What you see above is the only remaining evidence that I ever played music in public. I found an old unlabeled VHS tape in a box but I put off digitizing until this year. (I took the tape to Digitas, by the way, a great and friendly digital shop in Greenpoint. Recommended!)

Anyway, this tape contains three or so performances I had with Obsession in Pink, a band started by two friends in Tucson. One of them, Brett, I can’t find at all. He was from Omaha and may be back there. The other guy in the band is Michael Coomers, who I met when I saw his band Coomers Explosion, and who eventually started the band Harlem. Brett and Michael invited me to join their months-old band to play synth — Obsession in Pink was all keyboards and a drum machine. Oh, and an organ that belonged to another Tucson musician, Seth Bogart, who eventually did Gravy Train and Hunx and His Punx. (We all tried to practice for a band exactly once, but he and Coomers got into a fight and Coomers kicked both me and Seth out of his house.)

For first shows, they were pretty great. My first time playing with a band in public was opening for the Gossip. Others we opened for: Tracy and the Plastics, the Rapture, the Fucking Champs. The video above is us playing our first song at the Gossip show. Even now I think our gimmick was solid — we played rough synthy minor chord stuff and wore suits (well, I wore skirts and dresses) to the shows. But our eighties was, in a word (and my bright idea), rich. We drank wine and champagne on stage, we had condescending stage banter. For this show, Brett and Coomers snuck into a graveyard and stole roses, which, if you can’t see, cover the stage. The Gossip loved us; they not only came out and danced for our set (and yelled ”sluts” at us the whole time, but when they returned a year later they asked the audience where we had gone.

I just encoded a second video of us playing a laundromat illegally, in our underwear. I’ll save that for another post.

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Over the last couple years I’ve become a huge believer in self-quantifying.  It started with Your Flowing Data, a website that let me take measurements of whatever useless bits of biographical information I wanted to keep track of: The number of times I ate lentils that year, what movies I watched, how stressed I was, for example. But I started to notice that the simple act of tracking and having to record my choices influenced the choices I made. I began using my iPhone to track almost anything involving behavior I wanted to change or improve. I’ve gone through a lot of tools, but here are the ones I keep going back to.

Track Your Happiness

Track Your Happiness is a survey project that is part of Harvard PH.d student Matt Killingsworth’s doctoral research. The website sends you a short survey twice a day via email or text. It asks you questions about where you are, what you’re doing, how many people you’re with, and how happy you feel. They each take about two minutes to complete. After a couple months of steady data, the website begins sending you correlations between things like your mood and how much sleep, exercise, work, and social activity you’ve reported.

This can tell you a lot. For instance, I am happier indoors that out (that probably has a lot to due with winter, though I began the survey in the fall. ) So. okay, I’m not outdoorsy. You maybe guessed that by the subject of this blog post. But I didn’t know that I was also happier the less people I had around me, down to about three. Three is where I’m happiest before my happiness just drops. Guess that makes me kind of an introvert. One other surprising thing, at least for me: I am happiest when I want to do something that I have to do. I wasn’t happiest doing whatever I wanted. I need to enjoy something I have to do (work, chores, etc). I like work. That’s something to keep in mind if I ever win the lottery or want to retire.

Fitbit

The Fitbit is a wearable device that can track your steps, calories, stairs climbed, and sleep. I bought this thing on a self-improvement whim fully believing it would be in a drawer by the end of the month. It’s not. Except for a few days where I forgot it at home (but thankfully, it’s had no trips through the washer), this thing has always been on my person since I bought it back in November 2011.

There’s so much to like about it, but the two biggest things are that it’s always tracking, and it uploads automatically. Like the Happiness Survey, it tracks all the time, not just when I feel like keeping track. And the automatic Wifi sync works amazing well and consistently. I haven’t changed the amount of walking or stairs-climbing or sleeping I do, really. But somehow, the act of tracking has improved those numbers anyway. Here’s how it works:the Fitbit is your standard pedometer that also tracks stairs you’ve climbed, estimated calories you’ve burned and your total distance traveled. It also has a little flower graphic that grows and shrinks depending on how much you’ve moved in the past hour.

 

The two applications below are self-quantifying tools, but they’re also commitment devices.

Beeminder

Beeminder is both a self-tracker and a commitment device. It can track and graph anything you can measure, from runtimes to blog posts to pounds to lose. You can set goals or limits, and Beeminder will warn you, then charge you money if you stray too far off your goal. The biggest benefits here are the fact that it’s incremental — your final goal is broken down week by week, so it’s more important to stay on track than to think of your goal as some big, huge (or low, tiny) number that is 12 months away.

I just began using Beeminder at the beginning of the year, when Stickk and other commitment devices seemed too narrow for my purposes. So far it’s worked great. I resolved to start learning Spanish and to read more fiction this year. I’m still doing both. And since the goal is to stay on one side of the line, I am working at a slow but steady reading/studying pace. But it’s a pace I’ve stuck with, and it’s April — beyond prime resolution quitting time (which I think is February? Or even mid-January?

That graph at the top of this post is my ‘words posted to blog’ graph. I did this post to avoid losing today. Try to wrap your head around that.

Gympact

Gympact is another commitment device with financial consequences. You set a goal for the number of times you want to go to the gym each week, then you check in via iPhone app every time you go to the gym (and stay for at least 30 minutes). Fail to reach your determined number of visits each week, and the app will charge you an amount you’ve set (like $5-$50. $50 if you’re some sort of masochist rich person). But if you’ve made your commitment, then Gympact will pay you a small amount out of the pot of losers’ cash.

In the six months before I started using Gympact I went to the gym maybe five times. I haven’t missed a gym trip (2-3 workouts a week since beginning of January) since I signed up, except for the weekend after a birthday dinner and bar trip where I spent the next day laying on my couch under a blanket and eating Tums/watching Locked Up: Raw. My biceps are the sickest they ever have been, and I’ve only torn my rotator cuff once (really).

If you’re curious about self-tracking check out the Quantified Self website. It has links to over 400 self-quantifying tools.

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Donald Glover

Donald Glover messed up

3 April 2012

in Music

I’m a fan of Childish Gambino and I don’t mind defending him. I had problems with Ian Cohen’s review of Camp (though I really like his writing!):

But I can’t get behind this new track. There’s a part where Donald Glover raps, “I die for my hood/ Trayvon.” Really? It’s just so suprisingly tone-deaf and dumb, espcially for someone so smart, to reduce Martin to a punchline. I just read an interview with Glover (in ASOS’ monthly magazine!) where it mentions his love for hoodies despite his documented love of French fashion labels). Knowing what Glover usually talks and raps about, and then browsing the fascinating and heartbreaking map of Martin’s last moves, I could see him saying some smart things about being black in the suburbs, pre-judgement, racism, etc.

Plus to talk about Martin’s hoodie, as a joke (maybe especially as a joke), is to make it about the hoodie, which is, to make it not about race. And it is about race. The joke reference (especially sitting next to, say his “Heartbeat” line ["Made the beat and murdered it/ Casey Anthony]) in a small way reinforces the victim-blaming.

Also, the reference is different and worse because Casey Anthony wasn’t a victim. And either way, she’s alive to keep taking questionable pictures.

Update: Seems like Popdust had problems with this one too. I just adore, seriously adore Donald Glover, so I’ll get over this. I hope he comes out with something else soon.

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A month ago SPIN debuted its new, redesigned, bi-monthly format. As both a music editor and a former writer of music reviews for SPIN, I was curious about it, though in a personal-low-stakes kind of way. If I were still freelancing for SPIN, I’d worry about their decision to remove most reviews from the print edition, but now that I’m full-time employed I can enjoy it as a reader and music fan (disclosure: I wrote a review for SPIN’s website last month).

I also wanted to check out their ambitious print redesign as someone who does not buy print magazines. I let my SPIN subscription end. I haven’t had New York magazine since they gave it away for free with a MediaBistro subscription. I owned a Kindle and now I have an iPad but that whole obsession with the touch and feel of real things has never, ever, twinged me except when it comes to say antique furniture and leather shoes. (When people mention these things when lovingly talking about magazines or records I simultaneously hear Zooey Dechanel’s ‘Cotton’ song and picture that scene in Amelie where she sticks her paw in some beans.) The touch and feel of a real iPad is all I need.

So, the redesigned SPIN. It was made to be purchased as a physical thing, and it does feel great in your hands — there’s thick paper stock, rich, matte ink, and a pleasant gasoline-like chemical smell. SPIN wants you to hold it in your arms and manhandle it a little bit, like a Lana Del Rey song (the ‘opening act’ letter even asks you to drop it on your coffee table). Everything Type Company, who redesigned the magazine, simplified the cover and removed a lot of the text, which brings it more in line with their old design actually.

Compare this:

to this:

Getting inside, you see an immediate commitment to diversity in its pages. Past the lily-white Sleigh Bells on the fold-out cover, Frank Ocean and Santigold are the first two faces you see. There’s also a commitment to covering a lot more than music: the table of contents teases film coverage, a television show review, a newsy SOPA story, art and comic book coverage. Plus old sections, like In My Room and a labeled but very similar to “Breaking Out” are still in there.

And now to the writing itself: The long, reported, piece by David Bevan on K-Pop’s structure and ambitions is truly awesome. Likewise, I enjoyed Simon Reynold’s essay on Lana Del Rey, a ”free-floating half-life, or afterlife of pure style. Dated yet timeless beauty.” “Dated yet timeless” seems to be the theme the entire magazine bets on — there are no more album reviews, but it’s packed with longer essays, reported pieces, and long-form reviews. “Stories you can enjoy today and four months from now,” promises that same letter, which of course makes any essay about (or jumping off from) LDR hilarious in that, because of Internet Standard Time, she already felt dated by the time the magazine came out). Still, she’s more jumping-off than focus point in this piece about the cyclical nature of music trends. The next page has a gorgeous color-coded infographic on how genres reference past genres. (The company who made the infographic designed the rest of the magazine, and so the same bold, easy-to-read colors section off the magazine as well (example: the long reviews in the back are all in blue ink).

The few problems I had with this issue are also going to be dated, since they’re almost all issue-specific. For example, I don’t like Sleigh Bells on the cover, since, basically, everyone should have figured out that they are a good band without a backstory. There is nothing wrong with being nothing wild, but there is when you’re publishing a cover story about this gun-toting rock-and-roll band that is basically sibling-like, half-engaged, and perfectly sweet. Charles Aaron notes in his editor’s letter that the issue revolves around bands that “recombine signifiers” and man, Sleigh Bells are a band of purely visual signifiers if there ever was one.

I generally liked the Breaking Out-style pieces on Frankie Rose, Escort, Perfume Genius, etc., but they needed to be longer. I loved Breaking Out for the mini-stories and small, telling moments and details from each piece, and here there’s barely enough room for a few puns and a free-floating quote. The magazine, when I first flipped through it, made me think of a nerd with a brand new hot body, (like when Rachael Leigh Cook takes off her glasses in She’s All That, or like, T.I. when he puts his glasses on). But they will have to find the balance between good looks and good words. I don’t think these mini-features hit that balance.

Also there is a piece that consists of life advice from The Shins’ James Mercer, where he boldly reveals how he got older and finally got the self-confidence to FIRE ALL HIS BAND MEMBERS. The greatest love of all!

The remaining print reviews combine 2-3 releases into one tied-together piece. It turns their review section into another opportunity for deep-thinking and trend piecing. I do miss the cleverness and many different voices of their old print section.

Overall I like the redesign SPIN and the changes they’ve made. I will have to update this in four months to really know whether it is, as promised, filled with things I still want to read in four months. Perhaps then I will finally find every use of ”Lynchian” in the magazine (I found four already!). Now I’m off to check out the SPIN play app.

 

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