Monthly Archives: February 2010

Twizzle Me This

For those of you who might someday be members of international governing bodies of sporting events, a warning: Don’t mix art and sport. If this simple rule had been followed, we could have avoided the Ice Dancing Compulsory Program, an abortion of both art and sport, and an unfortunate black mark on human civilization.

The differentiator: Art is about originality and expression and creativity. Sports (and games in general) are about rules, and excelling within a system of rules (don’t touch the ball with your hands, don’t run without bouncing the ball–and football is just a vast collection of rules).

When you mix expression with a strict system of rules, you get the Olympic compulsory routine, in which ice dancers are given a map of specific dance steps to execute, and then they all do the exact same routine to the exact same music.

That makes for terrible television AND terrible art AND terrible sport.

Guitars on Film

Musicians, you gotta check out “It Might Get Loud,” a documentary featuring Jimmy Page, The Edge, and Jack White. Amazing movie about the history of the electric guitar, and the influences that shaped these great guitar players. They all tell their stories, and get in a room for chatting/jamming.

The interesting thing is that, to my ear, each of them kind of rose to prominence in defiance of the others. Early U2 was definitely a statement against the kind of gunslinging guitar playing that Led Zeppelin popularized (and which evolved into metal and prog-rock–an alternate reality to what U2 was doing).

The White Stripes were of course a statement against slick studio sounds and tightly crafted songs (of the sort that U2 had perfected in the late 80s and is still making today). Jack White seems to approach music as if the past 60 years of music history never happened. And, of course, Meg White drummed like the past 6,000 years of human history never happened.

Anyway, the stories and ideas of the three different guitar players are interspersed throughout the movie and make for a very compelling hour and forty minutes. They all pull out their first guitars, show some of the tweaks they’ve made to guitar bodies and electronics, and play some old demo tracks of their popular songs. And it’s fun to see Jimmy Page wail on a teardrop A-style mandolin.

The Last Lost

So, it seems the last season of Lost is based on a question: Would you rather be stranded in a jungle with locals that want to kill you and a murderous black smog, or live in L.A.?

I’ll answer that question with a question: Is there a difference?

Zing!