We’re not allowed to watch the next episode until I’ve blogged about this one and Hazel’s getting impatient. It ought to be easy because I love Doppelgangland, and who doesn’t, but it’s easier to write half-arsed blog posts about episodes you don’t like… an episode you love deserves more. Sadly this one won’t get more. Just assume this is a beautiful and eloquent post about one of my top 5 Buffy episodes!
In reality it’ll be a couple of quotes and a screengrab and a music video that is vaguely related (I have no idea what yet so it may be totally unrelated!)
I’m eleven hundred and twenty years old! Just gimme a frickin’ beer!
Well, other bands know more than three chords. Your professional bands can play up to six, sometimes seven completely different chords.
That’s just, like, fruity jazz bands.
Soft Machine isn’t fruity jazz and I’ve no idea about chords but there’s a lot going on…
So many posts turn into gratuitous Willow love but I just did a post about a Willow episode and didn’t mention Willow… until now
… we start with a dream which is Rules of Buffy #3 – If something doesn’t seem quite right… it’s a dream
… we also have Wesley and the Watchers Council heavies not killing Angel when they had a chance which sort of obeys Rules of Buffy #2 – If you get an opportunity to despatch a particularly nasty demon… don’t, it’ll probably work out fine
we then rattle through a half-decent episode where lots of story happens, which is a relief because the story has been in need of picking up.
Despite that… I can think of nothing to say, so here’s Willow… in her dungarees…
Damon Krukowski (of Galaxie 500*) wrote a very interesting and quite depressing article on Pitchfork, about how sites like Pandora and Spotify remunerate artists. But what can I, as a fan, music lover, listener, do about it – here are some thoughts – they are mine and mine alone, they are off the top of my head and a little muddled.
I hate CDs, I always hated them, they are ghastly little bits of landfill – environmental timebombs. I have vowed to never buy another CD. I still buy records occasionally, for bands I love or for exceptionally beautiful artifacts.
I adore a world where the MUSIC is more important than the ARTIFACT
I adore ARTIFACTS
I want to give money to artists I love
I want a “radio” where I control what I listen to – that is music that I want to listen to but have no desire to own. I want the makers of this music to get some benefit of my listening… but this isn’t the same as the point above.
I love that Spotify allows me to shoot off in bizarre directions, try stuff out, find the obscure and odd.
I believe there is a difference between buying a track and listening to a track on Spotify
I like to buy things – even things that don’t have a physical manifestation.
I love what Kristin Hersh has done using her “Strange Angels” – a bunch of fans who pay a regular amount to her purely to enable her to make music – any perks are a bonus – the main thing is to allow a great artist to make art.
I know that while I can afford to do that for SOME artists I love I couldn’t afford to do it for ALL artists I love.
I don’t want to be a leech.
I don’t believe musicians have a right to fame and fortune and anyone who makes music with that as a goal is probably not someone I’d respect (although I suspect there are many who do).
Kristin Hersh released her last album as a book with a download – I loved that!
I love books.
Kristin Hersh is releasing her next album as a book with a CD – I love that much less.
I love that this new age is encouraging artists to get innovative with how they get music to us.
I love Bandcamp.
I love the idea of a world built on trust and honesty – even if there are people who are neither trustworthy or honest.
I know that people steal music, but I also know they always did.
I don’t go to many gigs these days.
I still buy and wear band T-shirts.
I want to help.
* – Put there on the off-chance someone doesn’t know me arrives here!
…Wesley arrives, Faith and Buffy do the silly hands in the air dancing, a blobby villain gets fritzed and Faith kills a human… and goes bad. Despite all that, it was a bit forgettable… not much great dialog, not a great deal to laugh at, and it’s hard to care.