Sunday, May 27, 2012

audio filters and tree rings

slow down and be safe
at my job i've been doing some work on audio files. i really know very little about audio, and nearly all of the different filter options mean nothing to me. i know just enough to clip out the mistakes and make it sound a little better.

as i've been fumbling through the filters, trying them out and seeing what they do, i've found one that's really helpful: the "normalize" filter takes the highest peak in the wave and boosts that to be just about the loudest it can be and then lets everything else fall relative to that. in short, it gives it as good a range from loud to quiet as it possible.

i found another filter that kind of seems to do the opposite: it seems to shrink everything down. actually, it looks like it "mows" the file, so that the waveform is short and not very dynamic. i decided not to use that one, but it did give me something to think about.

on the "normalized" file, there are loud parts but also really quiet parts. lot of range in between. big ups and big downs. on the "mowed" one, there isn't a lot of change between the highest and the lowest. it's all just kind of "meh."

i think we're kind of like that. i've written some here about vulnerability and thought about it much more over the past couple of months; heck, i discovered that my whole art project was about that (and if you're interested, you should really check out this talk.) when we're vulnerable, we can get hurt. embarrassed, crushed, left, forgotten, scared, lonely. deep valleys. but those undesirable feelings originate from the same place as joy, peace, confidence, security, and ultimately, love. the lofty peaks. and when we try to lower (or even completely remove) the valleys, we will equally affect our opportunity to feel the happinesses. we cannot insulate ourselves from one without numbing ourselves to the other.


but i've thought also about president uchtdorf's talk about tree rings. he noted that in times of good weather and growing conditions, the ring of growth for that year will be thick. but when the environment around it is harsh, the tree will conserve its resources, slow down, and grow only a little. and he advised us that we, too, should remember to slow down at times in our lives when things are not optimal.


drink deeply from the cup of life
so, while the only way to really feel joy and peace and love is to expose yourself in such a way that you could also get rejected, ignored, or hurt, perhaps there are times when it is appropriate to lower our amplitude, and pull things in for a bit. to slow down our pace and conserve what we have for what's most important. and then remember to take the chance and "normalize" ourselves to the maximum dynamic range, willing to take the chance that we might get hurt in the knowledge that it's the only way to really be happy.

Saturday, May 26, 2012

carried away unto boasting

they say that people only post about their workouts on facebook to show off (yeah, i've got those friends, too...) and that it's really tacky.
well, this isn't facebook.
it's my blog.

i've written before about how i've had a distant relationship with weight rooms and somehow still feel like i look glaringly out of place in them despite having had "beginning weight training" three times over two schools. having just finished my fourth time a few weeks ago, i'm starting to actually feel comfortable there. like, i went to a&m's rec center this morning and am just now realizing that i didn't feel the least bit self-conscious. i even kind of enjoyed it.

to get maximum credit for the strength testing part of our grade, we had to do some basic exercises. things like pull-ups and dips were fixed numbers: for an A, ten pull-ups and twenty dips. getting a top score in the bench press and leg press required doing a combined total of 4.5 times your body weight.

let me put those numbers in perspective for you. in elementary school, when we did out fitness testing, i couldn't even do one. not a single pull-up. i used to have to measure my improvement by how much closer i got my chin to the bar. then i would watch my short friend matt conneran doing twenty or however many was needed for a "gold medal" grade and silently remind myself that i was in the advanced spelling class.
i don't do pull-ups.

as for the weight thing, 175lbs. x 4.5 = 787.5 lbs. for some perspective, i just did a google search for "what weighs 750 pounds" and got

so, whatever reference works best for you, that's what i had to move five times.

and here's the cool thing:
i did it.

when our testing day came around, i benched 135 and leg pressed whatever 787.5 - 135 is.
further, i did pull-ups. real, overhand pull-ups. six of them and almost a seventh.
i felt absolutely awesome.
i'm 32 years old and in the best shape of my life.

Thursday, May 24, 2012

just when i thought i'd done it all...


being actively single for a while, i've gone on all sorts of dates. but this morning i was able to check two more off of my dating bucket list:

  1. the super early morning date
  2. the implosion date (*the kind where we go to watch an implosion. i've had plenty of evenings that have imploded....)
college station was imploding the old plaza hotel (one of the tallest buildings in our flat, mountainless town) at 6:30 this morning, and while i hate getting up early, this seemed justifiable. and if i could bring along a pretty girl, all the better. thankfully, summer was up for the idea, although i was a little crestfallen when she said she couldn't go out for kolaches afterwards because she had to work. we were still getting to watch a building collapse, so i can't argue much.

getting up at 5:30 A.M. rots no matter how you look at it, but i was still showered and ready in time. we made sure to park close to the exit and walk the extra distance, since we knew the traffic would be a nightmare getting out. i wasn't sure how many people would show up for this; summer estimated 3,000 but i thought it looked closer to 5,000. either way, it was pretty cool to see so many people excited for this.

the blast was supposed to happen at 6:30 but came about ten minutes later. we saw a flash from a few stories on one end of the building and (what seemed like) a second or two later, the boom hit. that thing was loud. then from left to right, the building neatly crumbled into itself, with the stair column (?) remaining falling last.

the whole thing lasted only a few seconds but it was the show we wanted. and even though we parked as close to the exit as we could, it still took us 15 minutes to get out.
but it was totally worth it.

a few hours later, i counted 17 different videos of the implosion on youtube.
but this one on vimeo is the best. 

Wednesday, May 23, 2012

guilty pleasure

i don't like tv.

rather, i don't like admitting that i watch tv. just saying it makes me feel ashamed. which is a little paradoxical (or hypocritical) since there are a number of shows i've heard a lot of good things about and the general quality of television seems to be getting better. a few weeks ago i had a discussion about tv vs. movies and a friend noted that a television series allows for much greater character development than any movie can.
yeah, he's got a point there.

but i'm not a big tv watcher, although in full disclosure, i think i've missed only one episode of the daily show in the past year.

reality tv is even worse. and it's running like a kudzu through the networks because it's so bloody cheap to produce that, even if the numbers are lower than sitcoms and dramas, the profit margins are still higher.
and i cringe whenever i hear friends talk about how much they love some trashy reality show and they feel guilty for watching it but it's just so amazing to watch these crazy people or they just can't help but wonder what's going to happen or it's just nice to have something mindless on to unwind at the end of the day. the networks don't care why you watch it and whether you love or detest the people on it; if you're watching it, they'll make more.

part of it, i think, is that i know a little bit more about "how the sausage is made," so to speak. sure, everyone says they know it's all fake anyway, but having worked around that industry enough (thankfully never actually on a reality show), the tricks and even the basic craft is a little more transparent to me. i can hear when the audio has been edited, i know that a cutaway from an interview shot is so that they can take out part of what they're saying. it's too easy to imagine the question the producer asked that lead to their on-camera answer. or, on the worse shows, to know that an awkward glance or an icy glare likely wasn't even happening at that event, but was cut in from an earlier, unrelated reaction. the list goes on.

that being said, i'm really hooked on pawn stars, one of the many (many!) offspring of the surprising success of antiques roadshow. the history channel seems to have begun running low on world war 2 topics and people with ph.ds talking about aliens in the bible and are now filling their time slots with either guys dealing with old junk or rednecks in the forest or swamps or wherever.

i started catching bits of pawn stars when i'd come home late and watch the daily show over dinner and it would be on after my recording had ended and soon got hooked. it's three generations of guys running a pawn shop in las vegas and dang, i love it all: seeing the different things come in, finding out how much they're worth (usually much less than the people think, occasionally more), and see how they can deduce all of this. it's gotten to the point where i watch it like we used to do with 24, namely me yelling at the tv about how much they're actually going to get for it, when someone's going to take it and when they're completely deluded. i've been known to lose whole saturday mornings to this show. and, after so many busy semesters, i don't feel the least bit bad about that.
the next time i'm in vegas, i'll probably have to go check out the pawn shop.

i still think swamp people is a really stupid show.

Friday, May 18, 2012

hawaiian shirt friday


listening to the blue danube waltz as i write, because it's awesome.
  • at my office, i attend meetings barefoot. by the end of the day, we had jane's addiction (my boss's request) and the pogues (my request) playing in the hall speakers.
  • i have an office. i think that, in itself, is pretty dang. i like even more that i have a name plate in front. it said "Jeff Gustafson," so i took it down and slapped up a piece of camera tape that read "goose *" today i was presented with plates that read "Goose" (which was awesome) and "Goose." (with a period, which i thought carried a more awesomer connotation.) there was a third option, too, but i can't remember what it was and opted to display the "Goose.", although i like that i can change them out depending on how i'm feeling.
  • we had an office party at my boss's house this evening. i'm generally not impressed by big houses or expensive things, but i'll say it again: susan has the coolest, most beautiful, and classiest house i have ever seen. and her food always looks like it comes from a five-star restaurant. she put me in charge of the music once again tonight.
  • my office likes the beastie boys.
  • near the end of the evening, we wound up talking about my new name plates. i said that my only adjustment to them would be to remove the capitalization. then, i pulled out my embroidered handkerchief and showed them the "proper" spelling of my name: -->jeff *
  • i also learned that there's a punctuation mark called an interrobang (wow; my spellcheck didn't even have an issue with that.) it looks like a question mark and an exclamation point had a baby. and that's pretty much what it means. i intend to use it as often as necessary. 
  • my boss's husband feeds raccoons nightly. 
  • what‽
  • as we were talking, they came around and he set some food out for them. i'd never seen raccoons that closely before, and i was surprised at how much they used their front paws to eat and walked around on their hind legs.
  • good times had by all. i'm not setting my alarm in the morning.

Thursday, May 10, 2012

neutral

it's a gray, overcast day outside.
soft light is coming in through my office window.
i'm listening to miles davis's kind of blue
and doing a decent job at keeping my thoughts focused on this video i'm working on,
all things considered.

though it's maybe not the most optimal day for my phone to stop working.

Wednesday, May 09, 2012

the road at the end of the day

there's a lutheran church a few blocks down the street that i've started wandering down to when i talk on the phone.

walking back this evening, i was looking down the tree-lined street and feeling the cool humid air and thinking about how i live in texas now. i thought of how strange it was when i first moved here, and about how i'd left behind my life in utah. and now that i've been here for 20 months or so, it feels normal to be here. i don't know if it'll ever feel like home, but it's where i am now and i'm ok with that.

i thought about a lot of things, although what i'll talk about at my thesis meeting tomorrow wasn't one of those. but it probably should've been.

Tuesday, May 08, 2012

unplugged

today was one of those days where, for no external reason, i just wanted to spend the evening with a good friend. but i haven't had much time to make many good friends down here and the one that i do have just went home for the summer.

so i pulled out my ipad and worked on sketching an idea i've had in my mind for a while. the initial design looked really good, then the it lost a lot when i started adding color, but i'm quite happy with the final product. even more when i remind myself that it was done using a chubby stylus in the space of just over two quiet company albums.
plus, my friend called and i got to talk with her while i was finishing this up.


Saturday, May 05, 2012

small notes

I. i forgot what my first note was going to be.

II. i made it to the vizagogo showing in downtown bryan tonight. i was fun to see my work in a gallery and to stand back and watch people taking time to look at what i'd done.

III. watching the exhibition show of my and my peers' work in the theater, i decided i want to work harder.

IV. i've been in austin for two days on a commercial. being with my utah crew friends and staying in a hotel, i'd think that i was on location in some big city. then i'd think about it and remember that i was on location in austin, which is some big city. then i'd think about it some more and realize that i now live barely a two hours' drive from there. it kind of messed with my mind a bit.

V. happy euclid day!

Friday, May 04, 2012

do or do not

may the fourth be with you.
alwayth.



obi-wan: your father... was seduced by the dark side of the force. he ceased to be anakin skywalker and "became" darth vader. when that happened, the good man who was your father was destroyed. so what i told you was true... from a certain point of view.

 luke: a certain point of view?

Thursday, May 03, 2012

hello good day

today has been a good day.
i could list the reasons why,
but i'm just going to say,
"because."

Wednesday, May 02, 2012

at my most beautiful

these are the two pieces that i made and printed specifically for friday's show.
as i was mounting them, a girl stopped and asked if she could look at my work. this isn't the kind of work that most people stop and admire, so i was a little caught off guard. she asked if they were pixelated landscapes. when i explained what they actually were, she was really impressed.
and i felt awesome.




when i was thinking about these, i'd always imaged them being dark orange (not entirely sure why.) then i realized that most the colors are almost always in the green-blue spectrum. i'm not sure why that is.

enjoy.

Tuesday, May 01, 2012

expired pineapple

classes are winding down.

i mounted my work tonight and will be hanging it tomorrow morning for friday's show (which i ironically won't be at.)

it's the end of the semester.
it's spring.
things are changing.
and, like a free-form hong kong love story, as one adventure runs its course, another begins.


maybe i'll put chungking express on my tentative "to watch" list for next week.

this wasn't much of a post, but i wanted to get something up for may 1st.

Monday, April 30, 2012

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that's what a picture looks like to a computer.

i've been doing a lot of work with the idea of codes and translation in the past two semesters; with the notions of interpreting and translating codes; and even looking at and appreciating the beauty of code that isn't translated.

it all started last fall in my digital image class, when we learned how to reveal the code for an image file and mess with that. and i carried that over into my work for my mfa class. at first, i just played around with messing up the image code, sticking in bits of english text and looking at how it changed the displayed picture.
then i took it a little further and started adding in text relevant to the image: the declaration of independence into a picture of thomas jefferson, d&c 110 into pictures of the kirtland temple, text messages into pictures of me and my friends.
eventually, i went all the way and removed the code for the image entirely, filling the file with purely english text, such as the first 26 chapters of genesis and looking at what sort of an image they produced.

i really had no idea what all of this "meant", it was just interesting to play with and see the results. and one of my friends noted something that really stuck with me. as he was working to finish his exhibit for last semester's show, he said that they're asking us to write about what our work means, but if we could describe it in any other way, we wouldn't be doing it.

that really shifted my view on some things and helped me realize that i don't need to know what it means in order for it to have meaning. to borrow the old quote from science, "if we knew what we were doing, it wouldn't be research."

if a path of art or exploration is interesting, there will be a reason why it's of interest, but that might not be apparent until after you've gone down it for a ways. as i started looking at what i was doing, i thought about how we communicate with computers every day. we take a picture of a sunset on our phone, the computer translates it into code that it can understand, it transmits that, then reassembles it once again into something that a friend can recognize as that same sunset. we live in a bilingual society and don't even think about it because the interpretation is invisible.
and so my work of messing with that code was exposing that communication between us and technology and then playing with it by removing the translation: what happens the computer has to work directly with english and what does it look like as a visual image?

hey, that's pretty cool.

a month or two ago in a visiting artist lecture, i had the idea for an analog version of an image code: what if i wrote it out myself. taking my own message and scrambling it onto a canvas without any logic so that, like the file of a digital photograph, it would be completely incomprehensible to anyone looking at it, but i would know what it said.

as all of this was percolating in my mind over the past few weeks, i realized something: i love code. i love the idea of being able to say things but say them safely, so that only those who know the key can understand them. often times, i'm the only one who fully understands the coded message, but it's still a way of expressing myself without complete exposure.

"we construct our identity in language, but this identity frequently assumes an alien form," i noted from an essay on the writings of roland barthes.

with my close friends, shorthand and code develops. words like "table saw" or "gnomed" instantly carry meaning, as do more abstract sayings like "na na na nanana  na way-o" or "fdklsajfdklsajfd;asjfk;d." and it's even gotten to the point that things like, #yeah, {<>}, and even a simple ( all have their own denotations and connotations.

and nowhere do i do that more fully than here on sheep go to heaven. so often, the titles and pictures carry just as much meaning as do the content of the posts, or else the posts will be allegories for other questions i'm pondering. and my cryptic post labels--12.2, fair, frenzy, 4505, etc.--all mean something to me.

as i've been wrapping up my work this semester, it's been fun to play with these ideas, and fascinating to understand why they're so interesting to me.

ei blot til lyst

Sunday, April 29, 2012

leviticus

one of my regular jobs in utah was working for a producer who was sometimes referred to as the godfather of the utah film industry. he looked like mr. burns from the simpsons and smoked like a chimney, but i liked him and he really liked me. i would always work as the film loader on his sets, a job which is the literal heart of the production: i take in the exposed film, send out fresh film, and if i stop working, the production grinds to a halt. and mr. burns liked to keep a tight watch over the film totals throughout the day, so i made sure to always know how much we'd shot for that day and how much was left.

throughout the productions, he'd call me into his office or his trailer and we'd discuss how much film we were likely to need for the next order. i liked being a part of these discussions and i liked that he trusted me with things. i also liked that he was so happy with my work that he said i should be bumped up to a higher position but he didn't want to lose me where i was at and so said he'd pay me at a higher rate on the next show (sadly, that was my last show before i moved to texas.)
because he liked me and trusted me, it didn't mean i could do whatever the heck i wanted on set. rather, he trusted me because he knew i'd do what was right.

the third book of the old testament is the book of leviticus, infamously known as one of the most boring books in the bible. i've never found it painfully dull, but that's likely because i was bracing for it, and because i kind of get into that "old testament" stuff.

leviticus is basically a list of rules of how to observe the law of moses, such as the breed and amount of animals required to be sacrificed based on your sins from the past week. it can seem, at best, pretty tedious and micro-managing. at worst, it can seem totalitarian, dictating every little can and cannot.

but it's because we need to do what's right. that God has a right and a wrong way to do things and He can trust us and bless us more as we better learn to live rightly and do what He asks us to do.



dang. this analogy seemed so much clearer two years ago when i first thought about it.

Saturday, April 28, 2012

like a rolling stone

i spent the evening in the studio at school with a canvas, my ipod, and some markers.

i've stayed focused this week and it's paid off. my roommates today noted that they haven't seen me since tuesday and i didn't come home until 6 a.m. this morning, but i finished all of my video projects and my shading assignment was selected as part of the class demo reel for next week's show. there's still more to do for the show and i'm not letting myself slow down yet. i shopped for materials before stake conference. after conference, i was in the studio.

today was one of those days where no one texted me back.
the only proof i had that i had my service was even working was a brief exchange between brandon and myself, excited about a few of our videos getting selected for the show's main exhibition.
and while it's not the end of the world by any account, it's hard not to imagine your friends checking their phones and going, "meh."

so i used that feeling of isolation to propel my work and decided that i may as well enjoy the feeling of being a lonely artist on a saturday night. and with a good playlist and a can of code red mountain dew, i did.

as i was prepping my canvas, i thought it was starting to look pretty cool and began wondering if i should make it my project as it was.



i finished it a few hours later and feared that i might have been right about that. the end result was... lackluster. a few weeks ago, to the delight of my professor, i refuted the incorrect interpretations of my "power of vulnerability" piece (which was also accepted into the show, thank you.) he and i also talked a bit about my work and where i am and he noted that my ideas are strong, but that i'm not fully committed to being an artist and that it shows in my work.

and that's a fair statement. i'm not. i'm working to be a layout artist at an animation studio, not a fine artist in a gallery. but it did raise the question of what could i accomplish if i focused more? i'm often actually rather pleased with my ideas in the conception, but i don't think i follow and develop them as extensively as they deserve.
staring at the finished product from tonight's work, i think that's probably true.

perusing facebook before writing here, i saw an essay by ben folds about advice to aspiring musicians. one of his first points felt applicable to me tonight:
Finding your Voice takes a lot of frustrating time. That's a painful period that all artists go through, sometimes more than once. I think that most artists don't want to admit that period ever existed. We all like to pretend we came out special and it all just magically happened. You will eventually find that it takes no effort to just be yourself, but the road to that place can be long and rough. The truth is that most artists would not want you to see the evolution of their Voice. It would be very embarrassing. Imitating your heroes, trying on ill advised affectations. It's all part of the trip. It's why all those Before They Were Stars footage is so cringe worthy. Nobody wants to be seen in that light and so successful musicians do the new generation a disservice by denying their shady artistic past. I for one, will do my best to cover my tracks because I don't want anyone seeing that sh*t!
a few more lines i liked:

Be schooled in form and technique as much as you can swallow and abandon it when you feel it's nearly killed you.

How many times do we say or hear "they're trying tooooo hard!" I say, try try and try again but just put the effort into the right things.


in fact, i liked the whole essay enough that i'm going to put it up as a separate post here, just so i have it.
but your obligation as a faithful sheep go to heaven reader ends now.

"to aspiring musicians who have time to read this stuff"

written by ben folds, posted on facebook, april 28, 2012:
(editor's note: uncharacteristically, mr. folds has added his own asterisks in the occasional strong language used here.)


To aspiring musical artists who have time to read this stuff:

I'm often asked for advice to aspiring musicians and I'm just immature enough to take a stab at it on this flight to Boston. Really, I'm not dead sure of any of this, but here goes... if nothing else, maybe I'm thinking aloud - stuff that I need to remember for myself. Forgive any perceived tone of all-knowingness. It just comes out that way when I'm trying to make sense of it all.

"Take my advice - Don't Listen To Me" - Neil Young

Aaaaaand!
Point number one, with a bullet ...

+ LIKE THEY USED TO SAY ON VH-1: MUSIC FIRST 

We talk a lot about how computers and internet have changed and will change music. Usually what people are talking about is the distribution of music and not music itself. That's not really something an aspiring musician should be all overly concerned with. It may become important for you to be savvy about distribution and promotion, but it won't do you any good if you're not making music first.

I realize the big question for most aspiring musical artist is how to get your break. There isn't really a break. It's a lot of different breaks, some good and some bad. There will be significant lucky opportunities that you may or may not recognize as such. It's not an exact science and the landscape is constantly morphing. Advice on how to 'make it' is dubious business. I do believe that if you're not ready musically, the best opportunity in the world isn't even an opportunity.

++ WORK DILIGENTLY TO FIND YOUR VOICE

"Everything I'm not made me everything I am" - Kanye West

Finding your Voice takes a lot of frustrating time. That's a painful period that all artists go through, sometimes more than once. I think that most artists don't want to admit that period ever existed. We all like to pretend we came out special and it all just magically happened. You will eventually find that it takes no effort to just be yourself, but the road to that place can be long and rough. The truth is that most artists would not want you to see the evolution of their Voice. It would be very embarrassing. Imitating your heroes, trying on ill advised affectations. It's all part of the trip. It's why all those Before They Were Stars footage is so cringe worthy. Nobody wants to be seen in that light and so successful musicians do the new generation a disservice by denying their shady artistic past. I for one, will do my best to cover my tracks because I don't want anyone seeing that sh*t!

My earliest attempts at singing were painfully affected. I tried to sound like a singer. I gave that up and played in bands with 'real singers'. This was in my late teens and early to mid twenties. I would write a song and coach the singers to perform it the way I heard it. While I couldn't put my finger on why my singing sucked I found that I more easily identified the fake ass singer affectations in others and would encourage them to straighten up the delivery, as if they were sing speaking. As I heard myself coaching them on rehearsal tapes, I heard the Voice that would bring my songs to life. It took no real effort just to be me but it took some time and effort to realize that. We have to learn that we have no control over who we are musically but we do have the choice to be that or to try and be some other motherf*cker. The latter is a lot of work.

The thing about writing is that there's such a narrow language that is used in conventional songwriting in any era. I enjoy putting an instructions manual to music, for instance, to see what it feels like to operate outside the conventional lexicon and cadence. Even putting sentiments in your own words, as if it were an email, can be quite un-pop and awkward when paired with music. For me, Awkward = Freedom. Whatever you find that emancipates you from that narrow slice of currently acceptable pop vernacular and pacing might be your freedom. Unless! You're one of those people who just think Rock. They exist. Then you're a Freedom Rocker, one of the proud and few. I'm just a Freedom Nerd, but that could always change.

+++ TECHNIQUE AND FORGET ABOUT IT

Be schooled in form and technique as much as you can swallow and abandon it when you feel it's nearly killed you. Know how people did it before you. Play covers and have respect for the mastery of what came before. It will make you suck for a while. Any gains you make as a musician, especially technically generally have the side effect of rendering you unfocused for a short period of time. Basically, you can expect to play and write like a goober for a while when digesting concepts. Then it sinks in and you come out of the haze, stronger with a broader palette, sharper pen and more confidence. 

++++ FOR GOD'S SAKE, PLEASE TRY TOO HARD!

How many times do we say or hear "they're trying tooooo hard!" I say, try try and try again but just put the effort into the right things. That's probably the basis of good musical technique. Intense effort, focused into what it takes to express. All other muscles, thoughts and effort needn't be recruited. Work what it takes to be "in it" and send everything else home. That's tough. For instance, when playing a scale you don't want your other fingers rigid and pointing up to the ceiling. When you're singing, you don't want a clenched jaw. It's a waste of your effort. Paddle like a freak beneath it to keep it afloat but don't wear yourself out paddling against your own team. Same with your artistry. Don't spend effort on crap like... well, being cool. It's a killer. It takes effort to appear as if you don't care. What a waste. By the same token, don't feel you have to beat every note into people's heads and be Guy Smiley all the time. Just make music and have good manners. Training yourself to relax unnecessarily recruited muscles, tendencies, thoughts - it's effort in itself. 

+++++ NOBODY IS VOTING FOR YOU IN NOVEMBER

You're not a politician, you're an artist. We break artistic promises constantly because every moment is different and new and the job of the artist is to surf that. We change our minds. You're allowed. David Bowie was allowed. Madonna was allowed. We are a profession of flip floppers. Ch-ch-ch change when you feel it.

You can't make people like you. You just can't. You can't make people who won't understand your music, understand your music. Effort spent trying to win votes steals from energy needed for pure expression. You will probably begin your career by promoting yourself on some level sans management or label. Embark upon said career understanding this: Promotion is not about swaying people's musical taste, or altering your music to fit a theoretical audience. It's about taking the music you naturally make and finding it's home. 

ON ONE HAND... You may soon find you'll be praised for being you. Be willing to wake up tomorrow and not be 'that guy' that people clapped for. Keep an open mind to the distinct possiblity that you might be moving on. Be willing to release your audience and yourself. Don't try actively to do evolve, just be willing. Some are going to like the way you did it yesterday but they can always relive the magic by listening to your old recordings. When you made those recordings you were likely discovering something in the process. Doing it again is the empty repetition void of discovery. Charting new territory often sounds more like the 'old you' simply because it has the element of discovery. The style may be quite different. 

As Robert, Darren and I were getting into recording the new record, we realized that imitating our early selves would be instant death. We didn't know what the hell we were doing when we started and that's part of what made it what it was. So we set out into the unknown in some way with each song. The irony is that the record reminds me most of our first record now. 

ON THE OTHER HAND... You will often find yourself being flogged for being you. That's tough but take some solace in knowing that you're on the right track. You're hitting a nerve and that's why people might bother to beat you up some. Anyway, the beater uppers don't really stop to think about the human behind the artist. We're all guilty of being beater uppers from time to time. If you're being used as a standard, take that as a compliment - I've been slow to realize this. An artist on any level is a symbol to people who will never know them personally. Human nature is to express who we are by sometimes exalting or trashing an artist. Being either symbol is a service so just appreciate that someone is working their little thing out somewhere by taking it out on the symbol that is you or your music crap. Punching bags probably keep people off meds. 

You can never control what's in or out of style. When you're lucky, your ideas and your style are in. You find your first success when your style is in style. Then, it might recede sometimes. Recently anger went out of style in music and I was apprised of this upon releasing a rather sarcastic record. I felt like a jackass. That record was not quite what most people wanted to hear or feel and maybe it will never be. The actual music wasn't really being criticized - I was personally criticized. Criticism that gets personal invalidates itself, so I shouldn't have let it bother me. Remind me not to do that again. If only a few people cathartically connected to that album (many did), I should have stuck by my guns. I should have said, yeah I was kind of pissed and I made the most of it by writing about it, pounding a piano and making some jokes. It's called expression. One constant about the music business in any era is that the first people to buy your new album do so because they liked your last record. It hurts to disappoint them out of the gate but sometimes you have to. Eventually they'll get over it and those who connected will be grateful that you bothered.
In some cases, parts of your audience will grow WITH you. If you try to second guess all of this and keep your audience, you will lose them instead.

Likewise, avoid engaging in public criticism of other artists. In fact, don't waste your time doing it in private if possible. You'll just embarrass yourself in the long run and put nasty energy out there that comes back. You'll engage in creative bullying. Nobody needs to be told what they can't do. If they can't do, they'll find out. Lift your standing if you must by the quality of your work but not by pushing somebody else down. If for no other reason, it can stifle your own work as you succumb to the idea that there are rules of what sucks and doesn't suck. It's like letting praise get to your head. If you allow that stuff in, you'll also allow the ugly comments in. Contradiction number seven hundred a forty two: Your success depends on what people think... and you're not supposed to care? That's right and good luck.

Wow. How's that for advice. Should I try and be more specific? I hope any of this makes sense. It's the best I can do on the plane. 

Again no corrections or reading of this. It's a stream of blog.

Tuesday, April 24, 2012

the left banke

this was actually something i had meant to write about in the middle of february.
i was listening to that week's podcast of this american life and the first story agitated some thoughts that had been simmering in the back of my mind for a while. it brought up some heavy questions that i hoped i had the right answer to yet still found myself wondering.

the guy who was telling the story had talked about how he had been with his girlfriend for 13 years (or so), all through college and several years after. then, taking an idea from the amish custom of allowing teenagers two years to live without the restrictions of their culture, they mutually agreed to take some time apart and enjoy the freedom of being able to meet other people (and the things that go with that, but people with children read this blog, so i won't go any further.)

as he was concluding his story and talking about it with ira, the show's host, he said that when he does get married, he wants to have an agreement that, after seven years, he and his wife have to sit down and discuss things, and if they both want to keep at it, get remarried for another seven years.

this kind of bothered me. i wouldn't want that. i mean, i guess there's something good about being not feeling "trapped" with someone, and i maybe i'm just a deluded single guy who thinks that when you get married, both people actually want to be with each other. and i was beginning to wonder if maybe i had been looking at this love/relationship junk much too heavily. i mean, i didn't think so, but occasionally it occurs to me that i might be wrong about something.

ira's reply to him reaffirmed to me why i dearly love him and his show:
i don't know what i think of that. because i think, actually, one of the things that's a comfort in marriage is that there isn't a door at seven years. and so, if something is messed up, in the short term, there's a comfort of knowing, like, well we made this commitment and so we're just going to work this out. and, like, even if tonight we're not getting along, or there's something between us that doesn't feel right, you have the comfort of knowing we've got time, we'll figure this out, and that makes it so much easier. because you do go through times when you hate each other's guts, and the "no escape" clause, weirdly, is a bigger comfort to being married than i ever would have thought before i got married.
i breathed a sigh of peace.

"really?" replied the storyteller. "i'd never thought of it that way. i like thinking about it that way. you just see so many examples of where people don't think that way."

and yes, he's right. as mike birbiglia put it on this week's rerun, "i never looked anyone that's been married for thirty years and thought, 'i gotta get me some of that!'"

but i believe in the safety of that commitment.
yea, Lord, help Thou mine unbelief.

Monday, April 23, 2012

the passion of jeff

my original project idea fell through.
but my new idea means a lot more to me.
and i'm working with channeled energy for the next few weeks.
there's a fire in me.


sometimes there is love.
sometimes there is art.