My friends and I traded MP3s in college over the local network, but they were scattered and low-quality. It felt like a novelty - like a digital version of duping a cassette tape - hardly a replacement for CDs. CDs sounded good and you could bring them with you in your DiscMan, and the only digital music you could get was as good as your friends’ CD collections, anyway. It never occurred to any of us that digital files were the future. But as it turned out, lots of kids, in lots of colleges around the world, had the same idea of sharing MP3 files over their local networks, and eventually, someone paid attention to that idea and made Napster. Suddenly, it was like all those college networks were tied together, and you could find all this cool stuff online. It was easier and more efficient than record stores, it was powered by music fans, and, well, it was free. Suddenly you didn’t have to pay 15 to 18 bucks for an album and hope it was good, you could download some tracks off the internet and check it out first. But you still always bought the CD if you liked it - I mean, who wants all their music to be on the computer? I sure didn’t. But increasingly, more and more people did. For college kids, Napster was a Godsend, because you can all but guarantee two things about most college kids: They love music, and they’re dirt poor. So it grew, and it grew, and it started to grow into the mainstream, and that’s when the labels woke up and realized something important was happening. At that point they could have seen it as either a threat or an opportunity, and they, without hesitation, determined it to be a threat. It was a threat because essentially someone had come up with a better, free distribution method for the labels’ product. To be fair, you can imagine how confusing this must have been for them - is there even a historical precedent for an industry’s products suddenly being able to replicate and distribute on their own, without cost?

For quite a while - long after most tech-savvy music lovers - I resisted the idea of stealing music. Of course I would download MP3s - I downloaded a lot of stuff - but I would always make sure to buy the physical CD if it was something I liked. I knew a lot of musicians, a lot of them bewildered at what was happening to the industry they used to understand. People were downloading their music en masse, gorging on this new frontier like pigs at a troff - and worst of all, they felt entitled to do so. It was like it was okay simply because the technology existed that made it possible. But it wasn’t okay - I mean, let’s face it, no matter how you rationalized it, it was stealing, and because the technology existed to hotwire a car didn’t make that okay, either. The artists lost control of distribution: They couldn’t present albums the way they wanted to, in a package with nice artwork. They couldn’t reveal it the way they wanted to, because music pirates got the albums online well before the actual release date. Control had been taken away from everyone who used to have it. It was a scary time in unfamiliar territory, where suddenly music fans became enemies to the artists and companies they had supported for years. It led to laughable hyperbole from bands like Metallica, instantly the poster-children of cry-baby rich rock stars, and the beginning of the image problem the industry has faced in its handling of the piracy issue. But still, at the time, I understood where they were coming from. Most musicians weren’t rich like Metallica, and needed all the album sales they could get for both income and label support. Plus, it was their art, and they had created it - why shouldn’t they be able to control how it’s distributed, just because some snotty, acne-faced internet kids had found a way to cheat the system? And these entitled little internet brats, don’t they realize that albums cost money to create, and to produce, and to promote? How is there going to be any new music if no one’s paying for it?

On top of that, I couldn’t get into the idea of an invisible music library that lives on my computer. Where’s the artwork? Where’s my collection? I want the booklet, the packaging… I want shelves and shelves of albums that I’ve spent years collecting, that I can pore over and impress my friends with… I want to flip through the pages, and hold the CD in my hand… Being a kid who got into music well past the days of vinyl, CDs were all I had, and they still felt important to me.

It’s all changed.

In a few short years, the aggressive push of technology combined with the arrogant response from the record industry has rapidly worn away all of my noble intentions of clinging to the old system, and has now pushed me into full-on dissent. I find myself fully immersed in digital music, almost never buying CDs, and fully against the methods of the major record labels and the RIAA. And I think it would do the music industry a lot of good to pay attention to why - because I’m just one of millions, and there will be millions more in the years to come. And it could have happened very, very differently.

As the years have passed, and technology has made digital files the most convenient, efficient, and attractive method of listening to music for many people, the rules and cultural perceptions regarding music have changed drastically. We live in the iPod generation - where a “collection” of clunky CDs feels archaic - where the uniqueness of your music collection is limited only by how eclectic your taste is. Where it’s embraced and expected that if you like an album, you send it to your friend to listen to. Whether this guy likes it or not, iPods have become synonymous with music - and if I filled my shiny new 160gb iPod up legally, buying each track online at the 99 cents price that the industry has determined, it would cost me about $32,226. How does that make sense? It’s the ugly truth the record industry wants to ignore as they struggle to find ways to get people to pay for music in a culture that has already embraced the idea of music being something you collect in large volumes, and trade freely with your friends.

Already is the key word, because it didn’t have to be this way, and that’s become the main source of my utter lack of sympathy for the dying record industry: They had a chance to move forward, to evolve with technology and address the changing needs of consumers - and they didn’t. Instead, they panicked - they showed their hand as power-hungry dinosaurs, and they started to demonize their own customers, the people whose love of music had given them massive profits for decades. They used their unfair record contracts - the ones that allowed them to own all the music - and went after children, grandparents, single moms, even deceased great grandmothers - alongside many other common people who did nothing more than download some songs and leave them in a shared folder - something that has become the cultural norm to the iPod generation. Joining together in what has been referred to as an illegal cartel and using the RIAA as their attack dogs, the record labels have spent billions of dollars attempting to scare people away from downloading music. And it’s simply not working. The pirating community continues to out-smart and out-innovate the dated methods of the record companies, and CD sales continue to plummet while exchange of digital music on the internet continues to skyrocket. Why? Because freely-available music in large quantities is the new cultural norm, and the industry has given consumers no fair alternative. They didn’t jump in when the new technologies were emerging and think, “how can we capitalize on this to ensure that we’re able to stay afloat while providing the customer what they’ve come to expect?” They didn’t band together and create a flat monthly fee for downloading all the music you want. They didn’t respond by drastically lowering the prices of CDs (which have been ludicrously overpriced since day one, and actually increased in price during the ’90’s), or by offering low-cost DRM-free legal MP3 purchases. Their entry into the digital marketplace was too little too late - a precedent of free, high-quality, DRM-free music had already been set.

There seem to be a lot of reasons why the record companies blew it. One is that they’re really not very smart. They know how to do one thing, which is sell records in a traditional retail environment. From personal experience I can tell you that the big labels are beyond clueless in the digital world - their ideas are out-dated, their methods make no sense, and every decision is hampered by miles and miles of legal tape, copyright restrictions, and corporate interests. Trying to innovate with a major label is like trying to teach your Grandmother how to play Halo 3: frustrating and ultimately futile. The easiest example of this is how much of a fight it’s been to get record companies to sell MP3s DRM-free. You’re trying to explain a new technology to an old guy who made his fortune in the hair metal days. You’re trying to tell him that when someone buys a CD, it has no DRM - people can encode it into their computer as DRM-free MP3s within seconds, and send it to all their friends. So why insult the consumer by making them pay the same price for copy-protected MP3s? It doesn’t make any sense! It just frustrates people and drives them to piracy! They don’t get it: “It’s an MP3, you have to protect it or they’ll copy it.” But they can do the same thing with the CDs you already sell!! Legal tape and lots of corporate bullshit. If these people weren’t the ones who owned the music, it’d all be over already, and we’d be enjoying the real future of music. Because like with any new industry, it’s not the people from the previous generation who are going to step in and be the innovators. It’s a new batch.

Newspapers are a good example: It used to be that people read newspapers to get the news. That was the distribution method, and newspaper companies controlled it. You paid for a newspaper, and you got your news, that’s how it worked. Until the internet came along, and a new generation of innovative people created websites, and suddenly anyone could distribute information, and they could distribute it faster, better, more efficiently, and for free. Obviously this hurt the newspaper industry, but there was nothing they could do about it, because they didn’t own the information itself - only the distribution method. Their only choice was to innovate and find ways to compete in a new marketplace. And you know what? Now I can get live, up-to-the-minute news for free, on thousands of different sources across the internet - and The New York Times still exists. Free market capitalism at its finest. It’s not a perfect example, but it is a part of how the internet is changing every form of traditional media. It happened with newspapers, it’s happening now with music, and TV and cell phones are next on the chopping block. In all cases technology demands that change will happen, it’s just a matter of who will find ways to take advantage of it, and who won’t.

Unlike newspapers, record companies own the distribution and the product being distributed, so you can’t just start your own website where you give out music that they own - and that’s what this is all about: distribution. Lots of pro-piracy types argue that music can be free because people will always love music, and they’ll pay for concert tickets, and merchandise, and the marketplace will shift and artists will survive. Well, yes, that might be an option for some artists, but that does nothing to help the record labels, because they don’t make any money off of merchandise, or concert tickets. Distribution and ownership are what they control, and those are the two things piracy threatens. The few major labels left are parts of giant media conglomerations - owned by huge parent companies for whom artists and albums are just numbers on a piece of paper. It’s why record companies shove disposable pop crap down your throat instead of nurturing career artists: because they have CEOs and shareholders to answer to, and those people don’t give a shit if a really great band has the potential to get really successful, if given the right support over the next decade. They see that Gwen Stefani’s latest musical turd sold millions, because parents of twelve year old girls still buy music for their kids, and the parent company demands more easy-money pop garbage that will be forgotten about next month. The only thing that matters to these corporations is profit - period. Music isn’t thought of as an art form, as it was in the earlier days of the industry where labels were started by music-lovers - it’s a product, pure and simple. And many of these corporations also own the manufacturing plants that create the CDs, so they make money on all sides - and lose money even from legal MP3s.

At the top of all this is the rigged, outdated, and unfair structure of current intellectual property laws, all of them in need of massive reform in the wake of the digital era. These laws allow the labels to maintain their stranglehold on music copyrights, and they allow the RIAA to sue the pants off of any file-sharing grandmother they please. Since the labels are owned by giant corporations with a great deal of money, power, and political influence, the RIAA is able to lobby politicians and government agencies to manipulate copyright laws for their benefit. The result is absurdly disproportionate fines, and laws that in some cases make file sharing a heftier charge than armed robbery. This is yet another case of private, corporate interests using political influence to turn laws in the opposite direction of the changing values of the people. Or, as this very smart assessment from a record executive described it: “a clear case of a multinational conglomerate using its political muscle to the disadvantage of everyone but itself.” But shady political maneuvers and scare tactics are all the RIAA and other anti-piracy groups have left, because people who download music illegally now number in the hundreds of millions, and they can’t sue everyone. At this point they’re just trying to hold up what’s left of the dam before it bursts open. Their latest victim is Oink, a popular torrent site specializing in music.

If you’re not familiar with Oink, here’s a quick summary: Oink was was a free members-only site - to join it you had to be invited by a member. Members had access to an unprecedented community-driven database of music. Every album you could ever imagine was just one click away. Oink’s extremely strict quality standards ensured that everything on the site was at pristine quality - 192kbps MP3 was their bare minimum, and they championed much higher quality MP3s as well as FLAC lossless downloads. They encouraged logs to verify that the music had been ripped from the CD without any errors. Transcodes - files encoded from other encoded files, resulting in lower quality - were strictly forbidden. You were always guaranteed higher quality music than iTunes or any other legal MP3 store. Oink’s strict download/share ratio ensured that every album in their vast database was always well-seeded, resulting in downloads faster than anywhere else on the internet. A 100mb album would download in mere seconds on even an average broadband connection. Oink was known for getting pre-release albums before anyone else on the internet, often months before they hit retail - but they also had an extensive catalogue of music dating back decades, fueled by music lovers who took pride in uploading rare gems from their collection that other users were seeking out. If there was an album you couldn’t find on Oink, you only had to post a request for it, and wait for someone who had it to fill your request. Even if the request was extremely rare, Oink’s vast network of hundreds of thousands of music-lovers eager to contribute to the site usually ensured you wouldn’t have to wait long.

In this sense, Oink was not only an absolute paradise for music fans, but it was unquestionably the most complete and most efficient music distribution model the world has ever known. I say that safely without exaggeration. It was like the world’s largest music store, whose vastly superior selection and distribution was entirely stocked, supplied, organized, and expanded upon by its own consumers. If the music industry had found a way to capitalize on the power, devotion, and innovation of its own fans the way Oink did, it would be thriving right now instead of withering. If intellectual property laws didn’t make Oink illegal, the site’s creator would be the new Steve Jobs right now. He would have revolutionized music distribution. Instead, he’s a criminal, simply for finding the best way to fill rising consumer demand. I would have gladly paid a large monthly fee for a legal service as good as Oink - but none existed, because the music industry could never set aside their own greed and corporate bullshit to make it happen.

Here’s an interesting aside: The RIAA loves to complain about music pirates leaking albums onto the internet before they’re released in stores - painting the leakers as vicious pirates dead set on attacking their enemy, the music industry. But you know where music leaks from? From the fucking source, of course - the labels! At this point, most bands know that once their finished album is sent off to the label, the risk of it turning up online begins, because the labels are full of low-level workers who happen to be music fans who can’t wait to share the band’s new album with their friends. If the album manages to not leak directly from the label, it is guaranteed to leak once it heads off to manufacturing. Someone at the manufacturing plant is always happy to sneak off with a copy, and before long, it turns up online. Why? Because people love music, and they can’t wait to hear their favorite band’s new album! It’s not about profit, and it’s not about maliciousness. So record industry, maybe if you could protect your own assets a little better, shit wouldn’t leak - don’t blame the fans who flock to the leaked material online, blame the people who leak it out of your manufacturing plants in the first place! But assuming that’s a hole too difficult to plug, it begs the question, “why don’t labels adapt to the changing nature of distribution by selling new albums online as soon as they’re finished, before they have a chance to leak, and release the physical CDs a couple months later?” Well, for one, labels are still obsessed with Billboard chart numbers - they’re obsessed with determining the market value of their product by how well it fares in its opening week. Selling it online before the big retail debut, before they’ve had months to properly market the product to ensure success, would mess up those numbers (nevermind that those numbers mean absolutely nothing anymore). Additionally, selling an album online before it hits stores makes retail outlets (who are also suffering in all this) angry, and retail outlets have far more power than they should. For example, if a record company releases an album online but Wal-Mart won’t have the CD in their stores for another two months (because it needs to be manufactured), Wal-Mart gets mad. Who cares if Wal-Mart gets mad, you ask? Well, record companies do, because Wal-Mart is, both mysteriously and tragically, the largest music retailer in the world. That means they have power, and they can say “if you sell Britney Spears’ album online before we can sell it in our stores, we lose money. So if you do that, we’re not going to stock her album at all, and then you’ll lose a LOT of money.” That kind of greedy business bullshit happens all the time in the record industry, and the consistent result is a worse experience for consumers and music lovers.

Which is why Oink was so great - take away all the rules and legal ties, all the ownership and profit margins, and naturally, the result is something purely for, by, and in service of the music fan. And it actually helps musicians - file-sharing is “the greatest marketing tool ever to come along for the music industry.” One of Oink’s best features was how it allowed users to connect similar artists, and to see what people who liked a certain band also liked. Similar to Amazon’s recommendation system, it was possible to spend hours discovering new bands on Oink, and that’s what many of its users did. Through sites like Oink, the amount and variety of music I listen to has skyrocketed, opening me up to hundreds of artists I never would have experienced otherwise. I’m now fans of their music, and I may not have bought their CDs, but I would have never bought their CD anyway, because I would have never heard of them! And now that I have heard of them, I go to their concerts, and I talk them up to my friends, and give my friends the music to listen to for themselves, so they can go to the concerts, and tell their friends, and so on. Oink was a network of music lovers sharing and discovering music. And yes, it was all technically illegal, and destined to get shut down, I suppose. But it’s not so much that they shut Oink down that boils my blood, it’s the fucking bullshit propaganda they put out there. If the industry tried to have some kind of compassion - if they said, “we understand that these are just music fans trying to listen to as much music as they can, but we have to protect our assets, and we’re working on an industry-wide solution to accommodate the changing needs of music fans”… Well, it’s too late for that, but it would be encouraging. Instead, they make it sound like they busted a Columbian drug cartel or something. They describe it as a highly-organized piracy ring. Like Oink users were distributing kiddie porn or some shit. The press release says: “This was not a case of friends sharing music for pleasure.” Wh - what?? That’s EXACTLY what it was! No one made any money on that site - there were no ads, no registration fees. The only currency was ratio - the amount you shared with other users - a brilliant way of turning “free” into a sort of booming mini-economy. The anti-piracy groups have tried to spin the notion that you had to pay a fee to join Oink, which is NOT true - donations were voluntary, and went to support the hosting and maintenance of the site. If the donations spilled into profit for the guy who ran the site, well he damn well deserved it - he created something truly remarkable.

So the next question is, what now?

For the major labels, it’s over. It’s fucking over. You’re going to burn to the fucking ground, and we’re all going to dance around the fire. And it’s your own fault. Surely, somewhere deep inside, you had to know this day was coming, right? Your very industry is founded on an unfair business model of owning art you didn’t create in exchange for the services you provide. It’s rigged so that you win every time - even if the artist does well, you do ten times better. It was able to exist because you controlled the distribution, but now that’s back in the hands of the people, and you let the ball drop when you could have evolved.

None of this is to say that there’s no way for artists to make money anymore, or even that it’s the end of record labels. It’s just the end of record labels as we know them. A lot of people point to the Radiohead model as the future, but Radiohead is only dipping its toe into the future to test the waters. What at first seemed like a rainbow-colored revolution has now been openly revealed as a marketing gimmick: Radiohead was “experimenting,” releasing a low-quality MP3 version of an album only to punish the fans who paid for it by later releasing a full-quality CD version with extra tracks. According to Radiohead’s manager: “If we didn’t believe that when people hear the music they will want to buy the CD then we wouldn’t do what we are doing.” Ouch. Radiohead was moving in the right direction, but if they really want to start a revolution, they need to place the “pay-what-you-want” digital album on the same content and quality level as the “pay-what-we-want” physical album.

Ultimately, I don’t know what the future model is going to be - I think all the current pieces of the puzzle will still be there, but they need to be re-ordered, and the rules need to be changed. Maybe record labels of the future exist to help front recording costs and promote artists, but they don’t own the music. Maybe music is free, and musicians make their money from touring and merchandise, and if they need a label, the label takes a percentage of their tour and merch profits. Maybe all-digital record companies give bands all the tools they need to sell their music directly to their fans, taking a small percentage for their services. In any case, the artists own their own music.

I used to reject the wishy-washy “music should be free!” mantra of online music thieves. I knew too much about the intricacies and economics of it, of the rock-and-a-hard-place situation many artists were in with their labels. I thought there were plenty of new ways to sell music that would be fair to all parties involved. But I no longer believe that, because the squabbling, backwards, greedy, ownership-obsessed major labels will never let it happen, and that’s more clear to me now than ever. So maybe music has to be free. Maybe taking the money out of music is the only way to get money back into it. Maybe it’s time to abandon the notion of the rock star - of music as a route to fame and fortune. The best music was always made by people who weren’t in it for the money, anyway. Maybe smart, talented musicians will find ways to make a good living with or without CD sales. Maybe the record industry execs who made their fortunes off of unfair contracts and distribution monopolies should just walk away, confident that they milked a limited opportunity for all it was worth, and that it’s time to find fortune somewhere else. Maybe in the hands of consumers, the music marketplace will expand in new and lucrative ways no one can even dream of yet. We won’t know until music is free, and eventually it’s going to be. Technological innovation destroys old industries, but it creates new ones. You can’t fight it forever.

Until the walls finally come down, we’re in what will inevitably be looked back on as a very awkward, chaotic period in music history - fans are being arrested for sharing the music they love, and many artists are left helpless, unable to experiment with new business models because they’re locked into record contracts with backwards-thinking labels.

So what can you and I do to help usher in the brave new world? The beauty of Oink was how fans willingly and hyper-efficiently took on distribution roles that traditionally have cost labels millions of dollars. Music lovers have shown that they’re much more willing to put time and effort into music than they are money. It’s time to show artists that there’s no limit to what an energized online fanbase can accomplish, and all they’ll ever ask for in return is more music. And it’s time to show the labels that they missed a huge opportunity by not embracing these opportunities when they had the chance.

1. Stop buying music from major labels. Period. The only way to force change is to hit the labels where it hurts - their profits. The major labels are like Terry Schiavo right now - they’re on life support, drooling in a coma, while white-haired guys in suits try and change the laws to keep them alive. But any rational person can see that it’s too late, and it’s time to pull out the feeding tube. In this case, the feeding tube is your money. Find out which labels are members/supporters of the RIAA and similar copyright enforcement groups, and don’t support them in any way. The RIAA Radar is a great tool to help you with this. Don’t buy CDs, don’t buy iTunes downloads, don’t buy from Amazon, etc. Steal the music you want that’s on the major labels. It’s easy, and despite the RIAA’s scare tactics, it can be done safely - especially if more and more people are doing it. Send letters to those labels, and to the RIAA, explaining very calmly and professionally that you will no longer be supporting their business, because of their bullish scare tactics towards music fans, and their inability to present a forward-thinking digital distribution solution. Tell them you believe their business model is outdated and the days of companies owning artists’ music are over. Make it very clear that you will continue to support the artists directly in other ways, and make it VERY clear that your decision has come about as a direct result of the record company’s actions and inactions regarding digital music.

2. Support artists directly. If a band you like is stuck on a major label, there are tons of ways you can support them without actually buying their CD. Tell everyone you know about them - start a fansite if you’re really passionate. Go to their shows when they’re in town, and buy t-shirts and other merchandise. Here’s a little secret: Anything a band sells that does not have music on it is outside the reach of the record label, and monetarily supports the artist more than buying a CD ever would. T-shirts, posters, hats, keychains, stickers, etc. Send the band a letter telling them that you’re no longer going to be purchasing their music, but you will be listening to it, and you will be spreading the word and supporting them in other ways. Tell them you’ve made this decision because you’re trying to force change within the industry, and you no longer support record labels with RIAA affiliations who own the music of their artists.

If you like bands who are releasing music on open, non-RIAA indie labels, buy their albums! You’ll support the band you like, and you’ll support hard-working, passionate people at small, forward-thinking music labels. If you like bands who are completely independent and are releasing music on their own, support them as much as possible! Pay for their music, buy their merchandise, tell all your friends about them and help promote them online - prove that a network of passionate fans is the best promotion a band can ask for.

3. Get the message out. Get this message out to as many people as you can - spread the word on your blog or your MySpace, and more importantly, tell your friends at work, or your family members, people who might not be as tuned into the internet as you are. Teach them how to use torrents, show them where to go to get music for free. Show them how to support artists while starving the labels, and who they should and shouldn’t be supporting.

4. Get political. The fast-track to ending all this nonsense is changing intellectual property laws. The RIAA lobbies politicians to manipulate copyright laws for their own interests, so voters need to lobby politicians for the peoples’ interests. Contact your local representatives and senators. Tell them politely and articulately that you believe copyright laws no longer reflect the interests of the people, and you will not vote for them if they support the interests of the RIAA. Encourage them to draft legislation that helps change the outdated laws and disproportionate penalties the RIAA champions. Contact information for state representatives can be found here, and contact information for senators can be found here. You can email them, but calling on the phone or writing them actual letters is always more effective.

Tonight, with Oink gone, I find myself wondering where I’ll go now to discover new music. All the other options - particularly the legal ones - seem depressing by comparison. I wonder how long it will be before everyone can legally experience the type of music nirvana Oink users became accustomed to? I’m not too worried - something even better will rise out of Oink’s ashes, and the RIAA will respond with more lawsuits, and the cycle will repeat itself over and over until the industry has finally bled itself to death. And then everything will be able to change, and it will be in the hands of musicians and fans and a new generation of entrepreneurs to decide how the new record business is going to work. Whether you agree with it or not, it’s fact. It’s inevitable - because the determination of fans to share music is much, much stronger than the determination of corporations to stop it.
      - this man deserves applause.

ridiculous rant #__

October 10th, 2007

over the last few months something has happened to me. internally. i’ve had revelations, I think. some of them were realizations birthed from my own actions or thoughts… others found their way into me through the actions (or lack thereof) of others; things I did or didn’t like about aspects of my life or the people in it and i just… shut off to them.

a lot of it came from romance. and what it felt like to be in love with someone for so long… to give anything for someone for so long… just to continuously have it thrown back in my face, time after time, with another (new) reason attached to it with each occurrence.
and it’s happened to me continuously since I was 18.
being taken for granted.
the best part is that in every case there was always someone that did it to them first. maybe I’m just an easy target?
I finally hit a dead end. where I was finished. I wanted to cleanse myself of all the things that made me unhappy.
and that took a lot of thinking. because… well… nothing is that black and white.

and from this, something else started boring its way into my conscience - something that may seem so trivial. countless other people in my life had always or were starting to smoke cigarettes.
and here’s where i’m a piece of shit:
it’s annoying. I don’t like being around it. I don’t like breathing it in. I don’t like the smell of their breath afterwards. I hate the taste of kissing a smoker. I hate the stink it leaves on my clothes. I hate what it does to their bodies. I don’t like it. I’ve been around it my entire life and watched it eat away at the health and finances of the people I love. I hate that people need a substance to feel “relaxed” or “calm”. it irritates me to no end that someone can say “it makes me feel relaxed when i’m stressed.” so they smoke to relax… and then have the nerve to say “i’m not addicted.”
so… the only way you can feel as relaxed as you need to be is to smoke?
how, again, is that not an addiction? addiction is, after all, defined as being something you have a physiological and/or psychological need for. a habit that’s no good for you. a habit you grow to think you need - consciously or otherwise. 
I don’t like surrounding myself with it.
and don’t get me wrong - it’s a choice. their choice. not mine. they can smoke and there’s nothing I can do about it. more importantly, there’s nothing i *should* do about it. because it’s not my decision.
however.
where’s my choice? what am I supposed to do? stop being around everyone I care about?! stop going places to have fun with them because eventually someone will smoke?
that seems a bit… much.
so i’m stuck on that one.

another thing that bothers me to no end is people being flaky. if there’s one thing I can’t stand, it’s the inability to commit to something that you said you would commit to. I mean, c’mon… what happened to the bond of someone’s word??
a relationship, a friendship, a marriage, dinner or movie plans - whatever. go or don’t. date someone or don’t. marry someone or don’t. but be honest. and let people know what’s going on. if you’re not in a position to do ____, then fucking DON’T DO IT. but at least have the decency to let someone know… preferably before you cause damage.
so many people bounce back and forth with things trying *not* to hurt someone, and in the end they just end up hurting them more. i’m guilty of this. I inadvertently did it to someone this past winter. and why? because someone was in the middle of doing it to me. and why? because she was in the middle of having the same thing done to her by someone. see how it works? multiple lives were fucked over because of one person’s irresponsible actions. it had its influence and absolutely took its toll. and there’s no excusing it. not on my end or anyone else’s.
and I think it just got to a point where I was god damned sick of it.

it’s frustrating. it’s immature.
and I don’t want to have to deal with these petty little things in my life anymore. I’m tired of everyone else’s actions dictating the direction of my life.
because… I’m independent, stubborn, hard-headed and I can be an over-bearing, opinionated asshole from time-to-time… but I still go out of my way to try to make other people comfortable; to make sure others are okay. is it cocky to say that? yes. and I’ll take that weight on my shoulders, too.
but I’m done going out of my way just to be trampled on and taken for granted. by friends, by lovers - by anyone.

And as much as it pains me to say this, too many people fall into that last category. and I think I just got tired of trying to be the friend of people who never seemed to want to put any effort forward unless it was convenient. I’ve dealt with that enough. with love. with friends. with my mum until quite recently. with my dad as a child. with my brothers. with dozens of other people in my life.

I’m all about forgiveness and second chances. anyone who says otherwise needn’t look any further than my love life for the last 6 years. I’ve been cheated on, thrown away, lied to, back-stabbed and used. and i gave everyone at least a 2nd chance. usually 3rd or 10th. haha.

I’d be an amazingly large hypocrite if I didn’t offer the other people in my life the same opportunity.

so.
to the people who would go so far as to say they can see me in their life for the long-haul, and know I feel the same way…
let’s be friends. for real.
and I understand that it’s real life… people have busy schedules. they can’t always see each other or do the things they want. things don’t always work out for the time being. because it’s real life. but people have feelings. they have hearts, souls, minds, lives, jobs and lovers. and should be honest with one another. because it’s real life.
I understand that we’re all learning, but that’s the point - to learn.
so let’s learn together. let’s listen to our hearts and that little thing we call a conscience.
let’s be honest and straight-forward. let’s care for each other and stop being so selfish. let’s stop lying to each other.
…because it’s real life. you only get one shot at it, so let’s get it as right as we can the first time through.

xoxo,
       - Tristan -

recording jargon

September 30th, 2007

Preg·scare [preg-skair]
-adjective

1. Timing considered to be later than that of the proper or usual occurance of said event; typically used while referring to the performance of a musical instrument: your drum fill was amazing, but I think it was a little pregscare.


Prem
·jac [preem-jak]
-adjective
1.
Timing considered to be earlier than that of the proper or usual occurance of said event; typically used while referring to the performance of a musical instrument: your drum fill was amazing, but I think it was a little premjac.

that’s it. deal with it. =]

xoxo,
- Tristan -

FOR SPAIN!!

September 23rd, 2007

Yesterday I claimed everything in the name of Spain.

it’s dark and confusing up there.

September 18th, 2007

I awoke today to find myself if quite a stupor. I was light-headed, dizzy, riddled with the inability to preserve much of my depth perception and was over-taken by a massive eye/head ache. it’s a bit different than a migraine, but not so much in a way that’s describable.

 I continue to feel like piss [14 hours later] and think it may, perhaps, be time to rest my mind and body with a relaxing evening in bed… accompanied by a movie or two, of course.

I hope this finds you quite well.

With love,
      - Tristan -