I just watched Eternal Sunsine Of The Spotless Mind again. It’s MUCH less confusing the second time, and even more amazing than I’d remembered.

While going through my downloaded MP3s I heard three albums good enough that I want to buy them:

• Living Things . Black Skies In Broad Daylight
• Pelican . The Fire In Our Throats Will Beckon The Thaw
• The Duke Spirit . Cuts Across The Floor

Obviously local record stores won’t have these (and if they did, it’d be $28.99 a pop), but Amazon has them for a decent price ($13 for the Duke Spirit, but the Living Things disc is $24). I checked eMusic…nothing. No hits. Nada. Maybe it’s time to check out Yahoo’s music service.

[update] I just tried signing up for Yahoo’s music service. Only available in the US. That’s great. Yahuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu-seless.

#1 movie at the box office last weekend: The Dukes Of Hazzard. Rotten Tomatoes rating: 17%.

Two movies released Friday that are sure to make the top five this weekend: Deuce Bigalow: European Gigolo (RT: 10%) and The Skeleton Key (RT: 38%).

I guess I just answered my own question: Hollywood keeps making shit because people will keep going to see it.

C’mon, film festival, restore my faith in the medium.

As long as people will accept crap, it will be financially profitable to dispense it. -Dick Cavett

Friday Saturday cat blogging anyone?

Pretty good day so far. It started well: one of my favourite things to do on Saturday morning is roll out of bed, flop on the couch, switch on SportsCentre and read the paper. Michael made up for a night of not bugging me by lying right in my armpit while I tried to read. Cute, but inconvenient.

I met T-Bone at Eggstasy (the new one on Bay, not the old one on Church) for breakfast, and I’m surprised either of us could move after. I had french toast — six pieces of it — and a pile of apple crumble in the middle. real maple syrup too.

After breakfast we wandered around, hung out, picked up a few things, and strolled up through the annex (past my old apartment at Dupont & Spadina). We were hoping to burn off enough breakfast to make room for some ice cream, as we wanted to check out Madeleines. As we sat there, eating our treats (my dish of crème brûlée was good, but they gave T-Bone maple walnut and insisted it was almond mocha) we saw our friend Duarte walk down the street, swigging his water and digging on his iPod. Anyway, it was good to spend that time with T-Bone. She’s recently finished sixteen weeks of jury duty on a murder trial so brutal I can barely imagine it. I’m glad she’s back.

After going our separate ways at the subway station I stopped in at Harry Rosen where two new suits have been waiting since before I went to Europe. There some mixups with the sizes, but I’ll have them in my hot little hands by the end of the week. A few errands on the way home, and now I can relax and read for a few hours before I get down to work.

It’s official. My brother has become euro-trash.

Not even the deliciously bitchy ladies over at Go Fug Yourself could find fault with my girlfriend and her ribbon yesterday.

Sigh.

I downloaded my first MP3 back in 2000. I’d just gotten a new computer with a 4x CD-RW, and had big plans for my music collection. I wanted to try this Napster thing that I’d been hearing about, to see if I could find a few songs that I’d always liked but hadn’t bothered to by the CDs. I also wanted to rip songs from a few discs that I didn’t really like and sell them. Big plans.

I ditched Napster for AudioGalaxy, and my habit really took off. Not that I was one of those indiscriminate downloaders that would slurp anything and everything; I only downloaded albums that I’d heard about, stuff by bands that I kind of liked but wanted to be sure about before dropping $20 on a disc. See, up to this point I would only buy a CD if I was sure I’d like it; once in a while I’d take a chance on a new band based only on a review or advice from a friend, and that yielded some really great finds, but it also yielded a bunch of crap that took me to used CD stores a couple of times a year. Now, using AudioGalaxy, I could download an entire disc; if I liked three or more songs, I’d buy the disc. If not, I’d just keep the songs I liked and delete the rest.

So here it is, five years later. Both Napster and AudioGalaxy are dead. I no longer listen to the radio or watch any of the “music” channels on TV. Most of my music recommendations from blogs and a few sites offering sample MP3s, and my MP3 player has become my primary source of listening; my CDs are stacked like cordwood in shelves, never taken out of their cases. Some day I’ll sell them.

And yes, I download music using filesharing programs. I let people upload them too. Here’s how I justify it:

1. Last year I bought 40 CDs. The year before that I bought over 60. That’s not many by some standards, but I know that the majority of the public doesn’t buy a CD a week. If the average CD costs $20, that means I spend $800 – $1200 a year on CDs alone. I can guarantee you that I would have bought less than half that many had I not been able to download & preview them before buying. In the last year I’d estimate that downloaded & kept maybe 100 songs using filesharing, so call that ~10 CDs worth. So I gave record labels $100 more last year because of filesharing than I would have otherwise.
2. The recording industry has been screwing fans (not to mention the artists…but that’s for another post) for too long. The album format has been robbing us blind for years; how many of us stupidly bought CDs because we liked one or two songs, and when we got home discovered the rest of the disc was crap? I’ve traded or sold nearly 200 CDs since I bought my burner, and god knows how many before that. Assuming I paid $20 apiece and got $8 for it on resale, I paid more than $2,000 for the privilege of storing a CD that I only liked 1/10 of.
3. Now that the electronic options – iTunes, eMusic, Rhapsody, etc. – are there I’m happy to use them, but so far the selection is shit unless you want the same top 40 pap you hear on conventional radio. So that’s not really an option yet either. Thus, I’m still using filesharing.

Here’s a perfect example of what I’m talking about. For 2 or 3 years I’ve been waiting for Bob Mould to release an album called Body Of Song. He’s been talking about it forever, and I’ve been waiting with baited breath as it promised a return to form after his forays into electronica with Modulate and LoudBomb. Finally, in the spring of this year the MP3s leaked a month or two ahead of the album release (Bob railed against it here and then posted feedback here). I didn’t download it from the dodgy websites, but I picked it up a few days later once it reached the filesharing networks. As you can see by this post from May I fully intended to buy the disc anyway; I just couldn’t wait to give it a listen.

But there was a problem: I didn’t like it. It wasn’t bad, it just wasn’t my thing. Not surprising; pretty much every band/artist that I like had released a disc I just wasn’t into. Anyway, there were only three songs that I thought were good, and the rest ranged from not bad to…well, vocoder. I know I wouldn’t buy the disc, so I kept three songs and deleted the rest. Normally this would conclude my business with a particular disc, but since Bob pretty much funded it himself (and I have a lot of respect for the guy) I went to eMusic and downloaded the three songs I like. It’s one of the very few times a “legal” music download site has had the music I was looking for.

As for the RIAA, the CRIA and the rest of the industry stiffs, they can blow me. They’ve gotten fat and happy by being the only game in town, and now they’re buggy whip magnates railing against the advent of the automobile. Yes, there are people who abuse filesharing networks and never buy anything; they’re the same people who were too cheap to buy anything before and always just taped (or burned) everything off their friends. But the industry is painting someone like me, who buys more now because of filesharing, with the same brush that they use to paint these guys because they take the simplistic view that downloading is baaaad. Given half a chance they’d sue me.

Time to put them out to pasture. Time for things to change.

Not having a cell phone I sometimes feel like part of some overlooked minority. Almost everyone I know has at least one phone. Christ, even my father has a cell phone. Not I.

I had one. Between 2000 and 2002 I used it constantly (especially when work was picking up the tab), but I started to get annoyed with it after a while. It felt like a leash. Once I stopped hanging around with people who had it surgically attached to their faces, I just didn’t need one anymore. I sit next to a phone all day at work, and I have a phone at home, so there’s very little time left in the day when I’d need a mobile. And to be frank, they kinda get on my nerves. I don’t want to know what you did last night, lady, so stop bellowing it for the whole subway car to hear in the precious few seconds of coverage you get around Rosedale station. Granted, I have a Blackberry, but they’re obviously much easier to ignore and less obtrusive during use.

$10 says that if you have a cell phone and you have someone take it from you for a week, by the end of the week you won’t miss it at all.

As it happened, I’d downloaded the new Sons And Daughters disc The Repulsion Box the day before my brother saw them live and recommended I see them in Toronto next month. I thought their first EP — Love The Cup — was ok; this new one’s a little better. It’s right in that spot where I like 4 or 5 of the ten songs…so do I buy it?