On the Fragmentation of Popular Culture

We now have an official zeitgeisty term for what the Internet brings to advertising/marketing and popular culture, The Long Tail. Where previously all forms of commercial creativity (be it movies, music, advertising, TV, etc.) were aimed at attracting the most people by appealing to the widest audience (the head), the Internet offers the ability to cater to the multifarious niche markets that pervade the periphery of our culture (the tail). In many ways, the traditional limitations of distribution can be done away with altogether: books need never go out of print, obscure movies need no longer gather dust (or get incinerated by savage evildoing behemoths). Ebay is the biggest example of Long Tail thinking – where else would you find a hideously rare Ibanez RB Jem? Only a few hundred were made and probably only a few hundred people would even care.

One of the biggest ramifications of this concept is the potential for breakdown in our popular culture. Not many people are old enough to remember the days before radio and television united us in a shared cultural experience[1]. Culture was previously more regionally derived[2]. Now, perhaps culture will be more individually determined. People with shared interests will be able to connect with each other more easily based on their own likes and dislikes. I’m seeing it even now as I have made new friends based entirely on our connection to this movie. I’m not saying pop culture will die out, but it will likely decline; a best case scenario would be that the stuff that survives will suck far less than the usual crap that’s handed out these days.

1) That statement sits somewhere between generous overstatement and hilarious irony.
2) For better or worse, this is probably why there are fewer barn dances these days.

Here’s an Unlikely Sentence

My brother had dinner last night with Jim Nabors.

Actually Jim (aka Gomer Pyle for those of you too young to know) was at the next table for a birthday dinner in honor of James “Dan-O” MacArthur of Hawaii Five-O fame. They needed someone to take a picture of the group, so my brother obliged.

This month my brother is in Hawaii, my dad is in Europe, and my mom and sister will be in New Zealand. When’s my turn?

Ethnomusicology

The Alan Lomax Archive is now online. Well, most of it is. Well, 40 second cuts of most recordings are available. More is on the way. In case you’re not aware, Alan Lomax was the world’s leading field recording archivist. He has been all over the world recording the sounds and music of planet Earth in the mid 20th century. From prison field hollers in Mississippi to Moroccan spirituals, Lomax amassed an important library of historical audio. Naturally I’m partial to the Arkansas and Mississppi recordings. If you’re the type of person who enjoyed the period music of Oh Brother, Where Art Thou? or Moby’s Play, then by all means sign up for a free account and log into the database.

Millions of Voices Crying Out in Anguish

Entertainment Weekly says that George Lucas initially considered handing over Episodes I and II to Steven Spielberg and Ron Howard, but both declined. D’ahhhhhhhh!!! Damn you, Spielberg! Damn you, Opie! Look what you have wrought! Only you had the power to prevent Jar Jar Binks and The Sand Speech. Only you could have prevented lame dialogue and wooden performances. The thoughts of what could have been…they will torment my waking hours and at night I will still hear the screaming.

Cheap Beer in Crisis

From an article on declining beer sales at Slate:

Millions of consumers have in recent years become connoisseurs (that is, insufferable snobs) when it comes to coffee, cheese, chocolate, you name it.

Demanding quality should never be something that gets one tarred with the epithet “snob.” Unless of course people are demanding quality only because everyone else is doing it, and passing themselves off as faux connoisseurs. But I suspect that, given the economy, people would be less likely to pay the extra bucks for quality beer, coffe, cheese, etc., just for the sake of appearances. I’m sure it happens but I wouldn’t think it would happen often enough to affect Anheuser-Busch’s bottom line.

Anyway, life is too short for bad beer, coffee or cheese, dammit. And I’m certainly no connoisseur. Shame on Slate for assuming that Americans are drinking less beer. They’re not. They’re just drinking less bad beer. And that’s cause for celebration. Why must the media always see the pint glass as half empty…rabble-rousing bastards.

VH1 Classic: The Great Equalizer

One of the many great things about Vh1 Classic is that very often all sense of context is removed. While watching the All Request Hour the perky hostess actually used New Kids on the Block and The Church in the same sentence. It’s as though all semblance of genre or demographics has been completely cast aside.

In short, it’s how I would like the world to be.

I spent almost the entire weekend in the house, recovering from illness. I watched Billy Wilder’s Irma La Douce (mmm Shirley MacLaine circa 1963) and finished reading Steve Martin’s beautiful novella, Shopgirl. Katherine brought me some Vietnamese food last night, which was so good. Today I took a walk around the neighborhood in a warm light rain. I stopped off at Juan and Heather’s to say hi; their daughter Tori just passed the one year mark. I worked in the yard a bit, and washed the car. Matt ordered a pizza and we watched The Big Bounce.

And last but not least, Odie joins the ranks of the Pointed Stick blogs.

These Are the Sites I Live For

Once every year or so, a new site comes to my attention that brings me such joy and revives my interest in the Internet. I find a place I can spend hours exploring. For reference, previous contenders are Engrish.com, SecretFunSpot.com, Lightningfield.com, and GhostTownGallery.com.

Today’s new find: Lileks.com. This site features, among other things, pictorial histories of 70’s Ozark travel destinations, the Gallery of Regrettable Food, and a personal favorite of mine, Matchbook-o-Rama.

The site in general covers a lot of things I’ve found a fondness for in the last few years: old advertising and graphic design. It’s a warehouse of oddities and curiosities. Enjoy.

Highway 64 Visited

Last weekend Superflux had a gig in Tulsa. It went pretty well; we made some new fans with the Women’s International Bowling Congress. I drove over to Fayetteville on Sunday to catch soul/funk legends Tower of Power at George’s Majestic Lounge. I have to say it was one of the single greatest musical experiences I have ever had in my life. Real soul music the way God (i.e. Otis Redding) intended, with the tightest horn line anywhere in the world, plus my all-time number one rhythm section: David Garibaldi on drums and Rocco Prestia on bass.

On the way home I took the scenic route along Highway 64 in search of interesting photos, so that’s the new plog today. I only drove from Alma to Russellville, as the remainder of the route I covered last June.

Welcome Arkansas Times Readers

So now the harsh light of publicity will shine upon this site and not inconsequential numbers of people might actually read this stuff. Some of the golden anonymity I usually enjoy will wear off, at least for a few weeks. By all means, click the icons at left to take a look around the site, and nevermind the fact that this page looks a bit different from the rest. Heath recently installed WordPress for me, and it’s so much more convenient than duct taping the site together as I previously had been. Be sure to check out the Photolog (Plog) and thanks for visiting. Oh and in case the Times doesn’t credit it, the “Rock” picture is courtesy of Brian Hickman Photography.

And for the musicians in the audience, please check out the forum at LittleRockMusician.com