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Enlightenment is sexy. (part 1)

Here’s the bad news: the world’s economy is getting worse, you’re a little chimp destined for sickness and death (or a tragic bungee diving accident), there is no god to care about your struggles, no karma to enact redemption, people will forget you, and you’ll probably get less cute over the next forty years of eating and breathing.

Here’s the good news! Someone is finally making the Hoverboard!

No!  Kidding!  Here’s the REAL good news:  in a cruel and confusing world, you happen to be the animal on the planet with the coolest superpower.  We’re all X-Men.  But even better.  We trump the powers of flight, super speed, space travel, telekinesis, super-healing, super strength……in fact, we already have some of those, and the ones we don’t (invisibility?) we someday will.

Because we have the power of explanation.  Anything that can be imagined can be turned into reality given that it obeys the extremely generous laws of physics.  Cure for cancer?  Why the hell not?  No more poverty or hunger?  Who’s stopping us?  Artificial intelligence?  Immortality?  Colonizing other planets?

Yes, I’m serious. And stop calling me a nerd.

As humans, we have the unique ability to be creative and find underlying explanations for the causal structure of the physical world (the ONLY world, by the way).  We solve problems.  Mother Nature is a bitch, and human beings are the first creatures (in our vicinity of space) to turn intelligence into a physical force, to actually know, and to care, about genes, evolution, stars, planets, the way viruses work, fossils, ethics, morality…

I am writing this in a bit of desperation.  In all honesty, talking and writing about human progress, enlightenment, and reason, and what I believe to be the truth puts me at odds, almost always, with family and dear friends (and fans).  People nearly always disagree with me on some deeply personal level and find my views as emotionally repulsive.  What is going on? Is this the kind of stubborn society we want to live in?  I’ve even lost friendships over these issues.  But I keep going, only because truly believe that enlightened thought is the only hope for us as a species, and the sooner we understand it, the less suffering we will have to endure.  And the better TV we’ll have, by the way.  Bonus.

Literally.  Less suffering.  More goodness.

That’s what I think, and I think I’m right.  I’ve had more than my fair share of the evidence from the other side.  I’ve heard the other side of the debate literally hundreds of times.  I’m not talking god debate, or religion debate strictly….there is a more subtle and insidious line of thinking burrowing its way into American culture as of late.  People idealize and encourage deeply held belief systems (a horrible condition for progress), whether political, or religious, or pseudo-scientific.  We are good with sound bytes.  We are not good with subtlety, we are not open to persuasion.

Through all the hundreds and hundreds of people that have tried to tell me I’m wrong, that god exists, that I’m horrible for thinking otherwise, that charms work, that the world will end in 2012, that aliens have visited earth, that science never solves anything, that every opinion is valid, that ethics are subjective, that quantum mechanics is magic, that reality is only perception, that “we can’t ever know anything”, I still end up at the same logical answer, that all of that is bogus.  I used to believe those things myself.  Through a bit of reading and logic, I found out I was wrong.  The truth is more fun, exciting, and interesting, and has led me here.

Oh, and the new music is going great.

Image Credit & Copyright: Stephen Leshin

Brett vs Laundry. Fight!!

Mitt Romney? Seriously? “I’m sexy and I know it”? Seriously?

I’m glancing at the newspapers (various shades of bias) as I wait for my bagel. The deli has the radio on. I’m waiting for Brett (drummer, Virginia Is For Hoverers 1 & 2) to pick me up and take me to the studio. Cold diarreah falls from the sky. It’s nasty out. My laundry is tumbling in the laundromat next door. Lately, I run around New York nonstop, working, playing cafes, playing open mics, working on the Dirty Girls album, meeting people, “networking”. Mixing. Doing laundry when possible. Working out or at least playing on my phone at the gym. I only spend three nights, on average, sleeping at home. I’m wondering who will win the race: reason and progress or stagnation and bad politics? Beautiful new music or vapid, thoughtless jingles? Brett or my laundry?

lyrics to Tarmac

this is no fun
this is music from a shallow man
these are movies from a shiny can

then why are my friends
sitting over on the other side
sitting over on the other side
i could barely make it through alive
but the cannery workers
are players and millionaires

buddy, you still set on taking off?  yes, as a matter of fact
give me a chance, can I get my wings out on the tarmac?

industry gone
information is becoming free
no more radio or mtv

singing why are my friends
shaking booty for computer king
shake your booty, we’ve got everything
entertainment, air conditioning
but the blood on the carpet is making me manic

buddy, you still set on taking off?  yes, as a matter of fact
give me a chance, can I get my wings out on the tarmac?
well buddy, what if the world is mostly full of brown-eyes?
come on and give me a chance, can i get my wings out on the tarmac?

everyone gets a chance in cybermocracy
maybe i’d like that more if people didn’t suck
turn down the voices of the singularity
and turn up the music

and i’m singing i want something to break but all the pipelines are broken i
am just fine and i am fed and im well but i am still feeling broken i

The latest Virginia Is For Hoverers purchase

was by somebody named Ted Kennedy.

Which I think is the first empirical evidence of life beyond the grave.

Antimatter

I posted my Amazon wish list last on Twitter or here or something week and someone bought me something already (thanks Kim)!  It’s a book called Antimatter by physicist Frank Close.  I’ve been really busy but I stayed up from 1 to 2 AM last night reading it because it’s so amazing.  Incidentally, if you want to buy me something from my wish list, you’ll get the next three Chris Merritt projects free (including the next album)!

Anyway, I’m always telling people, “Isn’t it amazing that we’re made up of heavy elements that have been fused in the center of a star?”  In my new book, Close says it better than I’ve heard it:

Nearly all of the atoms of oxygen that you breathe, and of the carbon in your skin or the ink on this page, were made in stars about five billion years ago when the earth was still forming.  So we are all stardust or, if you are less romantic, nuclear waste.

More on antimatter later.

The Music “Industry”

(Ok, so here’s a big, proper blog post.  It’s certainly meandering, and I wrote it with a cat on me.)

There is something that has been on my mind lately.  I’ve been thinking and thinking about the music industry, for about the last couple days, and three years.

But I think I should put the “industry” part in quotes, like this:  music “industry”.  Because in reality, as a supposed member of this supposed “industry”, after five years of touring, recording, writing, and working my ass off in literally a hundred unique ways and locations I haven’t seen a single vestige of an active industry.

There must certainly still be a music “industry” in existence.  Artists like U2, Coldplay, and John Mayer are presumably making bank.  But for artists that didn’t make it to the top before 2002 or so, it seems almost impossible to make an enormous name for yourself.  The waves are rolling higher than ever, but the surfers that just arrived at the beach can’t make it over the wake.  I can’t think of many post-2003 bands that have achieved legend-status, or even huge-status, or even my-parents-recognize-the-band-name status (OK, I can think of one or two *crap* pop acts that have arguably achieved that last one, but hold that thought).

This is because the mass media of the past is no more.

Here’s an example.  I’ve been played on FM radio.  My songs!  On the radio!  Every time it happened, I had a “That Thing You Do” moment.  And every time, I didn’t hear a word from anyone about it, ever again.  I’ve been written up in magazines!  Real magazines!  Glowing concert and album reviews!  My picture in The Washington Post!  How exciting!  But, again, very little came of these seemingly big write-ups.  My website hits on the day of the last example went up about ten more than average, as I recall.

There aren’t radio stations that everyone listens to at the same time (and the stations that DO exist play silly, bleeding-from-the-ears lameness, and must be some sort of elaborate joke).  There aren’t T.V. shows that everyone watches every week at the same time (Oh wait, American Idol.  OK, hold that thought).  As the majority of the media in the information age becomes more spread over location and time, so with it goes the staggeringly large mass venues of the 20th century (which was, historically, the real anomaly).

But here’s the real problem with all this, at least in music.  As some of the exceptions (American Idol, Sarah Bareilles, etc.) prove, there are still some gigantic mass-media outlets left.  But I would argue that objectively GOOD music is no longer experiencing many big breaks.  The elitist record companies of the 60s through 90s,  as vile and bad-business-minded as they could be, at least allowed for the rare artist to pass through that had real VALUE.  A&R people would seek out (which now seems like a crazy fantasy) talented, quality bands.  There were scenes.  There was taste and elitism that was allowed to reach a tipping point and experience explosions in popularity.

Now, in music, there is close to true and total democracy, especially among indie bands.  But if there’s one thing that’s for sure, great art doesn’t have strength in numbers.  Great art needs a certain amount of elitism to flourish in popular society!  This becomes apparent, to varying degrees, when I get a band-recommendation link from someone.  A YouTube video with a gajillion hits, and a cutesy, pseudo-emotional, indie band playing songs dis-genuinely.

BUT, I am convinced that something more beautiful will grow from the graves of the music “industry”.  I predict a new musical renaissance, similar to the 60s, or the 90s.  I predict music scenes and great art and even new, amazing things that have never happened before in the history of man!  But, I might just be being overly positive.  In any case, I will be happily making music and selling music for the rest of my life, so I’ll keep you updated.

Man, writing stuff takes freakin‘ FOREVER!  I have to go to bed.  I have a lot of things to say about this, though, so I’m going to talk your ears off about them eventually.  The following music-industry-related subjects will be touched on:

  • why I will always be a professional musician
  • how technology through the history of civilization has created, and very recently destroyed, industries around information
  • why objectively good art eventually shines
  • why easily-available technology hasn’t affected and won’t significantly affect the ratio of great artists
  • my humorous accounts of talking with music industry “bigwigs” (who are now powerless)
  • my intelligent conversations with a music industry legend
  • the future for artists and genuine art
  • the tipping point and why people fall into distinct different categories of thought

Double U Double U Double U Dot Amazon Dot Com

Here is my Amazon book wish list – http://www.amazon.com/wishlist/1HEO4OP22C9C

If you buy me a book from list, you’ll get the next three Chris Merritt records FREE!!!  Including the newest one that comes out probably next week.

Speaking of the new record, it is coming along nicely.  Songs on it will include Rain King, Magical Stones, Sequel, Pretty Bitch, Tarmac, Feminine Mind, Isabelle, Another World, People On The Street, and others.  There will also be this really pretty song that doesn’t have a name yet.  It’s my best song I ever wrote.

Today recording vocals for Isabelle, Feminine Mind, Magical Stones, and maybe others.  We’ll see if my voice can handle it.

Woodring

My favorite artist in the Universe is a guy named Jim Woodring.

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So, my mom gave me this comic book called Frank.  This was like, five years ago.  Paperface was hopeful and ready for Imminent Rockstardom (read: naive little bastards) and piled in a van leaving for California when she handed it to me.  She had happened upon it at a used book store (my mom is very big on used book stores) and apparently she thought it looked weird enough to be something I would like.  And I read it, and I was very confused and annoyed.  But then I read it again, and again, and probably fifteen more times by the time the van rolled into Los Angeles.  Ever since, I’ve been clinically addicted to Frank.  I’ve had to re-buy Frank collections many times because I’m constantly peddling the drug.  Check out this sample.

Anyway, Mr. Woodring is from Seattle and I wrote him a letter.  I wanted to get his mailing address, so my friend and I looked him up in a Seattle phone book.  I didn’t think it would actually be him…I’m not sure exactly what we expected to happen, actually.  But anyway, it was him.  I called Jim Woodring’s home phone, and here’s how the conversation went to the best of my memory (I’m not making this up):

“Hello?”

“Hi, is this Mr. Woodring?”

“You….you fucking, little retard.  FUCK YOU.”

“Oh, sorry to bother you, I was trying to find your mailing-…”

“OH.  Oh!  I’m sorry, I thought you were my son.”

“…”

“He and I enjoy being rude to one other!”

Anyway, I mailed my letter, and he sent me a really nice letter back (needlessly apologizing for calling me a fucking retard), and included a pencil drawing of my soul!

Recently I played a gig in Seattle, and it was right near Woodring‘s comic shop!  I went in, and asked if they had any Woodring stuff, and the guy behind the counter got excited and said, “You know Jim comes in here all the time, don’t you?” And then he proceeded to re-enact Woodring‘s apparently consistent pathway through the store, narrating as he went.  Then he showed me his extensive Frank collection and I spent my last sixty dollars in cash.

Wodring.  Frank.  Jim.  This is pure truth, folks, but nicely wrapped in an knee-slapping, mind-massaging, pretty package.  It’s like peering at the fabric of reality through the disembodied eyes of Bugs Bunny.  Highly, highly recommended.

D.N.A. on The Beatles

So I often tell people this: the first time I heard some of my favorite bands/artists, I hated them.  I hated OK Computer by Radiohead when I first heard it.  I only listened for a second and third time because my friend Wes swore by it and I felt stupid that I didn’t get it.  Well, that, and I could hear something there.  But it didn’t make much sense.  Now when I hear that album, it’s hard for me to understand that there was ever a time when I didn’t just enjoy it.  It seems obvious, now.  It seems like just a collection of fun, melodic rock songs.

The same goes for every Frank Black record ever made.  I excitedly rip open a new Frank Black CD and jam it in the player, and feel confused and annoyed within five minutes.  Every time, without exception, I think, “Oh boy.  Frankie’s really gone and bit the shark now.  Poor Frank.”  But two weeks later, it feels like the only record that even matters, or has ever mattered.

The first time I heard Weezer.  In The Garage.  Hated it.  Hated Bush for a week.  I remember where I was standing and who was in the room the first time I hated Ben Folds Five.  I honestly remember feeling sorry and embarrassed for Kent the first time I heard Isola.  Pedro The Lion.  Rufus Wainwright.  Pinback.  Wilco.

Anyway, I tell people this from time to time, and they always think I’m crazy, or they say something like, “Well, I always know right away if I’m going to like a band or not.”  Yeah, but you also paid four dollars for a fucking Killers ringtone, so go to hell.  Anyway, I felt an affirmation when I read this excerpt from the brilliant and hilarious Douglas Adams on The Beatles:

The next exciting thing was that they kept on losing me.  They would bring out a new album and for a few listenings it would leave me cold and confused.  Then gradually it would begin to unravel itself in my mind.  I would realize that the reason I was confused was that I was listening to Something that was simply unlike anything that anybody had done before.  “Another Girl,” “Good Day Sunshine,” and the extraordinary “Drive My Car.”  These tracks are so familiar now that it takes a special effort of will to remember how alien they seemed at first to me.  The Beatles were now not just writing songs, they were inventing the very medium in which they were working.

-Douglas Adams, The [London] Sunday Times, 1992

New Demo

NEW DEMO ALERT.  Working title:  Another World.  Have a listen, won’t you?

http://www.thesixtyone.com/chrismerritt/song/Another+World+%28Demo%29/52474/

Jacob Thro, Brett Ripley and I demo’ed this new(ish) song I’ve been writing.