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Everything I got signed 7/20/17
By placing the songs in a horrible sequence, the iPod shuffle highlights the weaknesses of one’s music collection instead of the strengths. After a few bad songs in a row, I begin to second-guess my taste in music. Why, for instance, do I still have that one Ludacris song on there — or entire albums by Mastodon, Journey, or The Magic Numbers when all I need is a handful of songs? Also, there seems to be too much Beatles and Roxy Music and not nearly enough Wilco or Springsteen. And why play only my least favorite songs by my favorite bands?
Carrie Brownstein on the shuffle feature.
I miss Monitor Mix :(
Monitor Mix comment: Carrie, I have an immature question and I trust your advice. Should you ever make a mixtape for someone you haven't kissed yet?
Carrie: Yes. But don’t put any ‘hidden messages’ songs on there or include anything that might be misinterpreted as vastly different from where things are at between the two of you. Just put together a great mix that you wouldn’t be embarrassed giving up even if you never get to the kissing part. After a few kisses is a different story. -CB
We are careening toward a paucity of experience and a paucity of means with which to evaluate music. I mean, can we really engage with art on a Web site and in a vacuum, without ever bothering to contextualize it or make it coherent with our lives or form a community around the work? If we never move beyond the ephemeral and facile nature of music Web sites — and let's not lie to ourselves, that's where it ends for a lot of us these days — then that makes us worse than blind consumers; it makes us dabblers. We have become musical tourists. And tourism is the laziest form of experience, because it is spoonfed and sold to us. Tourism cannot and should not replace the physical energy, the critical thinking and the tiresome but ultimately edifying road of adventure, and thus also of life. As for places like MySpace, they're not the enemy, they're not anathema to art, and they're places I peruse frequently. I mean, MySpace is democratic and ceaselessly available, but it is ugly — and it's a crumb being treated like the whole wedding cake we can't stop gorging on. Are we no longer seekers of the real? Or do we only seek for ourselves without any sense that a tactile discovery is mutually beneficial? Being found is as splendid as the finding. Stumbling upon an MP3 or a blog or a Web site is only half the search. We seem to have forfeited our duties and become half-participants — and at the cost of the creators. But we have to realize, and the Touch and Go announcement is a reminder, that in order for there to be anything left in which to participate, we have to show up. We have to show up with not just our half-selves, our virtual selves, our broke-ass selves, but with our whole selves, and in the spirit of giving. Mock participation is more than just an absence of real engagement; it is a falsehood that has allowed us to justify our apathy. When, exactly, did we stop showing up? And how long until there's not much left worth showing up for?
Carrie Brownstein [source]
I know you're probably all beyond tired of my talking about Monitor Mix years after the fact, but god, there are so many things I want to discuss with Carrie. Like this.
Carrie Brownstein can do an infinite number of projects, music, writing, television, and I will still always miss that dumb NPR blog.
"Over the years, music put a weapon in my hand and words in my mouth it backed me up and shielded me, it shook me and scared me and showed me the way; music opened me up to living and being and feeling."
Carrie Brownstein
I think the sheer amount of references available to us at any given time is so abundant that it's conflated — perhaps even negated — the concept of value. The notion of authenticity is practically obsolete, and the idea of realness is just another categorical index, devoid of meaning. When real is gone, then there is no longer a litmus test for that which deviates from it. It's all real because it's all "real." We mined all the gold, and now we're mining the gilded.
Carrie Brownstein
#cb casually drops truth bombs in the middle of her blog