Brief Explanation For Silence
I’ve not been around much the last few days, because a new symptom in my ongoing health problems has turned up – my left eyeball keeps spasming (as well as me having a nervous tic in my left eyelid). This has made it near-impossible to concentrate on writing.
I hope to have the next part of my long-delayed How We Know What We Know series up tonight or tomorrow, a Doctor Who post in the next couple of days, and a Beach Boys one, but it all depends on my health.
I hope, in general, to get this blog back on track more, with longer essays again rather than the brief hit-and-run pieces I’ve done recently. The new Doctor Who book will hopefully appeal to those who liked An Incomprehensible Condition and Sci-Ence!, but I need to get a handle on it.
Quick Question about Thought Bubble Convention
I’m going to be attending the Thought Bubble Comic Convention on the 19th and 20th – as an exhibitor. I, along with The Beast Must Die and Illogical Volume, will be representing The Mindless Ones on a stall, where we’ll be selling TBMD’s comics and my books, and where you can touch Illogical Volume’s head.
The question is, how many books should I bring along? I’ll be selling Sci-Ence! Justice Leak! and An Incomprehensible Condition, and I’m going to be ordering the copies to sell today. Obviously, every copy I don’t sell costs me money and takes up space in my house, so I don’t want to order vastly more than I can sell. I’ll need to sell six to break even on my part of the cost of the table, but I’ve no idea if I’ll even sell that – on the other hand, there might be huge demand.
Any ideas on a rough number I should order? Anyone else going to Thought Bubble?
(Proper update later today – I plan to get a short story up tonight if I can finish it, a Doctor Who post up tomorrow, a Beach Boys post on Monday, and something about Cerebus up early next week)
Recycled Vinyl Blues
Just one of those things you think about, and want to get it out somewhere… did you know that the current ever-more-restrictive copyright laws can be traced back to the Yom Kippur War?
Let me explain:
In 1973, as a result of the US support for Israel in the Yom Kippur War, the Arab members of OPEC decided to embargo the US, as well as raising the price of oil to their other customers. This caused the price of oil to quadruple.
Vinyl, from which records are made, is made of oil.
This meant that drastic measures had to be taken by the record companies, including recycling old records to make new ones, as sung about here:
The other major change that was made was making the records much thinner. If you compare a record pressed before 1973 to one after, the difference is huge. I’ve had turntables that can play, say, my copy of Modern Sounds In Country & Western Music Vol 1 by Ray Charles with no problem, but where the tone arm just skids across Parallel Lines by Blondie because the grooves aren’t deep enough for the stylus to settle into.
This made a big difference to the sound quality of records – there’s a reason why new vinyl is often advertised as 180gm. The thicker the record, the deeper you can cut the grooves. The deeper the grooves can be cut, the more dynamic range can be put into the sound. The music is also louder, and scratches affect it less.
This meant that when the CD was invented in the early 80s, it solved two problems. Firstly, it was made out of less plastic, and so was cheaper to produce (once retooling of factories and so on had been covered), and secondly it sounded better than vinyl. Not better than proper, heavy, good vinyl, but better than the flimsy toys that were being produced by then. This is why the CD caught on.
But this led to several problems:
Firstly, the record companies suddenly found they were making most money not from developing new artists but from re-selling the same records to people who’d already bought them once, with ‘better’ sound (and later with bonus tracks and so on).
Secondly, the music was now in a digital format – which in the 80s and 90s didn’t make it easier to copy…
But come the 2000s, and these two things both cause a crisis for the music industry. On the one hand, all those lucrative records they’re selling to the Baby Boomers for the umpteenth time are going to start going out of copyright (if the EU hadn’t changed the rules this year, the Beatles’ records would have started entering the public domain next year. Most of Elvis’ bigger hits are already public domain in the UK). On the other hand, all the younger people – anyone forty or under – they’ve not bothered with for twenty-five years can suddenly share music on file-sharing services, because it’s all released in handy ready-to-rip digital format.
So there you go – the new, more restrictive copyright laws we’ve been seeing for the last decade are a direct result of the Yom Kippur War. Makes you wonder what completely unpredictable consequences we might see from events happening now. Maybe in fifty years someone will be writing “the invention of the time machine in 2055 was a direct result of the resignation of Liam Fox as defence secretary”?
Smile Sessions – A Considered Review
I *will*, as promised, have some non-Smile material up here later today, but I realised I’d never posted a considered view of The Smile Sessions, just my linkblog.
For disc one, which is what most casual listeners will care about, Mark Linett and Alan Boyd had to reconcile two irreconcilable objectives. Firstly, they had to make an album that was listenable to the people who would be buying just the one- or two-disc sets and expecting a great Beach Boys album. Second, they had to follow the template laid down by Brian Wilson Presents Smile, Brian Wilson’s 2004 re-recording.
This is problematic because Brian Wilson Presents Smile was much longer than an actual 1960s album would have been, and contained a lot of material that was never recorded in the 1960s. It had lead vocals on six songs – a third of the album – that never had vocals recorded in any form when Smile was originally recorded. It also had newly-composed linking material to segue between the more fragmentary tracks.
My own choice would have been to make a much tighter, ten or twelve-track, album for disc one, and not follow Wilson’s sequence at all. I’d probably have chosen a tracklist something like:
Our Prayer
Heroes & Villains
The Old Master Painter/You Are My Sunshine
CabinEssence
Wonderful
Child Is Father Of The Man
Surf’s Up
Vegetables
Wind Chimes
Fire
Love To Say DaDa
Good Vibrations
Everything else I would have made a bonus track – still available, still on the CD, but not part of the sequenced listening experience for the casual fan.
But I can see why they chose this route – the 2004 line-up is the closest thing to an actual finished Smile there can ever be, and was signed off on by Brian Wilson and Van Dyke Parks. Especially given Parks’ understandable refusal to be involved in this box set, that’s as good as you’re going to get.
And given those two conflicting choices, Linett and Boyd have done a remarkable job. By flying in bits of vocals from demos, or in some cases from other songs (the ‘child’ vocals added to Look from Child Is Father Of The Man and the vocals from the Smiley Smile version of Wind Chimes and Fall Breaks And Back To Winter), they have made these pieces sound far more finished than they ever have before.
It will still, frankly, be a bit of a slog for the typical non-fan listener to get through the third movement – always the weakest and least coherent, and far scrappier than the first two – but they’ve done a remarkably good job.
As for the music itself… Smile has five songs (Good Vibrations, Heroes & Villains, Cabinessence, Wonderful and Surf’s Up) which are the equal of any music ever made. It’s not hyperbole to place them with the best of Bach, or Stravinsky, or the Beatles or Duke Ellington. There are a couple of utterly lovely little mini-tracks too – You Are My Sunshine and Our Prayer – and Fire, which is not *quite* up to the level of those five, but is still a stunningly impressive piece of music.
The rest of the album can be split roughly into silly fun songs like Vegetables and Holidays and backing tracks that hint at greatness but are clearly unfinished (Do You Like Worms, Child Is Father Of The Man).
Possibly the best way to explain this is to compare it to the Beatles’ Abbey Road – a similar combination of repeated themes and motifs, big experimental pieces, and small silly fragments. Imagine if side one of Abbey Road was pretty much complete except for the vocals on I Want You, but the long medley on side two had never been completed, and had been reconstructed with Lennon’s demos for his songs, an instrumental version of Golden Slumbers/Carry That Weight/The End, and the live version of You Never Give Me Your Money where McCartney pretends to forget the words – and none of George Martin’s orchestrations had been recorded.
If you stack this semi-completed Smile up against something like that, it emerges far and away the better listening experience, and its high points, with the pristine Beach Boys voices of 1966 and 1967, are as beautiful as anything I’ve ever heard, but it’s not a finished album and really can’t be reviewed as such.
The sessions recordings that make up the rest of the box set are invaluable for anyone who is interested in the way music is made. Hearing Wilson guide the musicians and singers through take after take, subtly altering the music each time, and hearing the isolated parts, is a wonderful education. The bulk of that material had been available before on bootlegs, but never in sound quality anything like as good as this. Linett and Boyd have also done a great job of editing out the longeurs while still preserving the essence of the sessions – nobody really needs ten minutes of tuning, but it can be instructive to hear Wilson explain to Jim Gordon or Hal Blaine how to change their snare drum pattern. We get the latter, but not the former.
On sound quality – there have been some complaints on various message boards about some fairly minor problems with the sound (an increase in hiss on the choruses on Cabinessence, a click in Heroes & Villains, an electronic whine in Love To Say DaDa). I don’t want to dismiss these problems – they could affect some people’s listening experience – but most of them are *incredibly* minor, and won’t be audible to people listening on normal equipment with normal ears. I still can’t hear some of them, even knowing what I’m listening for (though I don’t have wonderful hearing).
The ones I can hear, though, are all on the original recordings, not things that have been newly introduced for this release. 1960s recordings were far noisier, and far more likely to contain bad edits, tape hiss, and background noises than anything recorded in the last couple of decades. Given that Linett and Boyd were working with materials of hugely varying quality, ranging from at one end professionally-recorded multitracks in good condition, to at the other rough mixes that had been mixed down to acetate and then left in people’s garages for decades, the overall quality is nothing short of miraculous.
The packaging for the box set is extraordinary, too – a beautiful box, with a 3D die-cut version of Frank Holmes’ original artwork, a double vinyl album in a reproduction of the original sleeve from the 60s, a copy of the photo booklet that would have been included with the original album, a sixty-page hardback book with interviews with almost everyone involved (no interviews with Parks or the session musicians, but everyone else, down to Brian Wilson’s ex-sister-in-law) and a complete sessionography detailing who played on what and which bits were used for the finished tracks.
The very nature of this project makes it hard to rate – the full 5-CD, 2-album, 2-single box is not something anyone but the most obsessive fan or scholar will ever want. But anyone who *does* want something like this will *really* want it.
The single or double CD sets should probably get, on an objective rating, four out of five stars for a casual listener – it contains some of the best music ever made, but it’s necessarily fragmented. Brian Wilson’s 2004 reconstruction, by comparison, would get a clear five on that basis.
But for collectors, Beach Boys obsessives, and anyone interested in the making of music, the box set is a clear five-star, best-release-of-the-year slab of pure joy. It sets a new standard for what an archival release should be, just as the best music on it set a new standard for what pop music should be.
Linkblogging For 02/11/11
First, a quick apology – I’ve been too unwell to check my email since Monday, so I owe a few people emails. I’ll try to reply soon. (Also, Diaspora’s playing up for me and not letting me post).
Those who like my linkblogs might want to know that I’m currently, while waiting for a Google Reader replacement, bookmarking stuff on delicious. I’m saving a lot more stuff there than I link here, and my old Google Reader rule applies – I don’t endorse most of it, it’s as likely to be something I found infuriatingly wrong as something I find correct.
Anyway, here’s some of the things I’ve saved there that people might be interested in:
Leonard Pierce has a new book out. Leonard’s one of the finest writers out there, and one of the few editors ever to ask me to write anything, so you should buy this.
In other book news, The Book People have the six Doctor Who Target reissues as a pack for six quid. I got mine in the post today.
Part one of a ten-part Youtube series on Smile
Adam Curtis on Marcuse and Nigel Kneale
Why Occupy Wall Street is conservative
Tomorrow I’ll have some more content that isn’t about Smile.


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