Being Drawn In

Interesting fact: Not everyone in the world speaks English. That may actually be unironic news to some Americans since there is very little practical use for a foreign language in parts of the United States (aka “our little universe,”) and there is vast popular culture and news media (one in the same), enough to satisfy one’s interests. I can certainly say, though, that there is much more to learn, understand and enjoy about other cultures and languages, opening new dimensions to your own perceptions about the world. It is very much worth it to branch out linguistically. (Not to be a jerk, but one could even put some effort into really learning their own native language. I didn’t really learn English until I started trying to learn another language. The drawback being now I cringe a lot more.) Learning a language is hard work for most of us, so hard that it may not be enough just to study grammar rules, memorize vocabs (vocabulary words) and strain to comprehend idioms. (Fess up English, you’ve got some weird ones too.) Usually it just doesn’t stick; you never stop feeling like an idiot when you try to say anything beyond the skill of a native three year old. Something more has to draw you in and motivate you, like some intriguing cultural history or music.

You could get really drawn into and excited about a foreign language based on the culture, but conversely you could also form an aversion to a language based on your ambivalence or antipathy to some part of a society. In high school, which is commonly the first opportunity a publicly educated student will have to electively/voluntarily learn a foreign language, the selection is typically limited to either Spanish, French or German. Personally, I had grown up with a bit of an aversion to Spanish, I thought French sounded dumb, and I might have passed on all foreign languages, but in my senior year I started to get really interested in German since some relatives/teachers I admired were enthused about it. I don’t remember what I knew about Germany and German before that, but I was immediately hooked, especially when I got to meet a group of high school students from Germany visiting our class. Soon after high school I got to study it even more, to spend an extended residence in Germany, and upon returning to the U.S. I eventually completed a degree in German, all along the way drawing in more reinforcing interests to help me learn.

Since that time I have dabbled in learning other languages, and thanks to my first round with German I have a better sense of actually how to learn languages. Without going into the techniques, of course the point I’m making now is that the real catalyst is having a driving motivation, and usually for me the draw comes from music. Part of what caught my interest for German back in the 80’s was Xmal Deutschland, Propaganda, Trio and Falco. I got really interested in Icelandic when I started to hear native records from The Sugarcubes (Sykurmolarnir). At some point I started to think French sounded pretty cool with Les Rita Mitsouko, Mylène Farmer, Air, M83 and Charlotte Gainsbourg. I had many opportunities to learn Spanish growing up but something about the culture (or my ex-wife) really put on the brakes. Even that curse was dispelled when I heard Rebekah Del Rio in “Mulholland Drive,” Shakira’s “Loba” domesticada and Juana Molina. Whatever your muse, let it carry you through the toil of vocabs and idioms.

Mount St. Curtis

May 18, 1980. 38 years ago today the world seemed about to end for me. I was in central Washington state when Mount St. Helens lashed out with ominous roiling volcano fury. Spooky swirling ash clouds, mid-day mid-night, trapped, detached from the world. Much later, once I got to know what was important to the cool kids, I learned that Ian Curtis of Joy Division ended his life also on May 18, 1980. I only just recently made that connection. Continue reading

Coachella Logistics

Reaching Coachella weekend mid-April means a lot to me: getting past the dark, dreary Winter and connecting with the sunny warm festival world again. The live streams from sweltering Deep Desert, California help me feel it might be safe to crawl out of my alpaca underthermals and that I should empathize with all the brave beset concert-goers suffering sunburn and dusty dehydration. I dream of attending in person again, but I end up thinking about what a pain it would be to pay, travel, traffic-jam, camp, and be stuck out in the vast, barren polo fields over several days with a quarter of a million other humans rather than just flannel pajamas streaming it. I can comprehend how it’s worth a fair amount of grief as an attendee for the experience, but what is it like for the performers? How on earth does Goldenvoice pull off such a huge project? I presume each of the acts are basically already on tour and they have their own set of roadies, transport/party vans. But with ~160 acts over the two weekends, how do the bands lock into the logistics months ahead and is there a glut of hundreds of tour trucks and buses on the I-10 from LA? Do the bands make a profit or to they take a loss for the exposure? Do they have to actually pay to play? Are any acts banned from Coachella? Like Cage the Elephant 2014, clearly tripping mental balls. Continue reading

Sequenced Soul

Imagination fixated upon whether a machine can have a soul. Enhance. The Maschinenmensch in Metropolis, Rachel in Bladerunner, Data in Star Trek, Caprica Six in Battlestar Galactica, Delores in Westworld, Agent K in Bladrunner, and Roland TR-808 in practically every cool electronic beat since 1980… Manufactured from components, programmed, sequenced, predictable, yet so creative and versatile, it’s hard to think of it as just a toaster. The 808, analog drum machine and rhythm composer, did not set out to sound like a real drum kit. It was originally intended to serve as a handy, artificial accompaniment for when the human drummer was indisposed. The sounds it produces are unmistakably fake from an array of hardware electronic sine-wave circuits, as opposed to digitally recorded samples. Seeing a recent documentary about 808 beats made me realize how the sounds completely pervade the spectrum of my musics. Rare, collectible and pricey, you can play with it here for free. The creators didn’t envision all that could be done with it, its sub-bass and crickety cymbal sounds are ubiquitous. Dare I suggest, it has a life of its own. For example: Continue reading

Desert Island Streaming

I have been schlepping around a massive collection of musical media for decades, ranging from vinyl and cassettes from when I was a kid, CDs from teenage to medium-adult years, and iPod MP3s onward from there. Over the years I accumulated more plastics and bits. At some point in the last few years it seems like that collection has become obsolete; I realize it has been a couple of years since I bought any CDs or digital downloads, or powered on my iPod for that matter. Come to think of it, I haven’t even pirated much of anything in that time either. (Ironically, I recently got a new turntable, more about that next time.) Practically everything is ready right now to queue up for online streaming. This revelation must be obvious to the rest of the world. I’m a late adopter and I take a long time to decide on things. From another perspective then, if it has won me over, it’s pretty solid. Continue reading