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John Hughes passed away yesterday.

Holy shit!

He was only 59!

Double shit!

“I can’t believe it. They fucking forgot my birthday!”

I am not embarrassed to admit that I have watched Sixteen Candles something like three zillion times. That’s a conservative estimate. And not just on-in-the-background watching, but with rapt attention. Just a perfect movie through and through.

I wished I had Farmer Ted’s confidence. He wasn’t really a farmer; he was just a geek who didn’t buy into his own geekness. And I bought into mine big-time. Farmer Ted talked a big game. Fake it ’til you make it, contrasting Samantha’s fear of going after the object of her amorous feelings — the to-die-for Jake Ryan.

Then there were the brothers, Bryce and Cliff, played by John Cusack and Darren Harris. Uber-geeky with their headsets and goggles, they’re Farmer Ted’s henchnerds, and they steal pretty much any scene they’re in.

Whatever happened to that John Cusack, anyway? He seemed to have some promise.

Anyway, I’m not here to analyze the movie or tell you about it. You know it rules. I know it rules. Let’s pay tribute to Mr. John Hughes by watching one of the best scenes right here:

Rest in peace, John Hughes. Thanks for one of my all-time favorite movies.

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Dropped like the Rock Of Boston

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Boston music fans and longtime residents received a jolt last week when it was announced that venerable rock station WBCN (104.1 FM) would, as of August 13, be no more.   In its place, Mix 94.5 would move to WBCN’s station address at 104.1 while 98.5 would become Boston’s first FM all sports talk station.

While most music fans, and surely many listeners from BCN’s “salad days”  (ie 70s and 80s), probably have not listened to the station for years (it did enjoy a brief boost in listenership when Howard Stern’s syndicated show replaced longtime BCN morning host, and FM radio legend Charles Laquidara’s Big Mattress show in the 90s), most folks I’ve spoken to in the Boston area displayed sadness of some sort.    Even though musically, in recent years WBCN seemed more like it was in 1997 rather than 2009, the station still had some aspects that drew people in (local music show Boston Emissions, re-energized by new host Angelle Wood, afternoon drive switched to morning drive DJs Toucher & Rich, etc) it is still sad time for  Boston and national radio.

Now it’s no secret that music industry has been hurting the last several years, and nowhere has that been more evident than the radio landscape.  Article after article and industry pundit after industry pundit point to the rise of iPods and mp3s and downloading and, of course, illegal file sharing/stealing have been pointed out as the cause of these issues.   I would argue that these things are less the cause of the downturn of radio than the effects of an industry that, long ago, lost touch with its cutomer base and has no idea what their customers want (hence the rise of the shock jock and the right wing talk show host – not that people don’t want these things, but controversy is the easiest thing to garner attention and sell… and controversy is what both groups deal almost exclusively with).

No, the modern problem with radio began with the telecommunications act of 1996, enacted under the Clinton Administration.  In that, the FCC (that is The Federal Communications Commision – that is the SOLE arbiter of our limited resources, the public airwaves, an APPOINTED, not elected body I might add), removed all the limits that had been put into place nearly 70 years earlier to the amount of radio stations any one entity could own in one geographical area.  Similar laws exist to restrict ownership of television stations and newspapers as well.   These laws were enacted to make sure media moguls such as William Randolph Hearst or, more relevant to today, Rupert Murdoch wouldn’t have a monopoly on (and therefore strict control of ) the media in one geographical location as this was viewed to be a dangerous thing.

But the argument went, with so many networks and media outlets today, that this was no longer a concern, and so media monopolies were no longer an issue.   So what happened?   Well, immediately a few companies, most notably Clear Channel, went on buying sprees and created networks of hundreds or thousands of radio stations owned by a single corporate entity (here I will note that both 98.5 and wbcn have been owned by CBS Radio for sometime).

“Coincidentally”  (or, uh, not) around the late 90s is when radio playlists, for all kinds of music, started to change from a period when a wide variety of songs/artists/playlists to a very structured, narrow one.   Ever notice how, whatever the genre of a station – though it’s particularly noticeable on the oldies stations – that you can hear the same 10-15 songs over and over again in the course of a week or so?    On Top 40 stations, or those that purport to traffic in “new” musics, this is less noticeable as we all have become used to the hit songs being beaten into the ground.   But on oldies stations this issues becomes easier to notice simply because there are soooo many oldies to play, no matter if it’s country, rock, jazz, skiffle, whatever (ok, maybe not so much skiffle), that one could easily play the hits from the past and not have a repeat for weeks.

I bring all this up because there was an article in yesterday’s Boston Globe lamenting the loss of WBCN as a boston institution, which is very true.  Signing on in 1968, WBCN was one of the original FM rock stations that showed that both rock music AND stations on the FM radio band could be viable, popular and profitable.   It started out as free form radio a.  J. Geils Band lead singer Peter Wolf was an early DJ (before joining the band).   The station helped break new bands in the states (both the Police and U2 had Boston as their first US tour date and were both heavily promoted by WBCN – as any recent listener heard the station trumpet ad nauseum in recent years).

The problem with the article, who’s focus is that young folks today do not look to radio for new music, is that it says that iPods and downloading, and that people finding new music from the internet, from blogs and podcasts, is the CAUSE of this phenomema.    I would argue that this is not the case at all.   The internet is not the cause of radio no longer being the main introduction to new music and artists.

Back in the late 90s, in the shadow of that telecommuncations act, file compression technology – ie, the ability to shrink the size of a music file without great loss in sound quality (CDs can hold over 700mb of data, but that still only translates to a little more than an hour of recorded music without compression) – combined with most internet connections being only of dial-up speeds made file sharing and digital music files on computers little more than a pipedream.    Yet this was also the time the consolidation of radio stations began in earnest.

Through out the 1980s, WFNX (101.7) was the new modern rock music kid on the scene in Boston and, much like BCN 12 years earlier, was considered a major innovator and taste maker – with a national influence as well as local.  While BCN had come of age in the classic rock era, and played a role in making much of what is considered classic rock classic, FNX came of age in the second, or new wave, of british invaders.   They were one of the first stations nationally to regularly play the Sex Pistols, The Smiths, The Cure, Bauhaus, and a host of other (at the time) modern rock artists.

But in the late 90s and early 2000s, as consolidation continued, the FNX and BCN playlists got closer and closer together.   Both stations played Incubus and Staind and Radiohead.   The differences would be in the “classics” they would play (when they played them).   BCN would occassionally play some Hendrix or Zeppelin, while FNX would occasionally play Morrisey or New Order.

Since Radiohead, name 4 acts that have become huge on a body of work (ie, not one or two songs or records… and not bands that have huge hits that seem to annoy nearly everyone and then dissappear after a few years – you know, Limp Bizkit, Korn, Creed, Nickleback, etc).

You can’t, can you?   And the Flaming Lips do not count.  Why?  Because outside of circles of folks who are obsessed with modern rock/pop music, I’ve found many folks who have still never heard of the Flaming Lips and are surprised at the name.   As a kid, my dad hated rock and liked jazz, and my ma listened to “beautiful music stations” – so I never heard what most folks grew up with as classic rock… yet I still had heard of Led Zeppelin and Hendrix and CCR and The Doors.   Only Radiohead seems to have that sort of cache today.

Is it any coincidence that since the consolidation of radio both no new artists of substance have emerged (Radiohead snuck in just under the wire and, as much as I like them, I think they are slightly more critically praised than they would have otherwise been because of the hunger for newer, relevent and innovative artists)?

I think not.  Disgraced former NY Governor Eliot Spitzer was the NY Attorney General before he was governor.  And many musicians and music fans knew of him because he helped break up what had become a modern payola scheme in the radio industry, and it was consolidation that made it possible.

These corporate conglomerate owners, with 1000s of stations under their control, began to run them like they would run any retail franchise….  like the product list for sale at a Best Buy, or  a Wendy’s menu, they established their “menus” (ie, radio station playlists) at their corporate headquarters and sent the same playlists for each radio format/genre to the stations they owned.   Hence the oldies stations playing the same pool of maybe 100 songs seemingly over and over and over again.

This left no room for DJs to program their shows, to play the hot new tracks they heard from some record they’d just purchased or some tip they got from a counterpart elsewhere in the country, or europe, or from college radio.   It also left no more room for regional hits, which could often expand to become national hits.

Additionally, little “consulting” firms sprung up, in which the people in these firms had contacts high up in companies like Clear Channel.  If a record company wanted to promote a new artist’s song, or even a new song from an established artist, it had to go to one of these consulting firms and pay them a substantial amount of money to have the firm “exert its influence” over the corporate station owners to add a song to a playlist.

This would be the payola scheme that Spitzer was in the forefront of prosecuting.   Record companies testified that they had to pay a million dollars in most cases to get a single song on national playlists.   Even in this day and age of 700 billion dollar corporate bailouts, one million a song will seriously cut down on the amount of songs that, regardless of the quality of the song, have a chance to become a hit.

And yet some records still sneak in somehow.    Though it still seems far fetched today, it seems less far fetched than in 2000, that a record of old time bluegrass and southern spirituals could sell millions of copies, but that’s exactly what the soundtrack to the Coen Brother’s 2000 film “Oh Brother Where Art Thou” did back in 2001.

People crave music, new music, real music.   More than teenagers listen to and enjoy music, yet most music today is clearly packaged and marketed to teenagers.    For something of substance, something in which the make up artist and the wardrobe assistant don’t even exists, let alone share equal importance with the producers and songwriters, one generally has to hunt to find music.   The internet provides tons of it.  And there is a ton of good stuff.   But as always, there’s more terrible stuff than good stuff.

Clearly, in the age of google, the internet is NOT a filter of information.  This was the role radio played.  It tossed songs up against the wall for us to check out and then decide if we liked or not.   Now we actively search, and we search in a much more fragmented world.   It’s not many people’s jobs to tell the world of new great music these days.  And those few who do, tend to be bottomline business folk and not music fans.

And this is the opportunity I believe CBS Radio and the rest of the WBCN braintrust, in their decision to turn the station into an all-sports talk station, are missing.    I admit I am a sports fan, and I do love football and the Patriots (who’s games WBCN has carried for the last several years) HOWEVER, in this era of 24 hour news cycles and 24 hour sports channels that are devoted to a single sport, I believe we have reached over saturation.   Yes, in difficult economic times many folks turn to entertainment, of which sports is a very prominent member, to get them through.   But this sports era is very different than previous sports eras during economic hardship.  This is the first one to deal with petulant players whinning over how the millions they receive are not enough, and boldly act like prima donnas in the process.   Team owners regularly fleece their home cities for tax breaks, and handouts of public funds to build bigger stadiums to give billionaires even more profit sources.

The new Yankees stadium has, in recent months, been found to have secretly used public funds to help build while charging initially over $2,000 a seat for prime seats.   As a result, one of the big stories early in the baseball season was the amount of empty seats at Yankees games in the new stadium – empty seats for a team that throughout its history has been the singularly most popular american sports franchise kind of says it all, no?   Sure the team reduced those $2k seat prices by half, but they were still reportedly over $1200 a seat.

It is into this climate, which if the economy gets any worse I think a serious pro-sports price gouging backlash could occur, that CBS Radio is beginning yet another sports station in an already over saturated with sports culture.

They *could* have taken a chance and had WBCN make its own, less tightly regulated, program list.  I believe it would be no riskier than the sports talk station, and yet they would be able to revive their “innovative” reputation and, if it were run the right way and given time to find its legs, could grow into something new and money making.

The reason those Mike FM stations are popular is NOT because of the lack of DJs, but rather because they play a wide variety of music.  Most people who like music like a wide variety, yet companies niche market and narrow playlists to death because of this.

And now the Boston Radio Landscape has been niche marketed to the death of a Boston Institution.  Even if we hadn’t really listened to the station for years, it’s loss is a loss for all of us.

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Hold on to your lederhosen Science fans, our favorite lo fi trash hero, Joshe Henry, is headed back east. In addition to the announcement of his return Joshe has also just announced the pre-production of his 45th (yes, this is true) album last week, the crassly titled “69 Ways to F**k a Redneck Girl” (I did that ** thing so as not to break my parent’s heart…more). Not that you would have known about it, unless you read his website, which you probably don’t, because it has only been back up for exactly one week yesterday.

The artist in his natural habitat

The artist in his natural habitat

His last album, “The Double Eye Patch”, one of three 2008 releases, dropped to an absence of fanfare and a presence of relief from Henry himself.  Despite this relief Henry visually bristles at the mention of the omission of his work by the creators of the iTunes “Outsider Music” play list. His eye twitches and he lets out a long sigh as he muses that ironically this act of disregard technically makes him even more “outsider” than the artists who’ve made the list. In Apple’s defense out of his 400 song strong (plus) catalog he only manages to have one song on iTunes, the unsteady “Elephant” warbled in Henry’s signature strained vocals. The song was chosen to be on Big Heavy World’s Pop Pie compilation on Burlington VT artists in 1999. It was the compilation, not Henry himself, which wandered onto the digital catalog. In this way Joshe Henry is in a situation he has found himself in quite frequently over his 32 years, he is somewhere purely by accident.

Being undiscovered after more than 18 years of recording otherwise doesn’t generally seem to bother Henry. In listening to his early work you might think he wants to largely remain unknown, the albums are confessional, silly even aggressive and might play out emotionally as if someone were reading aloud from an embarrassing 7th grade diary, reciting back old jokes only funny to a 12 year old boy.

Henry only has about 50 fans on myspace yet he has an unprecedented 10 pages of google search results. At his Austin, Texas home Joshe Henry sits in limbo, no critically acclaimed rock star to latch onto his vast body of work, like Beck to Gary Wilson or Kurt Cobain to Daniel Johnston, he wades in the kiddie pool of quirk dolefully alone.

Joshe began distributing his home-recorded albums much in the fashion of Johnston back in 1994. To those who don’t have the privilege of getting hand burned copies suffice to say they come so quickly one after another, like a quarterly magazine subscription. One has barely time to digest one before another one appears in the mailbox. He records most sitting cross-legged on his living room floor shouting into a 4 track recorder, playing every track on his album and mixing them on the same said 4 track – considering this it’s amazing half of his songs are even intelligible. And with each new year Henry’s albums turn more serious, darker and introspective. And along with the more serious subject matter the instrumentation and song writing also seems to have come thousands of miles since his 1991 self titled album.

Here is a truly self taught musician. Borrowing from Joe Meek ambient experimental and the trashiness of modern pop songwriting, here is a musician who learned not by studying his scales and arpeggios but through repeated experimentation and lots of failure…how does one learn to do what Joshe Henry does? This brutally sincere trash rock? He isn’t a goofy talentless hack, nor is he insincere, technicality aside he truly is a musician’s musician, he lives for his art. You don’t have to like what he creates, few do, but you have to admire his tenacity.

Brenda’s favorite? Check out a more recent track whose title will pull at the heartstrings of anyone who has been in the industry enough to have felt deep feelings of soul crushing rejection, “When I Get Drunk”. Pour out a PBR on the stoop, and keep those angels from crying…

Enjoy a sampletizer of tunes at his newly relaunched website.

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Sometimes politics is just too funny.  Like, remember when Dick Cheney countered Barack Obama’s assertion that enhanced interrogation techniques made us less safe by accusing him of “phony moralizing?” Ha!  Or when the Senate passed legislation that would rein in credit card rate increases and excessive fees, a move which arguably ushers us into a new era of credit card reform? A gas!

But for real, once in a while, the soulless shells of human beings that walk our halls of power make funny.

I vote that we hire this hero, Douglas Wilder, to engage in a to-the-death speak-off with another hero, John Moschitta.  Doug, you may have displayed your patriotism through enhanced congressional testimony, but John is actually carrying an aircraft carrier.  Who’s the patriot now?

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Boston.com is reporting that two young brothers from Lowell, MA, who became sick after a trip to Mexico have tested positive for – wait for it – swine flu. The reader comments, of course, are totally unsympathetic, and some are flat-out mean. Here are some highlights:

“WHAT WERE THEY DOING IN MEXICO?”

“It’s all George Bush’s fault….”

“Maybe they should have thought twice about taking that seemingly fun ‘pig ride’…”

“Ewww, those JERKS! Get them out of here!”

“Why in the hell would they go to Mexico makes no sense…unless they were visiting ‘daddy'”

“unbeliavable!! no cases in New England…but this lady has to bring her 2 scummy kids home to Lowell with it…Gee, thanks. they havent been to school so the disease is contained right? What about all the doornobs they touched at the airport the cab they coughed in on the way home!!!”

Wow.

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The first time I ever cursed in front of either of my parents was December 23, 2008. Yes, you’re reading that correctly – three months ago. Oh and I’m almost 30 years old (I know it’s weird, right?). The scene: I was on the road coming home for Christmas when my phone rang. It was my dad, and he had utterly tragic news: “the Yankees got Teixeira.” With my head in a tizzy, I shouted “NO SHIT!?” putting equal emphasis on “NO” and “SHIT” in a cadence similar to Elaine’s “GET OUT!” from Seinfeld. Immediately I found myself apologizing, before making the realization that I was not a third grader and being very ridiculous. 

So when my dad added me on Facebook last week it should come as no surprise that I overreacted, scrolling and clicking furiously to purge my profile of any shred of damning evidence that might one day be used against me. I was finally able to relax a bit after deleting a photo album labeled “Tulsa Meth Binge ’06.” This, it turns out, was no isolated incident. Just a few days ago, Sophie, senior correspondent, the Limits of Science, was “friended” by her dad (though her reaction, she claims, was not “all spazzy” like mine). 

Are we witnessing the start of a national trend? Totally, says the website Inside Facebook. Today they reported that in the last 60 days alone the number of Facebook users over 35 has nearly doubled. If you don’t believe me, take a look at that fancy pie chart at the top of this post (pie charts are incapable of lying) or read the report.

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Jay Leno had a Very Special Guest last night, someone that many people perhaps hadn’t had the option to see in this type of environment before. And that Guest did not squander the opportunity, no doubt winning some converts along the way. Maybe myself included.

But before Garth Brooks, Leno spent several segments talking to President Barack Obama.

It’s rare that a sitting U. S. President makes a prime time television appearance (States of the Union and other addresses notwithstanding), and it marked the first time the President had appeared on the Tonight Show. The New York Times referred to it as “a fireside chat for the flat screen age,” a very apt description.

I thought it was a great way for the President to show confidence and an ability to laugh at oneself amidst an incredible crisis. He was smart and engaged, self-mocking at times (“Oh, that was a campaign promise” he joked when asked when the puppy was going to arrive at the White House) and at the same time showed a brave and capable face to the people. It’s easy to do that when you’re vying for the office, but two months into that job and in the red from the get-go?

This kind of thing will go a long way toward making the American people feel better that the recession, while crippling the nation and continuing to lay waste to everything in its path, will be quelled soon. Perhaps not soon enough, but before things turn really sour.

But no huge ship on a wrong course can be righted quickly; no system as complicated as the world- or national- economic system can be corrected immediately with drastic, reactive steps. It takes time for smaller changes to ripple through the system without throwing it further askew and imperiling the troubled system more. Now, I’m no financial wizard by any stretch — it’s just that in any complicated system (economic, weather, etc) minor alterations can effect major change down the line, and not always with any immediacy or real predictability. In chaos theory this concept is known as sensitive dependence on initial conditions, or colloquially as the butterfly effect.

In the meantime, just keep reading TLOS and check out some new Fünf releases

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