Showing posts with label Twitter. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Twitter. Show all posts

Saturday, November 12, 2011

How Blues Traveler Writes a Song | John Popper is a pretty cool guy

On the brilliant advice of a friend I posted this past week my old college paper likening Blues Traveler's "The Hook" to a Shakespearean sonnet (#55, for reference). I also tweeted it @Blues Traveler since John Popper had expressed an interest in it. My friend thought he might retweet it and get me some page views. It was a smart move.

Well, John actually got back to me with some fascinating thoughts strung out over the course of ten consecutive tweets, which I've decided to dump for you here so everyone else can get a little insight into how a BT song comes together.

[Note: I've adjusted for tweet separation and spelling errors, but not grammar or style. That's all Popper, baby.]

Wow... I did not know a lot of that!... Intuition led a lot of my feel for respecting & rejecting traditional form intermittently but my desecration of Pachebel was my first aim.

Actually the song was built on the premise of my older brother mentioning that I use too many words in a verse... So my aim was to do the first two verses "normal" & cram way too many into the "3rd" verse (which became the break down).

But the subdivision of rhyme scan into rhyme within a "rhyme" while not perhaps Shakespear's brand of gin, is a practice as old as the hills... Especially with lymrics or iembic scans...actually rap does it alot... But I'd wager most devises have been effected by the Bard... & certainly his ability to take what had come before & innovate is a trademark of every innovater I aspire to...Bob Marley didn't do alot of the "reggae" things we now associate with a genre we give him credit for inventing. Likewise Hendrix broke many of his own rules of the new guitar style he himself was establishing... I expect no less from arguably the greatest master of the english language ever.. But I was really impressed with that report & must now track down sonnet #55... Thanx for that... ;)

For the record, that is two winky faces John Popper has tweeted me.

Your move, Everyone Else Trying to Feel Cool.

Wednesday, November 9, 2011

Shakespeare? Sonnets? Nah, Man. Blues Traveler.

One of the greatest birthday presents I'm giving to myself today (hint hint) is the right to completely brag about Blues Traveler @ing me on Twitter a couple days ago.

A friend of mine commented that his favorite song was "Run Around." I responded that back in college I had actually written a 5-page paper citing the similarities between Blues Traveler's "The Hook" and Shakespearean sonnets in iambic pentameter with a little ABBA Petrarchan bent at the end. And I got an A on it. That friend asked if I was kidding or being serious. I informed him this actually happened, and honestly thought that was it for the discussion.

And it was, for a week or so. Then Blues Traveler tweeted back at me, saying it was an honor. Baller. So, on the advice of my oldest friend on this joyous occasion, I present the most relevant portions of said college paper:




When I first sought a song written in the form of a sonnet, I began with my favorite music and songs that had recently caught my ear. Sadly, it turned out that all of my preferred music was based on syncopated, unrhymed lyrics.

After three days of analyzing everything I could, I threw in the towel on my way to class and queued up some just generally fun music for my own enjoyment–a playlist where every song is based off of the chord progression from Pachelbel’s Canon in D.

Three steps out the door I was struck by the musical equivalent of Shakespeare’s Sonnet 55: “Hook,” by Blues Traveler. By form, it is comprised almost entirely of sonnets; by rhyme, it covers multiple sonnet forms; by theme it is Shakespearean. This is why John Popper sings. “The hook will bring you back.”

The English Sonnet is often referred to as the Shakespearean sonnet, not just because Shakespeare became the most famous poet to utilize the form, but also in that, while earlier English poets had mostly translated and built off Italian originals, Shakespeare was truly innovative in his use of the sonnet, breaking traditions and striving to surpass them.

Of the several rhyme schemes used in English Sonnets, Shakespeare favored the format of three quatrains, rhyming a-b-a-b, c-d-c-d, and  e-f-e-f, followed by a rhyming couplet, g-g. This is the exact pattern by which “Hook” opens. Taken in blocks, the first verse-and-chorus and the second verse-and-chorus are rhymed in this very precise manner.

However, as any drunken undergrad in front of a beer pong table, angrily shouting for someone to put on Four can tell you, “Hook” is most memorable for it’s ludicrously fast second half. While this section does not fit into the form of a Shakespearean sonnet, taking the time to space out the lines by rhyme and rhythm reveals something both fascinating and amusing to the educated listener:

Just as the sonnet has multiple rhyme schemes, so does “Hook.” Throughout what I will call the 'breakdown' in “Hook,” one finds the major sonnet rhyme schemes of a-b-a-b, a-b-b-a, and even a-a-a-a, as well as multiple couplets:
Suck it in suck it in suck it in
If you're Rin Tin Tin or Anne Boleyn
Make a desperate move or else you'll win
And then begin
                to see
What you're doing to me
This MTV is not for free
It's so PC it's killing me
So desperately I sing to thee
of love. Sure but also rage and hate
and pain and fear of self.
And I can't keep these feelings on the shelf
I tried, well no in fact I lied
Could be financial suicide
but I've got too much pride inside
To hide or slide
I'll do as I'll decide
and let it ride until I've died
And only then shall I abide this tide
Of catchy little tunes
Of hip three minute ditties
I wanna bust all your balloons
I wanna burn all of your cities
                                 to the ground
I've found I will not mess around
Unless I play, then hey
I will go on all day. Hear what I say.
I have a prayer to pray
That's really all this was.
When I'm feeling stuck and need a buck
I don't rely on luck
because the hook brings you back…
Why would Blues Traveler make such a break from the Shakespearean sonnet form? For this, one must examine the lyrical and thematic content of both “Hook” and Sonnet 55.

Shakespeare’s Sonnets, as stated, were made famous not just because he himself became famous, but because they were vastly more innovative than what what had come before. Originally, English Sonnets were merely translations of Italian Sonnets, expressly the Petrarchan Sonnets. 'Original' English works up until Shakespeare's time followed along with the major goal of the Renaissance, that is, to mirror Classical works.

In light of this, early English sonnets were flowery and full of classical imagery, likening lovers unto famous figures and generally producing the 17th Century equivalent of that which is currently read by nineteen year olds in itchy sweaters and horn-rimmed glasses, as they strum sadly on their guitars in Starbuckses across the country.

What Shakespeare did with the sonnet I can only describe as “ballsy,” taking the form as-is while professing his own works and subjects to build off classical models and actually surpass them. In Sonnet 55 Shakespeare describes “the gilded monuments of princes,” marble, statues and edifices as being great, yes, but bound to the death and decay of time. Invoking the classical figure, Shakespeare claims even Mars’ sword and the fires of war will not destroy this sonnet. As Shakespeare says, his lover shall live eternally in the poem, and the poem itself shall last until the very end of time at Judgement Day. To reject the accepted model for an art is one matter, but to openly use it to compare itself poorly with your own work is a powerful statement, and it takes great talent to defend.

This is in fact the message in “Hook.” As Popper sings in the opening stanza:
It doesn’t matter what I say,
so long as I speak with inflection
That makes you feel I’ll convey,
some inner truth or vast reflection.
Yet I've said nothing so far,
And I can keep it up for as long as it takes.
And it don't matter who you are,
If I’m doing my job then it’s your resolve that breaks,
(Because the hook brings you back.)
The verse comprises the first two stanzas of the opening 'sonnet,' while the subsequent chorus completes a couplet. These lines expressly state that it is the job of the singer (John Popper) to say something, but what that something is doesn’t particularly matter as it is the hook of a song–the catchy, repetitive musical bit–that will draw listeners back in.

Furthering their rejection of musical tradition, Blues Traveler invokes in the second “sonnet” the literary opposite of “Hook,” and of course say they are doing exactly that. “To confuse the issue,” they say, “I’ll refer/to familiar heroes of long ago/No matter how much Peter loved her/what made the pan refuse to grow.” Again, the band expressly states that the summoning of beloved heroes is merely a tactic by which to obscure the superfluous nature of everything beyond “the hook.”

Interestingly, this line drives directly into the second verse, which completes the second “sonnet” of the song. Yet by this reading the sentence reads “What made the Pan refuse to grow was that the hook brings you back.” Not a question, but rather a declaration. Pan could face the personification of growing old and cynical, Hook, but he could not admit these realities implied by the notion of the hook itself.

Running into the “breakdown” section, Blues Traveler cements its position against the music of convention. Popper demands the listener, everyone from Rin Tin Tin and Anne Boleyn, ingest the song and understand it, to see what empty copies of the same song over and over do to a truly creative person, the singer and the artist.

The singer condemns MTV and political correctness, willing to sing of love so long as he can sing of “rage and hate and pain and fear of self” as well, the entire human condition. The singer says he has tried to keep silent, but that he no longer can, and though it might be his financial ruin as a popular musician, he must refuse to play “catchy little tunes” and hollow “hip three-minute ditties.”

Popper laments that he may in fact be kidding, and that his tirade was at worst a rant, and at best a prayer to the tastes of his audience. Ultimately, when Popper is “feeling stuck and need[s] a buck” it’s not luck that he turns to but the hook, implying that while Blues Traveler might be better than mere utilizers of the hook and convention, they still depend on these features for the foundations of their livelihood.


Many mornings, I wake up with a song stuck in my head. Usually it’s something I recently listened to, but sometimes not. Often I wake up with “Suck it in, suck it in, suck it in...” in the back of my head, likely because the firsts few sounds I heard while waking fit that quick repetitive pattern. That’s catchy. That's a hook.

I like “Hook” because of the rhyme scheme. I like it because of the enjambment–now that I know the word for it–in the breakdown–and I like the anti-pop mentality, but I wake up singing songs like this because of the hook.

By rhyme, theme, and form “Hook” is the 20th Century descendant of Shakespeare’s more self-touting sonnets, namely Sonnet 55. Matching modern lyrics for bounce and innovation, perhaps this explains the morning where half asleep I find myself reciting “To be, or not to be” over and over in the shower. Shakespeare has his own hooks.

Sunday, July 10, 2011

Google+ Is Pepsi For People Who Hate Coke


So I feel like I've used this enough to give a not-quite-knee-jerk reaction to this doodad.

You arrange people you want to follow into different "circles," and you don't have to even mutually friend a person, so I have a circle for High School Friends and another for College Buddies and a completely separate one for "Cartoonists I've Never Or Rarely Met." So it's like Twitter, in that I can subscribe to your posts without your express permission (though you can obviously affect the visibility of your posts as you post them.)

Essentially, it's being called Facebook for people who don't like Facebook (the company). Eventually, you'll be able to sign up for this service the same as Blogger or Google Calendar or any of Googles other services just by turning it 'on' with your Gmail account.

You can post text of any length, already format it with BOLD italics and strikethrough, and then explicitly state (every single time) who gets to see it. You can also use Gchat straight from your feed, group video chat, and group chat in "Huddle," so you can plan things without having to text everybody back-and-forth.

So here's my official review:

Why?

Nothing here is new. At all. There is literally no reason for any of this. It innovates nothing. It adds nothing. The only real benefit of this is for people who dislike Facebook. You love circles? Yeah, I did too. A year ago, when Facebook introduced them as "Lists."


You see that? Facebook has had that for a year already. You can view your feed just for that list just like G+. And You know what else? You can make posts visible to only those groups.
 


Oh, but you hate how Facebook defaults to sharing everything with everybody?


SO DOES FUCKING GOOGLE!

"But it's so much easier to share with just certain groups on G+!" Are you fucking retaded? (Sorry, "differently tarded.")


 It's been right there since you complained about it the first time. And you can change the defaults just like Google copied. Actually, Google+ has fewer privacy options for posts, and even fewer on their settings page.

Here's what Google+ is: It's a long-form version of Twitter, where pictures, video and links don't need shortlinks. Google+ is Twitter without a character limit.

Here's the difference between Facebook and Google+:
  • Google+ doesn't have apps yet
  • Google+ isn't social in that you can share something to another person's feed, only share with only them through YOUR feed.
  • Facebook won't have video chatting until they get theirs working over Skype in a few months.
  • G+ has all the chatrooms AIM must have sold off in 2001 for being useless.

Reasons to Get Google+
  • You hate Facebook but NEED to be social in order to contact people via the internet.
  • You want to video chat without using a Mac, iPhone, Droid, other smartphone, Tinychat, Stickam, Skype, Yahoo, an IM client or any of the other services expressly designed to do that expressly. You know, including Gchat.
  • You want to be able to message people without that pesky problem of having to use the Private Message service of every other social networking app, and would rather all such messages appear in your Gmail inbox, assuming of course you only have a single email address and not, say, eight of them like anyone else under the age of 35.
  • You would prefer shuffling between G+ pages for chat, video, email, sharing, photos and you 3 other email addresses to leaving open one window each for mail, facebook, and maybe Twitter. THREE active browser tabs? What are we? Bajillionaires? I gotta PAY for those bytes, brother.
  • You are a Google Faboy.
That's about it. If you love Google then, by all means, Download the G+ Android app to your Nexus 2 and wait for all your (likely 2) friends to get into the beta and start sharing pictures using the facebook to G+ photo transfer tool.

That's right, Google+ depends on facebook for the time being to get you interested.

And so far, that's how I've given out every invite I've given. (All three of them.) Facebook.

But go for it, Google. I mean you buy or create a version of every other Most Successful Service, why not through one more in the mix. I'm sure you'll get a few thousand people who exclusively use your product because they think a billion dollar information conglomerate  is more trustworthy to hold personal data than a dedicated social network with seasoned legal teams constantly reverting their fuckups.

After all, someone has to hate Mob City notifications that much. (And lack the knowledge to click the 'block app' X button.)

Wednesday, June 1, 2011

A Red-Letter Day in the Twittersphere

So apparently hilarious singer-lady/hot-stuff Amanda Palmer is supporting the hashtag "FuckPlanB." It has something to do with being proud of our dreams and following through, or at least not getting bogged down with the sad truth that most of us likely won't live out our original Plan A life.

Actually, fuck you guys. My childhood Plan A was a lawyer or a particle physicist until I learned I liked thinking and arguing, but not–you know–math or legal procedures. Now I'm a professional writer and I'm way more badass than 98% of the accountants out there. (Actuaries are kind of hardcore, actually.)

Anyway … I've dug Ms. Palmer since I heard "Do You Swear to Tell the Truth, the Whole Truth, and Nothing But the Truth?" It's also the only song of hers I've heard, but it's awesome and there's like three song names in that one title, so I consider it a full EP, at least. I also this year found out that she is married to writer Neil Gaiman, which completely explains why he's just 'randomly' in her short film homage to epic muppet movie The Labyrinth.

Well, I don't follow either of these cool kids on the Twitters. Actually, I follow hemi-nocturnal nerds who draw comics and frequently have no idea what's going on in other counter-circles. Questionable Content's Jeph Jacques, for example.


This was kind of a double-win win for me. How'd I manage the D-W on this? First, I got the reply tweet by someone more famous than myself. Then I nailed the response from one of my favorite artists. I already got a couple from Danielle Corsetto of Girls With Slingshots, but Jeph was kind of the one to usher me into webcomics outside Penny Arcade and Megatokyo.

Then I got a Triple-Win(!) when some dude retweeted me and called me "Genius," so that was nice. Guess I gotta find a new favorite famous person to get tweeted at, but that's a downside I'm pretty happy to have to deal with.

Friday, September 17, 2010

On My Continued Stardom


Today, through achieving excellence in hilarity, I was retweeted on the Twitters by Matt Boyd, the writer behind one of my favorite now-defunct webcomics, "Mac Hall." (Along with the same artist, Ian McConville, the two now do the awesomely styled "Three Panel Soul.")

How did I achieve this terrific feat?

I responded to his tweet, "'The Means of Production' is the only socialistic name I can think of for my penis."

Socialist names I came up with for my penis:
  • "Opiate of the masses"
  • "To Every Woman According to Her Need"
  • "The Superstructure"
I'm particularly proud of that last one, though Matt seems to have liked "Opiate of the Masses."

So far the running Twitter Tally also includes Dave Willis, Danielle Corsetto, Ingrid Michaelson, and–apparently–the entire Asperger's Community. Now I just need Nathan Fillion and The Situation.

Wait, strike that last one. I already got the Asperger's thing.

Thursday, September 9, 2010

On Teen Celebrity

I heard recently that at any given moment Justin Bieber takes up 3% of Twitter. And you know what? I don't even care anymore.

I'm making a new rule: I refuse to feel threatened, titillated, or otherwise acknowledge in any way a cultural significance conveyed by any person whose voice hasn't dropped yet.

Selena Gomez talking about the environment? Nope. No credibility. Miley Cyrus? Sorry. 'Nother few months before you matter, kid. Bieber? let's see if you still sing as pretty when your balls grow out and you no longer sound like a Roman castrate.

Granted, Bieber could totally turn out like that Zach Efron kid and get a six-pack, a movie with Mathew Perry and Vanessa Hudgens. Though, somehow I see Bieber more as the Mormon schoolgirl type. Not to date, I mean I just see him as a Mormon schoolgirl.

Wednesday, August 18, 2010

On Justin Bieber

Justin Bieber, in addition to a 3D concert movie, is starring in a bio-pic of himself. He is also "writing" a memoir.

Honestly, at 14 or whatever, what do you really have to put into a biography?

On the other hand, you're 14 or whatever, and you've become a millionaire after people discovered your "good" singing on YouTube and you became famous. That's pretty much every American teen's dream.

But maybe I shouldn't say shit. I mean I'm not famous, after all. Oh yeah, and the last guy to talk shit about Bieber's friend had to shut down his mobile account after Beiger tweeted "Call me" followed by the kid's phone number, resulting in 26,000 texts.

Which, incidentally, violates Twitter's Terms of Service and is sparking a "Suspend Bieber" hashtag movement. Excellent.

Sunday, August 1, 2010

Of Scale and Strata

I've been trying to figure out the crazy, rock-paper-scissors-like rules for who beats who when it comes to internet networking.

Clearly the Twitterverse encompasses the most area, being comprised of every opinion everyone has all the time, plus what they had for lunch.

Beneath that lies the Blogosphere, full of satellite sites and other rants that are longer and far less interesting.

Then there's YouTube, because it's just you, and Facebook because it doesn't even have limbs or a torso to work with.

I was trying to place print media somewhere in there, but the only mental image I could conjure up was a coffin buried beneath YouTube's feet.

Sunday, June 6, 2010

Of Twitter and Autism

This is why there should be living people paid to manage Twitter-bot accounts.

(Which, incidentally, you should pay Dean McGowan to do if you are a local business or celebrity.)

Saturday, May 1, 2010

On Cars

I mentioned yesterday that my friend's car broke down. That's true. In fact I was tagging along during his Chinese delivery route at the time.

As it turns out, the car just overheated and burned through the radiator hose, so coolant leaked everywhere. The repairs were free and it's only costing my friend an oil change, but here's the thing: my friend doesn't even have Twitter, but because I mentioned it three different people called or texted him to make sure he and his car were fine. Which I had mentioned. Which leads me to believe I was correct in surmising 80% of the people on Twitter don't understand that Twitter was made to be unidirectional conversations.


Anyway, we realized something about car repairs: more than half the time the "check engine" light turns on it's because you need to check the light and not the engine.

Honestly, no one even considers it any more. It's the automobile that cried wolf.

They should just go ahead and replace the "check engine" light with a giant light-up dollar sign, that way when you see it you'll know, "Oh, okay, I'm going to have to spend a shit-ton of money now. Alright."

Thursday, April 22, 2010

In the Spirit of Jack Handy II

I'm sick so I'm not even going to try to think up something new and witty. Here's some thoughts from my Twitter that didn't quite pan out into full blogs:




  • Getting in shape and getting fat are exactly the same in that after a while you start to find parts of your body that weren't there before.

  • I want a "LIVELONG" bracelet. It's only for healthy people with no threatening illnesses who won't likely die soon. Also it's for Vulcans.

  • Outside college, pajama or "loungewear" bottoms are not an acceptable replacement for real pants. Neither are they a proper substitute for underwear.

  • I saw an internet video of a dog in zero-gravity and asked myself aloud, laughing, "Why would you DO that?!" Accidentally described whole internet.

  • Brendan Fraser, I know I say this every time you come out with a new movie, but Brendan Fraser, please stop making movies.

  • I'd be more inclined to use marijuana if you could just chew the damned stuff. And if it tasted like a brownie. Or was a brownie. You know what, forget the weed and just get me a brownie.

  • I went to the mall looking to get new glasses, but the selection sucked, so I wandered the mall and found a $20 bill on the ground in the middle of the floor. Then I watched an MTV T.V. pilot for the Nielsen company and got $15. Basically, I think God wants me to be unemployed.

Tuesday, March 30, 2010

In the Spirit of Jack Handy

Whenever I use Twitter, I usually ignore the ability to "Favorite" my favorite tweets because I

A) don't have very witty or interesting friends,
B) am fighting my compulsive habits to collect and horde digital information, and
C) have a slight grudge against using "Favorite" as a verb.
That said, I sometimes use this ability to mark off times when I get reply tweets from relatively famous people (Ingrid Michaelson, Lauren Leto, Danielle Corsetto, etc).

Mostly, however, I just use it to mark down my brilliant, Jack-Handy-like ideas for later. Here are some of them:

  • "I think the physical health benefits of drinking Miller's MGB 64 are offset by ordering a beer that makes me look like a fucking pussy."
  • "Has anyone else ever noticed that Mahmoud Ahmadinejad looks remarkably like every third player on a European soccer team?"

  • "Bisexuality is a lot like veganism. It's great if that's really who you are, but fuckin annoying if it's just for attention."

  • "We live in a wonderful time. Most Sci-Fi movies indicate we've either missed the apocalypse or it's a full generation away."

  • "American Apparel ads do not make me want to wear American Apparel clothes. It makes me want to sleep with American Apparel models."

  • "Some people have over-active bladders. I just have an overwhelming urge to stand in front of porcelain."

  • "Those who call beer pong "Beirut" are the same people who call soccer 'futbol.'"

  • "If you practice kissing in a mirror you will never miss, but you'll never learn to tilt your head either."

  • "It bothers me that there are 11 tracks on Pearl Jam's 'Ten.'"

Wednesday, January 28, 2009

On Twitter

I refused to get a Twitter account for a while, mostly because I prefer my mobile phone to be a phone and not a uselessly tiny computer. I finally caved after I learned that the entirely fictional cast of a webcomic I buy shirts from all had their own accounts which one could follow if one had one's own account.

After friending 9 fake people, one website, three webcomic artists, and 2 of my friends who no longer utilize it, I got my own Twitter.

Now I actually like this thing. The only thing I'm still uneasy with is the present-tense verb "Tweet." I would tweet if this were Tweeter, but it's not; it's Twitter. I should be twitting. I could Twit on the toilet whilst I shit. This of course could never be a marketable catch-phrase, as it inevitably leads to the past-tense phrase "I twat."