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alternative giants of the previous decade

Friday, September 19th, 2008

What follows is a post I typed up a few months ago, during a long flight from California to Rhode Island. Typed on an iPhone. I’ve really wanted to post it, but I’ve been looking for the right music-hosting software ever since. It’s a long one, but you’ll see why.


When I graduated high school, my friend Elaine introduced me to her circle of friends, all of whom turned out to be the best friends I’ve ever had. At the heart of our friendship, each of us had our musical tastes which sort of defined us, or at least put a certain flavor on what we brought to the group. Eli (my nickname for Elaine) was a big fan of The Cure, while Bill was really into Robyn Hitchcock. Peter was into Depeche Mode, and he turned me on to Moxy Früvous (although that didn’t really fit the alternative theme of the group). I was kinda the oddball, being a bigger fan of Pink Floyd and Led Zeppelin…my horizons were definitely broadened, and I’m indebted to each of them for that. In knowing these people, I was also introduced to a variety of people who didn’t really strike a chord with me, so I didn’t really get close. But one such person is having an impact on my life now, fourteen years later, and I wish to hell I’d been mature enough to be a better friend to her back then. I haven’t seen nor heard from her in at least ten years.

I’ve written about Maria, albeit briefly, before. She’s the one who had a nose-ring — a tortoise — named Mortimer. He clicked on her round-framed glasses when she scratched her nose.

Maria is the daughter of two college professors, and she was pretty straightforward about her own rebellious nature. She smoked hand-rolled cigarettes (like a chimney), didn’t shave her legs or underarms, was a voracious reader (her apartment was littered with stacks and stacks of obscure novels or classic literature…there may have been a smattering of graphic novels in there too, but it’s been a long time). She and Bill usually amused themselves talking about obscure independent or international films like Strictly Ballroom or Priscilla, Queen of the Desert (long before either of those films were widely-known, and long before “independent film” became the buzzword non-struggle that it is now).

She was perhaps two years older than I, and was not enrolled in school. She was the only person I knew who was independent enough to have an apartment. During that summer after high school, I often saw her at Bill’s house (the de facto hangout spot, followed closely by Taco Bell at midnight). She was the brooding type, but not overly so; she would often pipe up with some bit of wry wit, and sometimes she’d get downright animated…but in a way that convinced you she was always in control. She’d generally be at the fringes of the conversation, and it was quite often asked “where’s Maria?” To which, of course, the answer was “She’s on fire.”

On one or two occasions, I gave her a ride to work or across town to her place. I ended up hanging out alone with her once or twice, and it was a bit weird without having the rest of the group there as the “glue.” Her tastes were indescribably different from mine, but nonetheless I found her fascinating. She was attractive, but I was so young and closed-minded that the slightly hairy legs turned the attraction into simple friendliness.

During one of our solo hang-outs, she tried to explain to me just how awesome Camper Van Beethoven was, but I just wasn’t getting it without hearing it. The next time I saw her, she had three mix tapes for me (one, a collection of CVB, and two tapes of a series she called Alternative Giants of the Previous Decade), and the gesture blew my freakin’ mind. Getting one mix tape from someone was a sure sign that that person kinda liked you. Getting three was kind of intimidating. I listened to them each in turn, but A) the music was a complete departure from the stuff I liked, and B) the dub quality was so poor, it was really hard to appreciate the music/artistry at all. We compared notes on a bunch of the music, and I told her which songs I liked best (a few songs by The Pogues, The B-52′s, Depeche Mode, etc.), but I never addressed the question of whether or not she liked me. Again, somehow, at that point in my life, hairy legs trumped a pretty face, nice body and fascinating personality…what can I say, I wasn’t raised by professors, and I had a lot to learn.

Two weeks ago, I heard an episode of WNYC’s Soundcheck, on which they interviewed the creator of the blog at www.cassettefrommyex.com. A lot was said about the lost art of creating mix tapes on actual audio cassettes…which I kind of agree with. There’s something very deliberate in the act of making something like that with those tools, which is kinda lost when you’ve got tools like iTunes at your disposal. Anyway, the discussion got me thinking about those tapes Maria made for me (even though she isn’t actually “an ex”). Funny, I’ve actually got a few mix CDs from my current girlfriend (which, of course, I still listen to), and a very nicely-illustrated mix cassette from an actual ex. But the three from Maria immediately came to mind, perhaps because I never gave them a proper shot.

So, the other night, I busted out the tapes (oh hell yeah, of course I still had them, are you nuts?) and transcribed the artist/song names so I could maybe re-build the mix with some higher-fidelity recordings.

Step one was to decipher her handwriting, which was, thankfully, very neat but also very dense. If she was a journal-keeper — which, I can almost guarantee she was — I’d imagine the pages would be almost black with the density of her script.

Step two was to make sure the artist or song names were accurate. Again, she was damn good at this. Most song names were either accurate or at least derivatives of the correct title. There were only two songs (out of 53) with missing or incorrect titles, and she had even put them in parentheses to denote that fact. She was well-versed in the art.

Step three was to track down the songs. Some of them I had already bought or downloaded over the years, but that was a very small minority. For the rest, I actually had to employ a few specialized tools to get my hands on most of the songs. For starters, I generally turn to SeeqPod, but that service is only meant for finding/listening. I’ve found some specialized tools that allow me to download the mp3s that SeeqPod finds to my computer. Yeah, yeah, I know, I’m the devil…whatever. Anyway, for the songs that can’t be found with SeeqPod (or aren’t very good quality, or are only available as live versions) I turned to iTunes and bought the track.

For the only track that had no title listed — “Cocteau Twins – (?)” — I listened to the track on the cassette a few times, and had to listen to dozens of preview tracks on iTunes (and run back to the tape to compare, for the close ones) before I finally found the damn thing. Who knew the Cocteau Twins were so damned prolific?

For the really obscure songs, I couldn’t even find the damn things on iTunes or Amazon MP3. For those instances, I actually had to turn to YouTube. Oddly enough, that ended up being the perfect treasure trove for the most obscure shit. Apparently, people loves them some YouTube for catalogging their old alternative loves. Got some great stuff from Robyn Hitchcock and Nitzer Ebb, among others. But, of course, YouTube kinda only has videos, not mp3s. Thankfully, I have a javascript bookmarklet that lets me download the h.264 QuickTime videos that YouTube provides for iPhone users. And, with GarageBand, I was able to import those video files and extract the audio track, which I then exported to iTunes. Made me feel really devious and tricky. I think I had to do that for at least ten tracks. The audio quality sucks ass on those ones, but it’s far, far better than the tapes’ quality.

And now, I’m totally in love with this compilation. I’m finally able to hear the nuances and appreciate all this music I totally couldn’t get into back in the day. Granted, I’ve been turned on to a lot of this stuff in the intervening years, but most of it is still new to me in that “nostalgic although I wasn’t there” kind of way. Not only that, but after all the effort Maria put into these mix tapes, for a guy she hardly knew, I feel pretty happy to try and match her efforts. I hope maybe I can find her and share it with her.

Anyway, check it out on my opentape, or you can listen to it here (like Pandora, it’ll pause between tracks if you minimize it):

Alternative giants of the previous decade

Part 1, side A

1. B52′s – Dance This Mess Around
2. Bad Brains- Sacred Love
3. Bauhaus – Silent Hedges
4. Butthole Surfers – Sweat Loaf
5. The Church – Under the Milky Way
6. The Clash – Clampdown
7. Cocteau Twins – How to Bring a Blush to the Snow
8. The Cure – Caterpillar
9. Dead Milkmen – Smokin’ Banana Peels
10. The Dead Kennedys – I Fought the Law
11. Depeche Mode – Never Let Me Down
12. Dinosaur Jr. – In a Jar

Part 1, side B

13. Fishbone – Those Days are Gone
14. Robyn Hitchcock – Vibrating
15. Hüsker Dü – The Real World (need an album-version)
16. Jane’s Addiction – The Mountain Song
17. Jesus & Mary Chain – Just Like Honey
18. Joy Division – Leaders of Men
19. King Missile – Jesus Was Way Cool
20. KMFDM – Money (deutchmark mix)
21. Lemonheads – Belt
22. Lemonheads – Sad Girl
23. Meat Beat Manifesto – All the Things You Are
24. Minute Men – Paranoid Chant
25. Mudhoney – By Her Own Hand
26. Nitzer Ebb – Lightning Man (need an album version, complete)

Part 2, side A

1. Nine Inch Nails – Down In It
2. Sinéad O’Connor – Never Get Old
3. Pixies – Something Against You
4. Pixies – Debaser
5. Pixies – Mr. Grieves (need a copy w/o blips and pops)
6. Pixies – Brick Is Red
7. The Pogues – Bottle of Smoke
8. Public Image Ltd. – Seattle
9. Red Hot Chili Peppers – Brother’s Cup
10. REM – We Walk
11. REM – Superman
12. The Replacements – Unsatisfied
13. Siouxsie & the Banshees – Metal Postcard
14. Skinny Puppy – Worlock

Part 2, side B

15. The Smiths – That Joke Isn’t Funny Anymore
16. Sonic Youth – Eric’s Trip
17. Sugarcubes – Deus
18. Talking Heads – Born Under Punches
19. 10,000 Maniacs – City of Angels
20. They Might be Giants – Santa’s Beard
21. Ultra Vivid Scene – Three Stars
22. U2 – Seconds
23. Suzanne Vega – Tom’s Diner
24. Violent Femmes – To the Kill
25. Was (Not Was) – Hello Dad (I’m in Jail)
26. Was (Not Was) – Earth to Doris
27. XTC – Runaways (need album version)

Poor Chris

Sunday, June 29th, 2008

For some crazy reason, my mind has recently been wandering back to this kid I went to Catholic elementary school with. Most of the kids in my class went on to become proper miscreants or whatever (my peoples), but Chris, as far as I know, was never heard from again.

I’m not sure how, but somewhere around 4th grade I got tricked into going over to Chris’ house to play a couple times. He was the absolute biggest of dorks (back then, it wasn’t a badge of pride), and it took a herculean effort by my mom to actually get me in the door of his house. His mom, who ran the Cub Scout troop, was apparently at least a generation away from her Irish roots, and she had a tendency to dye her hair an unnatural shade of red. She cut her son’s hair herself (poorly), and I always — even as a child — got the impression that he was the product of extreme coddling. Something about him just screamed “under-developed.” He always had the best toys, and he had an extremely condescending attitude that made me feel like shit because my toys weren’t the really big and expensive ones. But somehow, even when I was feeling belittled by him, I felt bad for him. I was way too young to consciously recognize that he was trying to compensate for something, but I always knew I shouldn’t take it personally (even though I always took such things personally from others).

I wonder where he is these days. I wonder where he went to school, post-grade school. I wonder if he lost weight in middle school, like I did. I wonder if he found an identity for himself. I wonder if he started smoking or drinking or rebelling in some other way. I wonder if he stayed a mama’s boy. I wonder if he ever lost the awkwardness, or gained enough self-confidence to perceptibly exude a little.

Earlier this year, Liz and I were standing in line to get food at an airport. We were still struggling to wake up, but I caught sight of a girl farther back in line. She looked, for all intents and purposes, just like Chris’ younger sister. Or, at least, that’s what my mind’s eye might configure when asked to create “Chris’ younger sister plus about 20 years.” I’m sure it wasn’t her, but it somehow gave me hope. Because this girl had the right face, and she looked like she had confidence, stature, experience, etc. And I hope that after 20 years, Chris has gained those things and assimilated them into a personality that suits him. The thing is, I can’t picture it. I wish I could.

I also wish I could find a picture of this t-shirt I’m thinking of. It’d illustrate the point perfectly. It’s a t-shirt that I saw Seth Green wearing in an episode of Greg the Bunny. Basically, it has just the head of Stewie Griffin on it, but it’s a depiction of Stewie as a mid-20′s hipster with some facial hair and a casual look in his eyes. Not all wound-up anymore. Cool.

On second thought, I guess I did get a good education

Friday, May 16th, 2008

Following on my previous post, I guess I’ve been coming to the conclusion, recently, that my college education wasn’t quite as second-rate as I’ve always thought it was. For some reason, I’d just always thought that, since I went to school in my hometown, and it was a state school, AND it was an art program, that I must somehow be less-educated.

But the truth of the matter is, I’ve really got a hell of a good base of knowledge in a huge variety of subjects…subjects about which most of my contemporaries just look at me blankly whenever a key word passes my lips.

For instance, the other day I was driving along and thinking about the 3D modeling software I used to play with in college. If I hadn’t had the tools at my disposal, I wouldn’t know what rotoscoping is, what inverse kinematics are, what compositing is, etc.

And today I was working on a website, on which I had to reverse a gradient from light green to dark green: the light part was passing under white text, which was making the text unreadable. Even though the other pages (orange gradient and blue gradient) had the same tint value, the green was blowing out the text because green is inherently more “visible” to the human eye. I never would have known this if I hadn’t studies Physics of Light & Color my sophomore year.

These types of things pop up almost every day, and it’s only recently that I’ve started noticing just how much of my college education has turned out to put me head and shoulders above the current pool of grads in the job market. I mean, honestly, it’s probably just the fact that time and experience tend to solidify theory…but still, these are things I’ve never forgotten, and have been using since I learned them. Experience’s role has been more about teaching me self-discipline and time management.

And of course, no mention of my college education would be complete without a shout out to my man littlematt. Without him, I’d be absolutely clueless when it comes to the basic inner workings of a unix-type server, and myriad other technological tidbits he’s imparted to me throughout the years. I still think back really fondly to the wee-morning hours of running Cat-5 cable through the walls and ceilings of Tyler Hall. Here’s to you, buddy.

Artisans

Saturday, May 10th, 2008

I went to college for Graphic Design. The head of my department was old-school to the core, highly learned in the art of printing presses, paste-up, mechanicals, and those enormous effing press cameras that were used to develop the plates for the presses. He was also very welcoming of the new school, so his computer lab was always outfitted with bleeding-edge computers and software.

While I was learning the trade, with Photoshop and Illustrator as my primary tools, I was also learning the history that got us there. And, at that point, they were still putting a huge emphasis on the print industry, because they knew it wasn’t going to die out. People will always need books, magazines, posters, etc, so they taught us the things that any artisan would need to know about the process, from beginning to end.

Artisans. Process. Thinking things through from beginning to end. Not just your little piece of the continuum.

They taught us (putting us in the shoes of the lead designer or art director) to become best buddies with the guy who runs the printing press. Know what the dot-gain is going to be. Compensate for it. Don’t leave things up to chance, because you’re either gonna piss off your printer guy, or you’re gonna pay through the nose and your boss is not gonna like that. Learn the trade. You don’t have to be a genius at all aspects, but you’ve got to consider what’s going to happen to your stuff when it leaves your hands. Not only that, but if it’s your baby you’ve got to treat it like your baby. Go to the press with it. Watch it. Take ownership.

With the new wave of graphic design, a new process took shape, and certain standards of practice started to be implemented industry-wide. For example, when sending a bundle of files over to your printer, you’d include your Quark file (or PageMaker) or maybe an Illustrator file if that’s what you used for layout. Your placed images would also have to be included and linked properly, or else the printer would hand your shit back to you. You’d also need to include, in a separate and clearly marked folder, all of the fonts you had used in your layout, including weight variations if so used.

It all seemed like common sense to me, at least in terms of bundling your files. The bit about getting to know your printer was kinda foreign to me, as I was intending to go the path of web development…no real need to get to know your printer, if you’re kinda the master of your own publishing.

I was wrong. The thing is, these days, it’s just as important as it’s always been. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve been the guy tasked with building a website, only to be slapped in the face with the fact that the designer was a print designer, and had absolutely no idea how HTML or Flash works. And, of course, I’ve never, ever gotten a design bundle from someone that included fonts. People just assume I own them, or have the time/money to go searching for them and pay for them. Dude, I’m just the guy who builds the HTML. You’re the designer, you take care of the font wrangling!

I’m working on an HTML email for a potato chip company here in the bay area. They want to send out a $1-off coupon in an email blast — an email that you’d just print out and bring to the store with you, including the bar code. I was handed the design (and presented with the urgent request) for this project on Friday, and asked to work this weekend to get it done. I didn’t have a huge problem with that.

What I did have a problem with, is the way the email layout was designed. How you gonna print a crystal-clear, scannable bar code from Joe Blow’s home inkjet printer, which is set to Draft mode to save ink? To make matters worse, this is the type of client who, when they see a design they like, they not only say “go,” but they don’t have any understanding or appreciation when you say “I’m sorry, an HTML email can’t be built to look like this without some trade-offs.” Contrary to normal web pages, HTML emails have serious limitations. Most of these limitations are due to the fact that email programs (Outlook, Entourage, Eudora, etc.) and webmail clients (Hotmail on IE7, Gmail on Firefox, etc) are all stuck in the stone ages. They don’t render standards-compliant HTML anywhere near properly. What this means, among other things, is: you can’t use margins, padding or CSS-P of any kind; you can’t use background-image; you can’t reliably use a:hover; you can’t reliably define your link color styles in the head, and you can’t rely on all email browsers knowing that links should be underlined (if you want them underlined).

But, unless the designer has any inkling about these limitations, they’re just gonna design for print. Because, in terms of standards-compliant, modern web pages, you can usually reproduce print pretty well. This isn’t the case with HTML email, which is stuck in 1996 when it comes to “standards.”

I guess the reason this bugs me so much is because I had always thought that my classmates at SUNY Oswego were almost the bottom of the barrel. Sure, I had a great deal of respect for a number of my classmates…but the majority of them struck me as the types who smoked too much pot, considered no one but themselves, and would eventually cause industry colleagues incessant grief because they had never opened their eyes enough in college. It wasn’t a great school, and it wasn’t because of the professors. But these days, even in Silicon Valley, I’m finding that it’s just the norm. Running into a highly-skilled, extremely pragmatic and considerate designer or developer is not only the exception to the rule…it’s pretty goddamn rare.

I often chastise myself for being a “jack of all trades, master of none.” Because, honestly, I’d love to be that guy people refer to when they want expert advice on a particular topic. But the truth of the matter is, unless you’re a wizened old guru-atop-the-mount, there’s little chance that being a “master” of a trade will make you well-rounded and always helpful.

So, I guess, there’s that.

Pump Up the Volume

Tuesday, April 15th, 2008