School Rocks

Recently, school (in chic lowercase) played their first show, filling the living room of a gorgeous old house in Caroll Gardens. The band has been working hard to master songwriter Monroe Street’s exacting avant-garde pop compositions. Their efforts were well spent: school promises great things.

Tiny paper lanterns, strings of christmas lights, and an audience in plaids and prints established the cosy Brooklyn bona fides. Bard alumni reconnected, and the rest of us introduced ourselves, as a reggae LP spun in the corner. “The Joy of Pickling” watched from the bookshelf.

school rocks out

After a sheepish introduction from a man in a high white mask, we were off. Immediately Street’s guitar sounded like it was in several places at once. He wore it high against his chest, and bent his neck in concentration as he played, bobbing the mask up and down. Ringing and beautiful, the sound hopelessly overpowered vocals from Emma Grace Skove, who had the thankless task of finding a way to sway her hips to an ever shifting beat. She hung in gamely.

Emma Alabaster on bass and Zach Dunham on thrillingly spastic drums held together beautifully. Cracking, stuttering rhythms built to intricate epiphanies, the band cutting out and surging back in. The music school makes is difficult, no question. It’s full of dissonance and shifting tempos. When they come, though, the urgent, emotional climaxes feel as visceral as any blockbuster’s.

street, skove, and the joy of pickling

I’d love to hear cleaner studio versions of these songs, and those lyrics that got buried, but even raw, school delivered a lot of powerful sound. It’s music you can get lost in. They’re touring this summer, so keep an eye out. And bookmark their myspace, because they’re just about ungooglable.

Leave a comment

Filed under music, performance

Monae (That’s What I Want)

I played “Tightrope” on the show today. I didn’t realize there was a video. This is the best thing ever. (Please remember those four arrows at the bottom right make a video fullscreen.)

I adore how she moves. I first heard Janelle Monae on Studio 360; she performed on their live episode dedicated to time travel. She is crazy cool.

The ArchAndroid is out May 18th.

Leave a comment

Filed under music, radio, the show

Boobquake

You may have heard that Iranian cleric Hojatoleslam Kazem Sedighi blamed recent seismic activity on “women who do not dress modestly.” In an effort to test this claim, there will be a small experiment conducted Monday. Jen McCreight, and tens of thousands of fans, will wear revealing clothes and see if the earth moves.

Jen announced her intentions on her blog less than a week ago, inviting women to “join me and embrace the supposed supernatural power of their breasts. Or short shorts, if that’s your preferred form of immodesty.” Today the Facebook event is enormous and Boobquake has made it to CNN.com. There are t-shirts. Proceeds benefit charity. And the best part? In the photo of her that’s been appearing on all the news sites, Jen is wearing the XKCD shirt that reads, “Stand back, I’m going to try SCIENCE!”

Just a heads up.

Leave a comment

Filed under skepticism

Stay Tuned

This Monday, David Aguasca joins me in the studio for a new segment we’re calling Songs To Fight Bears To. Learn about David’s many adventures, and why he is a very cool person, at his blog Stuff David Does, and don’t miss (what I’m assuming will be) his radio debut!

A little farther out, nuzzled somewhere in between finals and the start of summer touring, both Sons of an Illustrious Father and The Tattle Tales will be on the show. There’s even a chance that one or both of them will break in the station’s brand new performance studio and make some magic on the air. Dates will be posted as they’re finalized.

Click on those links and show these bands some love. Keep inviting people to listen, read, friend, follow, and comment, and write me if you want to be on the show. There are plenty of Mondays to go around.

Leave a comment

Filed under music, radio, the show

Infoviz Art

I went for the naked people, and they didn’t disapoint: The Artist is Present, the big-deal performace art retrospective at MoMA through May 31, is well worth the trip. A few of Marina Abramović’s pieces broke through my instinctive skepticism, doing wierd and entrancing things to the passing of time. A few didn’t, but were interesting enough anyway. See it for yourself.

On our way out, my friend and I found ourselves in front of a big screen filled with bobbing pink baloons. Each represented a real profile pulled from a dating website; touching the screen sorted them by age, sex, opening and closing lines, ideal first dates. You were invited to explore the swirling shapes, wondering about the people on the other side, or try your hand at avatar matchmaking.

Around the corner were other examples of “infoviz” art, creative representaions of real world data. Carefully planned and yet largely out of the artist’s control, data mining and information visualization is fertile ground. Edits to Wikipedia entries, airplane and taxi traffic, and computers pondering chess moves translate surprisingly well to museum walls.

Every morning, planes take off in a wave that rolls across the country with the rising sun. Rendered in glowing white against blank black in a looping video, this looks like fireworks, or anemone orgasms. Wonder about all those journeys and destinations; watch the cycles, like breaths. The sensual and cerebral layer deliciously.

Explore more artist/data collaborations in this Slate slideshow. Don’t miss the massive and engrossing piece on break-ups, or the eerie Radiohead music video. Of course, most data visualization doesn’t get labeled fine art, but it can be as fascinating and moving as anything in a museum: check out some of the best here and here.

Leave a comment

Filed under beauty, storytelling, technology

Year of the Tiger visits TJN

Last week This Joyful Noise had its first on air guest, the fabulous bassist and singer and composer Emma Alabaster. We talked for the better part of the hour, and to anyone who missed it (is that everyone? that’s everyone, right?), I will try my best to get a copy. They’re telling me that won’t happen, but asking a few more times can’t hurt.

This week, I am proud to announce, we will be hearing the music of Year of the Tiger. Henry Ivry and Sable Young will be visiting the studio, where we will again test whether years of listening to Terry Gross actually qualifies someone to conduct a radio interview.

Here’s hoping. Nothing fell apart last time, unless you count that moment I left the mics on and wondered out loud why we didn’t hear the music (hint: it was because I left the mics on), which we just won’t.

Listen up, tomorrow (Monday) from two to three, WHCR 90.3 FM New York, and streaming live.

Leave a comment

Filed under music, radio, the show

Symphony of Science

Carl Sagan was a treasure and an inspiration. Autotune is more of a mixed bag. What happens when they join forces to remind us of the beauty and possibility of our moment in this universe?

Catchy, ain’t it? Get your daily dose of perspective and grace at Symphony of Science. Let John Boswell’s project remind you, as Sagan says, “how lucky we are to live in this time: the first moment in human history when we are in fact visiting other worlds.”

Leave a comment

Filed under beauty, memory, music, science, skepticism, wild speculation

Update on Ground Zero

I wrote a massive email today to a friend in India, catching her up on about a year’s worth of news. I was tapping it out on an iPod touch while doing errands all around town (Russ & Daughters was all out of the super special matzoh), and at one point I walked past the World Trade Center site. I work nearby, but I haven’t actually seen it in a long time.

One World Trade Center has been going up for a while, but it’s massive now! Wow. It must be fifteen, twenty stories tall already, towering over what is now a field of white cranes. They look like a herd of bleached sauropod spines. Bridges that used to look down into the pit are now dwarfed by the red girders; “Yankees #1!” is scrawled across the thickest horizontal.

I share this because after writing for six hours, you want something to show for it, something that can be shared with more than one person. Curse you, intimate details, sprinkled indiscriminately throughout this masterpiece of heartfelt correspondence!

Also: have you seen that building recently? I know it’s been a long time coming, but still. We don’t have a gaping hole in the ground anymore. Quite a feeling.

Leave a comment

Filed under memory, new york city, terrorism, writing

Opposite of Adults

The excellent music blog Pretty Much Amazing serves up a lot of clever, fun songs (Santogold and M.I.A. and Major Lazer!), but trendy music rarely has much staying power.

Rapping over a sample of “Kids” by MGMT—that impossibly catchy song you heard at every hipster dance party last summer— sounds like a recipie for just this kind of disposable amusement. Instead, “Opposite of Adults” by Chiddy Bang, which I found on PMA last week, is something I’ll be happily listening to ten years from now. It reminds me of Big Jaz or A Tribe Called Quest, that laid back, big hearted sound that never seems to get old.

Hip hop is brilliant at capturing and evoking nostalgia; see “It’s That Simple,” “T.R.O.Y.,” “Empire State of Mind,” “Concrete Schoolyard,” “A Wrinkle In Time,” and “The Art of Storytellin’ Pt. I.” That crashing hi-hat feels as joyous and innocent as we incorrectly remember childhood being.

So add this to your back in the day playlist. Click to stream, right-click to download.

Leave a comment

Filed under memory, music

David Byrne: Still Awesome

David Byrne, of the Talking Heads, has always been part of my life. The wacky, sunny pop on “Little Creatures” perfectly captures my dad and his irepressible optimism; that album was in heavy rotation while I was growing up. Among my peers, “Psycho Killer” became first a codeword for cool and later a karaoke staple. “This Must Be The Place (Naive Melody)” must be on every love-drunk mixtape I’ve ever made. And last year I actually saw the big suit. In person.

Now the patron saint of urban biking, Byrne’s continued to make fantastic music, working with Dizzee Rascal and The Dirty Projectors and Brian Eno. It’s possible the guy is as hip as one man can be.

Byrne’s new project is a collaboration with Norman Cook, better known as Fatboy Slim. It’s a dancey concept album about Imelda Marcos, the former first lady of the Phillipines. Santogold, Cindy Lauper, Tori Amos, and just about everyone else is contributing vocals. If all that’s not enough, it sounds amazing.

Here Lies Love comes out April 6. Pick it up.

Leave a comment

Filed under music

Broadcast Journalism 101

Ever watch the news and think, where have I seen this before? BBC 4 shows us how it’s done.

I have to agree with those randomly selected strangers: I really don’t care what randomly selected strangers think.

2 Comments

Filed under storytelling

The Voices In Your Head

First, some background. Synesthesia is a surprisingly common condition that causes two different sensory pathways to interact in unusual ways. Synesthetes may perceive letters as having dedicated colors, or numbers as having personalities. Read more here. Vilayanur S. Ramachandran is a neurologist: a doctor, a researcher, and an occasional Radiolab guest. Listen to him explain how he performed the first ever phantom-limb “amputation” here.

John Colapinto, in New Yorker profile of Ramachandran last May, found him speculating about the nature of creativity:

The most common synesthesia is number-color. Ramachandran believed it was not coincidental that the fusiform gyrus, where number shapes are processed in the brain, lies next to the area where colors are processed. He suspected that a cross-wiring in the brain, similar to that in phantom-limb patients, was responsible. Brain scans confirmed his hunch: in synesthetes, there are excess neural connections between the two brain centers. This suggested to Ramachandran that the syndrome arises from a defect in the gene responsible for pruning away the neural fibres that connect the various centers of the brain as it develops early in life. “What do artists, poets, and novelists have in common?” Ramachandran asked me. “The propensity to link seemingly unrelated things. It’s called metaphor. So what I’m arguing is, if the same gene, instead of being expressed only in the fusiform gyrus, is expressed diffusely throughout the brain, you’ve got a greater propensity to link seemingly unrelated brain areas in concepts and ideas. So it’s a very phrenological view of creativity.”

It can feel uncomfortable to examine the biology behind creative talent, which we’ve always treated as kind of magical, or divine. But science addressing questions that philosophers and priests once had a monopoly on is a wonderful thing. Nothing is more fascinating or important to us than our own nature, and beginning to build real, concrete knowledge about it is an enormous blessing. Reading about neurology leaves me awed, excited, and impatient. The brain is so marvellously complicated, as are the questions we ask, that our best efforts fall far short of sating our curiosity.

One of the most magnificent puzzles is consciousness itself: why we’re aware of our own thinking, and how we came to be this way. It’s a favorite subject for people who believe that some mental phenomena exist outside physical, testable reality, those who jeer at evidence-based approaches to these unknowns. But Ramachandran is willing to speculate on consciousness, too. Like his hypothesis about metaphors, these ideas are likely wrong, one of the many errors that “trial and error” requires. Still, it’s provocative stuff:

Mirror neurons play a role, he thinks. “One of the theories we put forward,” he said, as he packed up his bag, “is that the mirror-neuron system is used for modelling someone else’s behavior, putting yourself in another person’s shoes, looking at the world from another person’s point of view. This is called an allocentric view of the world, as opposed to the egocentric view. So I made the suggestion that at some point in evolution this system turned back and allowed you to create an allocentric view of yourself. This, I claim, is the dawn of self-awareness.”

I confess I find this possibility absolutely thrilling, especially compared to vague, untestable stories about “supernatural” mechanisms. But of course it doesn’t matter that it’s an appealing story; we have to figure out ways to challenge it, test it, until we know whether it’s true or false. “What we’re hoping,” Ramachandran says, “is that we can grope our way toward the answer, finding little bits and pieces, little clues, toward understanding what conciousness is. We’ve just scratched the surface of the problem.”

Amid insights on vision, autism, and the brain’s body-image map, one last passage caught my eye. “You know that when people think to themselves you get unconscious movement of the vocal chords?” Ramachandran asks. (It’s fun to try to notice this.) Well.

In the case of schizophrenia, whose sufferers often complain of “hearing voices,” Ramachandran suspected damage of deficit in a sensory mechanism in the vocal chords which, when normal people think, sends a signal to the brain indicating “This is simply a thought; no one is actually saying this.” If this mechanism was damaged, the subconscious movement of the vocal chords could be interpreted as an outside voice speaking in one’s head.

“By the way,” Ramachandran continued, “I have a theory that if you take people with carcinoma of the larynx, and you remove the vocal chords, and they think to themselves, they may actually start hallucinating. A prediction.”

A prediction. That’s where we start. Isn’t it great to be alive now?

Leave a comment

Filed under biology, science, skepticism, wild speculation

History of The World: Part 1 (through 100)

The British Museum is producing a series of stories attempting to tell the story of the human race. They selected 100 objects from their collection, and with BBC Radio 4, are building fifteen minutes of radio around each, releasing them in chronological order.

It’s worth noting the disenchantment over how the museum acquired these pieces, and the institution’s claims to universal importance; the imperial roots of this collection are clearly audible as you listen. The skillful storytelling and the range of experts you’ll hear goes a long way towards selling this project despite that, but the gorgeous story itself is the draw here: how humanity developed, grew, and changed over these last thousands of years.

No one account can do world history justice, but it would be criminal to give up trying. Nothing gives me a greater thrill than great big stories about the shape of the human story, and like other entries in this genre, A History of the World reminds you how complex and amazing this story really is.

We have accountants to thank, for example, for our species’ most important achievement: writing. What we would call literature was content with spoken language, memorized and performed generation after generation. The first bureaucrats, on the other hand, looked to reliable, physical accounting to administer an expanding state. Some of the earliest surviving writing concerns itself with rationing beer in 3000 BC.

It doesn’t hurt that Radio 4 delivers everything in a British accent and peppered with dry humor. One of the learned experts, on the topic of beer as currency, quips, “no liquidity crisis here.” Then he chuckles to himself. It’s so bad it’s awesome.

You can stream episodes here, but the site’s pretty messy. I recommend downloading the podcasts.

An article in The Economist first convinced me this project was worth following. The kicker is delicious: “Of the 100 objects, only one has not been selected yet. Mr MacGregor is waiting until the last possible moment to pick out the best symbol of our own time. Suggestions, please, on a postcard to: British Museum, London WC1B 3DG.”

Leave a comment

Filed under history, memory, radio, storytelling, technology, writing

Happy Valentine’s Day

This week every sitcom, column and podcast dutifully released a Valentine’s Day episode. Studio 360’s solicited ideas on resdesigning the holiday and produced this bacon bouquet. Which is awesome.

Romantic and delicious.


If you’re alone this weekend, in lieu of bacon you get a free pass to wallow in self-pity. 30 Rock had a lonely Liz Lemon celebrate with the Lifetime Original, “My Stepson is My Cyberhusband.” All Songs Considered took the opportunity to play breakup songs for a full hour. They missed my favorites, so I’m putting them here (with cheapo YouTube links!). The first is perfect if you’ve been broken up with, and the second is essential if you’re doing the breaking.

Sometimes I Still Feel The Bruise (Trembling Blue Stars)

It Ain’t Me, Babe (Bob Dylan)

Whether you celebrate it or not, don’t miss the only great pop song specific to this odd holiday. “Valentine’s Day” by Andre 3000, the best thing behind “Hey Ya” to come out of OutKast’s overflowing double album, is guaranteed to put a smile on your face whether you’re mooning or moping.

1 Comment

Filed under food, radio, signaling

It’s The Future: Chatroulette!

In the campy sci-fi classic Logan’s Run, our eponymous hero, in a funk, decides to put himself on the “The Circuit,” a cross between a television and a transporter. From the comfort of your living room, The Circut brings you face to face with a random sucession of fellow surfers looking for anonymous sex.

Chatroulette, the latest crazy thing to do on the internet, bears more than a passing resemblance to Logan’s machine. The site connects you to a series of video chats with randomized strangers, and you flip to a new partner with a cold “next,” just like in the film, but the similarities don’t end there. As described by Sam Anderson, in an arresting piece in New York Magazine, Chatroulette channels some of the same nihilistic boredom, sexual longing, and bracing loneliness as the fictional Circuit. It is also fueled by the same hope, however desperate and unlikely, that we can find real connections in impersonal, virtual spaces.

The stories he tells are funny, creepy, touching, and strange. If you’re tempted to interact with Chatroulette’s users, already 20,000 strong, be forewarned: “one out of every ten chatters is a naked masturbating man,” Anderson writes, and your lack of control (beyond that ever present “next”) leads to several flavors of unpleasantness. Still, he says, the effect is powerful, and the site not easily written off. Some interactions are quite affecting. And then there’s the possible evolution of this idea:

I found myself fantasizing about a curated version of ChatRoulette—powered maybe by Google’s massive server farms—that would allow users to set all kinds of filters: age, interest, language, location. One afternoon I might choose to be thrown randomly into a pool of English-speaking thirtysomething non-masturbators who like to read poetry. Another night I might want to talk to Jets fans. Another night I might want to just strip away all the filters and see what happens. The site could even keep stats, like YouTube, so you could see the most popular chatters in any given demographic. I could get very happily addicted to a site like that.

If you want to check out the messy, unfiltered reality, give it a try. Full disclosure: I loved this article but have no desire to wade in, not in this form. But who knows where this idea will take us? I can imagine a real demand for randomized social contact, with significant implications, if in the future people feel boxed in to a narrow demographic. Nothing like a roulette to shake up group-think and other social stasis.

Logan certainly learned how disruptive it can be. When The Circuit pops Jessica 6 (the lovely Jenny Agutter) into his life, she refuses sex and instead leads him to an adventure involving love, the Library of Congress, and a homicidal robot named Box. It upends his whole world, and ends up freeing the human race. So, you know, anything could happen.

2 Comments

Filed under film, it's the future, technology, wild speculation