New Camera!

Thanks to the recent theft of my backpack, I needed to replace my point&shoot camera before my Arizona trip that starts this weekend. After doing a lot of research, I decided to go with an upgraded version of the camera that was stolen, which was a Canon PowerShot SD550. So I now own an SD880, which so far I’m very happy with.

Pictures (of course)

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Candy Girl, Or, How To Spend a Saturday Afternoon

I went to an old-time jam with my friend Kari the other night and she played a lovely tune called “Candy Girl,” which I’ve heard her play but never learned. We played it and I got a sense of the melody and learned the very pretty chord changes for her version (which she learned from an album by the wonderful Brittany Haas) and this morning I was playing music and started working out the melody on the guitar. It’s pretty simple; it’s the contrast with the chords that really makes it work.

Anyway a few hours later and here we go. It’s a little rough but I really love this tune. It’s worth mentioning that this song, also known as “Candy Gal,” was originally a breakdown, played a lot faster and more aggressively. But in this case I like the way it was “prettied up.”

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Hey, I’m an Urban Myth!

Today’s Times had an article about people who don’t watch television anymore, in which an NBC executive is quoted as saying, “the notion that people have forsaken watching cable and network television is an urban myth.”

As the writer of the article (who has given up her television) said, “I have been compared to many things in my life; never, though, to Sasquatch.”

I gave up my television in 1988, out of necessity. I was working as a reporter in Pennsylvania, making a pittance, and working lots of nights. The cable bill kept going up, and channels I liked kept being removed from the basic package, so I canceled it to save money. Without cable, in the mountains, you really didn’t have television at all, at least not with the rabbit ears on my crappy set. I used to watch TV almost every night, but once it was gone, I was surprised at how little I missed it. I read more, I got to bed earlier, and I felt better — staying up until 2am flipping channels and watching crap didn’t feel much better than binging on junk food or getting drunk, and didn’t have any of the social benefits.

I did miss good shows; I first heard of Seinfeld when people at work assumed I knew everything about it because I was a New Yorker. I’ve never seen an episode of Friends or Sex In the City or The X Files or any show involving the initials “CSI.” I have never watched a reality show. For the most part, that’s a good thing.

I also have lost my immunity to television; getting rid of it was somewhat leaving a very loud dance club. The silence is deafening. When I encounter television nowadays, in public places or at my parents’, what principally strikes me is the volume. Everyone screams. Even relatively calm television personalities act in ways that would cause you to tell them to calm down, or ask them to leave, if they were actually in your living room. I don’t like being screamed at, and I don’t like being treated like an idiot, and television does both.

However. There are lots of good shows on TV, and nowadays, you don’t have to watch television to enjoy TV shows. For years I had an actual television that lived in the closet and came out for movie-watching, and also for Netflix rentals of series like The Sopranos, which I was first exposed to in hotel rooms during our exile from NYC after 9/11, and fell in love with. Sitting down to watch an episode of a TV show on DVD is a very different experience from watching television; you can’t flip channels, there’s a defined beginning and end, there are no commercials, and you can do it anytime you like. As the writer said, “No more flipping channels just to see what’s on, the television equivalent of a one-night stand. Instead I am in a committed relationship.”

And, of course, you don’t even need to own a television to watch television. I had my first experience of this during the first season of South Park, when some of the programmers in my group commandeered one of our servers to store streamed video of every episode. I scolded them about taking up server space, told them to burn them to CD, and then asked for a copy. And I watched the whole first season of South Park on my laptop and loved it. Yes, they screamed a lot, but it was smart and funny and entertaining.

I’m in the process of getting rid of the television because I now have a good laptop (a black 13″ MacBook, with remote control and everything), and the increasing availability of shows online (the point of the article) means I don’t even need to pay Netflix.

So, am I an urban myth? I got three “Me too!” responses in Facebook within an hour of posting this article. The NBC executive is hiding his head in the sand, just as people are doing in the newspaper industry and the music industry and the auto industry.

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Dancing Tourists

Photo_113008_002.jpgWe had a particularly good time at the Greenwich Village Bistro tonight, not least thanks to a bunch of tourists who stopped in, stayed for all three sets, danced and (I swear) did the wave. It was quite a contrast to Friday night, but both were great times. Saboteur Tiger (tonight’s band) plays next on January 11, and I’m hoping Kate will do another gig just before Christmas.

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“I Believe In Singing”

Brian Eno wrote an essay for the NPR series “This I Believe,” which was broadcast this morning. Eno is probably the world’s most famous electronic musician (meaning a player of electronic music, not a silicon-based musician). The majority of his work is instrumental music, often ambient. Many of his fans (including me) lament the lack of vocals in much of his work. And he wrote an essay beginning, “I believe in singing.” Plain a capella singing.

And it makes perfect sense, really. His essay says nothing about the value of listening to singing, on CDs by other people. It’s all about the value of singing. Not only is it beneficial physically (“You use your lungs in a way that you probably don’t for the rest of your day, breathing deeply and openly”) and psychologically (“Singing aloud leaves you with a sense of levity and contentedness”), he also discusses its “civilizational benefits.”

When you sing with a group of people, you learn how to subsume yourself into a group consciousness because a capella singing is all about the immersion of the self into the community. That’s one of the great feelings — to stop being me for a little while and to become us. That way lies empathy, the great social virtue.

He’s absolutely right. I have been immersed in the bluegrass / traditional country music / old-time world for years now, and have almost entirely stopped going to the blues jams that a harmonica player more typically would be found at. Some of that has to do with my love of melody, but a lot of it has to do with the opportunities to sing. At first I was reluctant to sing, believing I wasn’t “good enough,” as so many people sadly do, but the more I did it the better it felt and the more I realized that the joy of it was not in being “good” but in being together.

He includes a recommended list of songs, many of which you could hear at any of our jams — “Keep On the Sunny Side,” “Sixteen Tons,” “Will the Circle Be Unbroken” — and others that would fit right in, like “Can’t Help Falling In Love” or “Down By the Riverside.” They’re simple songs, based, as he says, “around the basic chords of blues and rock and country music.” They are not only word-rich, with beautiful lyrics, but also rich in words with long vowels, where the harmonies really shine. “When you get a lot of people singing harmony on a long note like that, it’s beautiful.” These songs are indeed good to sing together, and not only that, they really aren’t very hard. There are no complex scales or unintuitive harmonies. The choruses are usually brief and easy to remember. Generations of people have been able to sing and enjoy them, and that’s why they’re traditional American tunes.

I believe in singing to such an extent that if I were asked to redesign the British educational system, I would start by insisting that group singing become a central part of the daily routine. I believe it builds character and, more than anything else, encourages a taste for co-operation with others. This seems to be about the most important thing a school could do for you.

Thanks to my “new life” I have been able to spend a lot of time this year singing for days on end. One of my most transcendent experiences of the year was an unaccompanied gospel sing at Ashokan — I am an avowed atheist but I’m also a believer — in the spirituality of singing together, in community, in “the great social virtue” that Eno describes.

We all need more singing in our life.

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