The Lying Game

Everyone is blogging-wide on this, so I’m obliged to make note of this. One part reality television and many parts Sartre, Kafka, The Prisoner, and good old-fashioned social paranoia, Mafia has become the parlor game of choice in the convention scene. Mafia has now hit the NYC literary set and as they say, hilarity ensues.

Novelist Jonathan Lethem has become an evangelist in literary circles for a party game called “Mafia” that involves lies, deceit, and heavy doses of social paranoia – all of which are readily available at any serious Manhattan cocktail party. The game is played with twelve people, three of which, unbeknownst to everyone else, are designated “mafia.” The mafia attempt to turn the rest of the group against each other as mafia suspects are voted out of the group. People that have played with Lethem find it a little disconcerting. The skill at psychological manipulation required to play well (“social torture,” The Observer calls it) greatly exceeds that of the average Manhattan-variety social climber. The true protagonists are not to be trusted.

Can’t wait for this to hit the LA entertainment industry folks.

Egoscanning via Google again

Google picks me up in the oddest places…

  • In the ReadMe file for the Ricochet spam reporting agent. Funny thing here is that it’s a way old friends.net address from when Xplain still had the domain. Now friends.net is an dating service.
  • A Japanese site with an email address that’s over ten years old.
  • A forwarded article about a faked treasure find.
  • My 72nd place finish in the 1998 Lee Atwater Invitational Dead Pool.

Taking it (whatever It is) to the streets

John Robb’s suggestion about showing off Segways at theme parks and state fairs reminds me about the first time I ever saw a home computer. I think it was 1978 (so I would have been 12 years old) and my mom took me to the San Diego County Fair. I couldn’t tell you a thing about the fair, because my attention was completely absorbed by the Apple Computer booth that was either in (or adjacent to) the flower show. On display was a first generation Apple II and it was the greatest thing I’d seen.

We need him more than ever

Still feeling sucker-punched from the news about Joe Strummer yesterday. *sigh*. Only saw The Clash once back in the day when they opened up for The Who in 1982 (the bill should have been reversed) and Joe later on the tour for Earthquake Weather, but my favorite Joe memory was from the tour in which he joined The Pogues – possibly the best concert I’d seen in my life. Didn’t hurt that Los Lobos were the headliners too (the show happened the week their cover of “La Bamba” hit #1).

This is Screengazer

Momus is trying to get his “Screengazer” meme out to the world so in the name of genre maximization here’s his entire essay.

I describe in my current essay Sound Dust hearing a member of a French laptop group called Shinsei talking about how he’s more influenced by My Bloody Valentine than electronica. And Bingo! — it all falls into place. Laptops are the new guitars, glitchtronica is the new indie art rock. Okay, fine, that’s all been discussed on another thread.

But suddenly I realise that a genre term is there for the taking. It’s on its hind legs yapping at me, begging to be used. ‘Screengazer’. MBV were ‘Shoegazers’, these laptop people influenced by them are ‘Screengazers’. The guitar is worn lower than the laptop, so you gaze shoewards. The laptop has an interface that casts light on your face when you gaze at it, so it’s a bit more dramatic. But in both cases, it’s the music that matters, and the concentration and listening that are emphasised by your ‘gaze’. It’s the idea that you’re entranced by the possibilities of sound, and forget about the audience, your own body, your responsibilities as a performer to ‘entertain’.

I googled ‘Screengazer’ and was rather surprised to find that nobody has used the term. Nobody has put these two scenes together in that one handy word. So today I want to use ILM to declare this the term for all indie glitchtop forthwith, and declare myself its baptiser and godfather! Hurrah! By perhaps no co-incidence whatsoever, I am also cited in Simon Reynolds’ discussion of the nascent genre as the aphorist who said ‘In the future everyone will be famous for fifteen people’, which is another relevant point about the Screengazers.

There are distinctions to be made. The Shoegazers lived in a specific place: Camden, London. They all drank in the same pub (supposedly). The Screengazers, a mere ten years later, are post-geography, and post-nation state. They live in San Francisco, Tokyo, Paris, Berlin, Reykjavik, Rome, wherever. Their community is where we are right now, in the liminal interzone of the net. (Expand distinctions / similarities.)

I’m a little nervous about my new genre term, because it’s satirical. Nobody is going to say ‘I’m Jim, I have a laptop project called O.bso/lite, and I’m a Screengazer’. Just as Shoegazer (who coined that term, wasn’t it some Melody Maker journalist?) was a slightly mocking and hostile term which hastened the end of the delivery style of Slowdive and early Ride, so Screengazer is the kind of mocking, prodding term that will have laptopists stage-diving before long — ie that will shame them into renunciation of the very features that make them important and distinctive, ie their deep, valuable concentration on sound, their avoidance of hoary old rock gestures and the physical staples of entertainment (‘put your hands together, yeah!’).

Googlism on Shoegazer: ‘shoegazer is / was an insult over here’.

So it’s with reluctance that I unleash, in this thread, the viral meme ‘Screengazer’ on a previously unsuspecting world. I suspect that, launched today from ILM, it will have a deadly effectiveness, erasing and effacing other genre terms and becoming perhaps the standard label for the genre, at least for people cynical of the genre’s practises, and that its way of defining a bunch of disparate activities will actually hasten the change and dissolution of those practises. Changes I don’t particularly want to see, although I personally mix dancing and singing with my Sound Dust, and would never think of gazing at my iBook’s screen a second longer than it took to trigger the next mp3.

I know that, if I hit ‘Submit’ now, when I run Google and Googlism searches one month hence, and one year hence, I will find many references to ‘Screengazer’. They will mostly be more hostile and dismissive than references to ‘Laptop’ and ‘Glitch’ (Googlism on Glitch: ‘glitch is definable as a rhythmic offshoot of musique concrete’).

Googlism on ‘Screengazer’, December 20th 2002: ‘Sorry, Google doesn’t know enough about screengazer yet.’ Fine, why don’t I just leave it like that?

So do I hit ‘Submit’ and get that gratifying ‘Success!’ screen, or do I leave the genre to keep growing in its current diverse, organic, shambolic and slow way, protected, like a flower by thorns, by the current mishmash of terms: ‘Laptop’, ‘Glitch’, ‘Sound Mangling’, ‘DSPism’, ‘Mad MAX’…?

— Momus

USA 2003 = France 1940?

In his latest For The Record program David Emory draws together the various 9/11 threads he’s been been weaving and pulls back to the macro-level view of The Current Situation. The upshot:

Presenting the view that the attacks of 9/11 represent a fusion of the attack on Pearl Harbor and the Reichstag Fire, the FTR programs on 9/11 compare the situation of the United States to that of France in the late 1930’s and 1940’s. In Mr. Emory’s opinion, the United States is facing a combination of attack from a hostile foreign power (the Underground Reich’s Islamofascist forces) and domestic subversion from an allied Fifth Column. That Fifth Column (centered around the Bush administration) derives from structural economic relationships and infiltration of the national security establishment through the promotion of anti-Communism as a vehicle for conquest.

Even if you don’t see a Nazi under your bed daily and are in denial over the creeping fascism, give this program a listen. RealAudio files are available on the main FTR page. The program text is worth reading too.

Automobile Death Ray

So the Star Wars anti-missile system works pretty well after all. That is if the incoming warheads are driving to their target in a BMW or Jeep.

President Bush’s son of star wars has neutralised its first targets in Yorkshire even before the British government has given the formal go-ahead for the RAF Fylingdales base on the moors to be used for the project.

The upgrading of the security and surveillance systems at the base, in preparation for an onslaught of peace protesters objecting to the scheme, is knocking out the electrical systems of expensive cars.

High power radar pulses trigger the immobilising devices of many makes of cars and motorcycles – BMW, Mercedes and Jeep among them. Many have had to be towed out of range of the base before they can be restarted.

Hmmm… How about the Star Wars anti-SUV defense system?

Expo ’67 goes online

expo67sovietWhen I was two years old, my mom took me to Expo ’67 in Montreal. Of course I don’t remember a thing about it, but I like to think that the experience-via-osmosis somehow triggered off that certain section of developing grey matter that got me into the whole retro-future/techno-utopian subjects that my studies have orbited around.

The National Archives of Canada has put up a terrific on-line exhibition of Expo ’67. Even though it’s 1967 and the world is up past its elbows in conflict and cultural disassociation, Expo ’67 is refreshingly jet-age and perkily idealistic. I can just picture the moonbase.