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Confessions of a Photographer…


Jack of all Trades…

Jack of all Trades
King of None

That’s pretty much me, right there. At least if I’m to say so myself. If you ask me what I can do, I will say that I am a decent writer, a decent musician and a decent photographer. I can draw a little, too. But if you ask me what I’m a master of, I’ll look at you and shake my head.

In retrospect, maybe I should have stayed with just one thing. If I had specialized in, say, music, I could have been an awesome songwriter. I’m sure of it. But most of my energy went elsewhere. If I had concentrated on photography only, I would have been amazing. But my interests have been spread out.

One could argue that I am better at what I do, because of my dabbling in many similar or at least somewhat related things, and I would tend to agree. But still, part of me wonders what if.

However, I would like it to be known, that I have no regrets. I am proud to be a multi-artist. Yes, I realize that there will be others who are better than me at everything, but if I can create something that other people will take pleasure in, whether that be a song, a book or a photograph, then my mission is done. I did not set out to be the best in the world at what I do, but I did set out to make some kind of impact. That’s all.

Later, I’ll talk about managing all of these creative impulses.

I Wish, I Was … #2

For just a single day, I would like to be Iggy Pop. The Godfather of Punk. A living legend with an active recording career going back to 1969. I would have done it all many times over and never sold out in the name of money. Not that I would feel a need to talk about any of that, really. I did the drugs and lived the rock ‘n’ roll lifestyle, so what.

Maybe I would give my old friend, David Bowie, a call and see if he’d be up for a jam-session. Or maybe a thrown-together club gig in Berlin. And if Bowie didn’t have time to play, I’d just take my guitar and play a while on some sidewalk, somewhere. But no matter what, I would definitely play some music. How could I not?

But for a while, I would just walk around in that gangly body of mine. A body that has seen so much punishment but which still works better than many other bodies of the same vintage. I’d stop at a decent, but not too posh restaurant. Being Iggy, I would be able to do all of that without a million bodyguards or fear of being stalked to death by paparazzi. In spite of the name, he is not a pop-icon who will be featured in the next issue of People magazine, where they will wonder who he is secretly dating. Iggy is a wild one. As in untamed and free from bullshit. I would feel what that would be like. I wish, I was Iggy Pop. Just for a day.

Pay What You Like for Music

In the current (September) issue of Wired Magazine, the cover story is about the re-invention of the music industry. How some artists and other industry pioneers are experimenting with giving the public more control, more freedom and supposedly more fun, focusing less and less on selling albums and more on generating interest and thereby support for the artst. I think it sounds great, and it gave me an idea.

Suppose you got a song through a download service, such as iTunes. Suppose you didn’t pay anything up front either, but that you later had, or were simply encouraged, to rate the same song from 1-10 and then pay $0.10 per point given. That way, you would end up paying ten cents if you didn’t like the song (let’s call it to cover the bandwidth used for downloading it) and all the way up to one dollar, if you absolutely loved the song.

Now, I realize that this way of selling music would rely heavily on the customer’s honesty, and I’m sure some would take advantage of it and never rate the music at all. But I believe that most people are good people, who wouldn’t mind paying an average of maybe $0.50 per song, who’d be honest in their ratings and enjoy this way of buying new music.

And what if we take this one step further? Imagine that users, along with the rating, can give feedback to the artist, such as why the song is only rated a 3 or will always remain a 10. This would greatly benefit everyone involved. You could even post the ratings/comments on the song’s download page (with optional moderation from the band perhaps), so other people might get an idea of what the song is like.

Now, with yet another step, it would be fairly easy to develop a feature that allowed for recommendations, based on ratings you’ve given, matched to what others have rated. You could even turn it into a community thing and deal out free songs to the most active reviewers and whatnot. And why not build in a feature that made it impossible to download more than, say, five songs at a time, before you had to go back and rate some. And you could even adjust that number for customers who have rated many songs, so that someone who has bought a thousand songs can download 50 songs before having to rate, instead of the default five. There are plenty of possibilities.

If someone out there would like to turn this idea into an actual project, website or service, please feel free to do so. Just don’t forget to tell me about it, ’cause I would love to sell my own music that way, and maybe even help out in creating this!

When Boys Play

I went out and bought a cd without having heard a single song from the album. I think, that’s only happened a handful of times in my life, and always only with artists I already know well. Except in the case of Broken Boy Soldiers by The Raconteurs. This was a purchase based solely on an interview article, I had read, and though I had an idea of the style of music, I figured, I’d let myself get surprised.

And let me just say it right away: This is a great album! The Raconteurs have successfully mixed the old with the new here. The album is filed under “Alternative”, but it’s really just good old rock ‘n roll. About as alternative as Lou Reed, if you ask me. Not that the two sound alike, but there are actually quite a few songs on Broken Boy Soldiers that remind me of old rockbands. The title-song itself reminds me of Jefferson Airplane’s style, and several of the other songs, such as Level and in particular Blue Veins remind me of Led Zeppelin. And various other places, I find traces of both The Who and The Doors. There’s even a hint of Beatles in the ending of Yellow Sun.

Still, I wouldn’t call Broken Boy Soldiers a step back in time as such. The boys in the band have managed to take all these elements from classic rock-bands and make them their own. It seems obvious that these guys love what they’re doing, the music itself and possibly even each other’s company. There’s a genuine energy in these songs and it shows.

Finally, I have to compare the obvious: The Raconteurs versus White Stripes. Jack White is part of both, and so the comparison is unavoidable. And the fact that I liked White Stripes was a definite influence in making me buy this album, but the truth is actually, that I like The Raconteurs better. The songs are just a little more melodic, well-played and varied. It is clear that the two are completely different and may even speak to different audiences in the end, but I think that they compliment each other nicely in my music collection.