January, 2008
16 posts under this date.
I love the anecdote because it makes the point so well and it rings so true. The statistic surpassed even my dire expectations. And yes, major labels should have acted years ago. May we learn something from their example.
IN 2006 EMI, the world’s fourth-biggest recorded-music company, invited some teenagers into its headquarters in London to talk to its top managers about their listening habits. At the end of the session the EMI bosses thanked them for their comments and told them to help themselves to a big pile of CDs sitting on a table. But none of the teens took any of the CDs, even though they were free. “That was the moment we realised the game was completely up,” says a person who was there.
In America, according to Nielsen SoundScan, the volume of physical albums sold dropped by 19% in 2007 from the year before—faster than anyone had expected.
Tim Renner, a former boss of Universal Music in Germany, says the majors should have acted years ago. “Then they had the money and could have built the competence by buying concert agencies and merchandise companies,” he says. Now it may be too late.
A Spanish version of Mika’s Billy Brown. Apologies beforehand, I just have this hobby of translating songs—if the mood strikes one day I may even hurt your ears with my French version of Gloria Trevi’s Hoy me ire de casa
Update 15/January/2007:
Billy Brown
Oh Billy Brown had lived an ordinary life.
Two kids, a dog, and a cautionary wife.
While it was all going according to plan
Then Billy Brown fell in love with another man.
He met his lover almost every single day
Making excuses for his dodgy holiday
(Unto religion that he said and duty found
They didn’t know his faith was earthly bound)
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Juan Alazan
Oh Juan Alazan vivia una vida primorosa
Dos ninhos, un perro y una esposa fastidiosa
Aun cuando todo iba yendo acorde al plan
Juan Alazan se enamoro de otro galan.
De ver su amante ningun dia se perdia
Haciendo excusas por tan locas correrias
En cierta religion nueva y extranha.
Lo que no sabian es que su fe era mundana.
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Brown…Oh Billy Brown.
Don’t let the stars get you down.
Don’t let the waves let you drown.
Brown…Oh Billy Brown.
Gonna pick you up like a paper cup.
Gonna shake the water out of every nook.
Oh Billy Brown.
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Juan… oh Juan Alazan
No te dejes por tus estrellas tumbar
No te dejes por las olas ahogar
Juan… oh Juan Alazan
Habra que desdoblarse como carton
Habra que sacudirse el agua de cada rincon.
Oh Juan Alazan.
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Oh Billy Brown needed a place, somewhere to go.
He found an island off the coast of Mexico
Leaving his lover and his family behind.
Oh Billy Brown needed to find some peace of mind.
And on his journey and his travels on the way,
He met a girlie who was brave enough to say,
When they made love he shared the burden of his mind.
Oh Billy Brown you are a victim of the times.
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Oh Juan Alazan tenia que huir a cualquier sitio.
Encontro una isla costa de Puerto Rico,
Dejando su amante y su familia por detras..
Oh Juan Alazan solo buscaba paz mental.
En aventuras en su larga travesia,
Conocio una chica que valiente le decia,
Cuando hacian el amor y el desahogaba sentimientos,
“Oh Juan Alazan eres una victima de los tiempos.”
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Brown…Oh Billy Brown.
Don’t let the stars get you down.
Don’t let the waves let you drown.
Brown…Oh Billy Brown.
Gonna pick you up like a paper cup.
Gonna shake the water out of every nook.
Oh Billy Brown.
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Juan… oh Juan Alazan
No te dejes por tus estrellas tumbar
No te dejes por las olas ahogar
Juan… oh Juan Alazan
Habra que desdoblarse como carton
Habra que sacudirse el agua de cada rincon.
Oh Juan Alazan.
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Brown…Oh Billy Brown.
Gonna pick you up like a paper cup.
Gonna shake the water out of every nook.
Oh Billy Brown.
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Juan… oh Juan Alazan
Habra que desdoblarse como carton
Habra que sacudirse el agua de cada rincon.
Oh Juan Alazan.
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Oh Billy Brown had lived an ordinary life.
Two kids, a dog, and a cautionary wife.
While it was all going according to plan
Then Billy Brown fell in love with another man
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Oh Juan Alazan vivia una vida primorosa
Dos ninhos, un perro y una esposa fastidiosa
Aun cuando todo iba yendo acorde al plan
Juan Alazan se enamoro de otro galan.
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Yo soy un pozo de rencor—como amigo puedo tener defectos, pero como enemigo soy perfecto…
Efrain Bartolome, Educacion emocional en veinte lecciones
I’m a cesspool of bitterness—as a friend I may have defects, but as an enemy I’m perfect…
Boy, how much fun has this book been! Efrain Bartolome’s Educacion emocional en veinte lecciones [review] is exactly what the title implies —an emotional education, a coginitive-behavioral approach to learning to handle your emotions—, I just never thought it would be this much fun.
I stumbled on it combing the city’s book fair for books originally written in Spanish, as has been my custom for the last couple of years. It was a difficult choice, it was pricey ($200 pesos), had too facile a title and yet managed to be intimidating with its 300 pages of dense prose. It apparently lied somewhere between selfhelp and psychotherapy, both of which I dislike. But then its recency (2006), its being written by a Mexican UNAM professor, its initial quote:
Sistema, poeta, sistema:
empieza por contar las piedras,
luego contaras las estrellas.
Leon Felipe
System, poet, system:
start by counting the stones,
then you shall count the stars.
its excellent typography (!), its suggestive index and its author being a renowned poet besides a psychologist made me put out.
I’m glad I did. Whatever the book’s merits the best compliment I can give it is that it has changed me, far more deeply that I can tell this close to the reading but I think and feel different ever since.
How not to love a book that manages to be densely precise and technical while still being fresh, humble, and (Mexicanly) casual—always struggling for clarity, for precision.
How not to love a book that manages to delve deep into theory while being chock-full of practical suggestions—always struggling to convince you, to change you.
How not to love a book that suggests buying a pornographic magazine as an exercise in selfcontrol, proposes a condom-buying dare, explains respiratory meditation, entrances you with the stream-of-consciousness of an addict, and finishes lessons by sprinkling a sufi story (the tale of the two brothers) or a beautiful metaphor (“Se como el sandalo que perfuma al hacha que lo hiere” / “Be like sandalwood that perfumes the axe that hurts it.”)?
If you care about selfhelp books this is by far the best I’ve ever read. If you care about psychotherapy this is by far the best I’ve ever read too (no Freudian bullshit!). I earnestly and sincerely recommend it, grab it wherever you can find it.
(I’m personally looking for extra copies to give away but Gandhi doesn’t have it in stock and its editor, Paidos, doesn’t list it online—do drop a message if you find it somewhere).
Terry Rodgers paints entrancing glimpses at raw hedonism—modern, American, urban, Grey’s-Anatomy diverse, indolent, excessive, impudent. Set in sumptuous, soap-operatic locales, youth and beauty are squandered in complex orgies of many bodies and many layers. Epicurean pigs, lotus eaters, Klimtian nymphs, frozen in their idle shuffle for our ogling. Though the paintings are in a way surprisingly chaste—nudes showing nothing that the Greeks didn’t sculpt—what both beguiles and offends is that insolent, apathic wallowing in excess—no one ever smiles, this isn’t about happiness, it’s about pleasure. (Via nudonation.)
The world is changing, music is changing, drugs are changing, even men and women are changing. One thousand years from now there’ll be no guys and no girls, just wankers. Sounds great to me.
Trainspotting, screenplay by John Hodge, based on the novel by Irvine Welsh
Head out to The Sex Singularity: When Machines Surpass Human Hotness for a fascinating scifi glimpse at our impending sexdoll future. Written in the sparse but suggestive Strossian infodump style, the piece is a rambling scrapbook of future news, some of them wonderfully imaginative: (via BoingBoing)
In a 5-4 decision, the Supreme Court rules for the defendant in Easy vs. Springfield Board of Education, affirming the right of anyone to publicly walk in the controversial robotic manner that’s gaining popularity among some teenage girls. In the dissenting opinion, Justice Scalia writes, “We have come to a time when this unnaturally affected and clearly recognizable gait can only be interpreted as an open invitation to sex, which makes walking in this manner an obscene expression with no legal place in a publically-funded educational institution. The gravity of this obscenity is doubled when the expression comes from a young woman who has not yet reached the statutory age of consent.”
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