This morning's newsletter sees Bob Lefsetz use a brief Ann Powers article in the LA Times as a jumping off point for one of his typically entertaining, smart and naturally scattershot mini-disquisitions on the current state of the record industry. Powers' own jumping off point in turn is the Raconteurs' announcement - reported in the UK by the Guardian and BBC 6music - that their new album, Consolers of the Lonely, will be released simultaneously to the public and the press.
"The Raconteurs would rather this release not be defined by its first week's sales, pre-release promotion, or by someone defining it FOR YOU before you get to hear it," according to a press release, which you read in full on their website. Now there's arguably something of a schtick to this - and Jack White, for all his undoubted musical talent, is hardly averse to gimmickry - but the intentions here are pretty laudable, I have to say.
But it poses problems for Powers, who's been the LA Times' chief pop critic for a couple of years now and is generally held in pretty good esteem. Boiled down, her article essentially frames - and partly answers - the question What's the role of the critic in the new information age? She admits that critics' voices are sometimes lost in the online furore and that critics' own adrenal need to be the first with the new opinion, the new party line (opinion scoops, if you will) has been subverted by the web's speed of news and opinion transmission. But she ultimately takes something of a Third Way line, that professional critics will benefit from the new communications technology if they truly engage with them. "But we can -- we must -- view the Web's interactivity as a boon. Musical samples can help illustrate critical points. Dialogue with readers can illuminate our interpretations and make for interesting reassessments."
I'm personally not so sure about that. Her giveaway line is this: "A commenter on Idolator.com who goes by the name "SuperUnison" had a cute name for critics: "the context mafia." That's one family I'm proud to join."
I don't know who this commenter was, but were they ever on the money. Music journalism as my generation and the generation before us know it has all been about the context. Yes, there are musicological texts about pop music, but they're strictly for academics - and for the more inquisitive practitioner. But music journalism has, by necessity, been about the stuff around the music: the lifestyle, the lyrics, the political opinions, the personal travails and on and on. Not that this can't be great, but you need to be clear about what it is.
(I throw in a personal admission here. I used to write a lot about music. You can see an awful lot of it here. I remember grappling with the notion of actually writing about the music in a way which would mean something to non-musicians, but looking back I failed and failed. I was just another context mafioso, albeit a pretty low-ranking one. Paulie Walnuts, at best.)
But before the web, aside from radio, we principally learned about music through words; there have certainly been times in my life when I was reading about far more music than I was actually listening to. How could that not be the case? Obviously radio and the odd free covermount gave us a bit more direct access to the music, but it was always fleeting.
Now that "direct access" to the music is there for the taking. It's not that professional writers like Powers are being drowned out by the hordes, it's that we don't need words to tell us about music at all. We can just fucking listen to it. It's all out there. Knowing context can be useful, and there will always be among is those who seek that kind of information out, but we don't need it as conduit to the music any more. It's hard to predict with any accuracy what will come to pass as a result, but I'll stick my neck out and suggest these:
1. The craft of professional pop music journalism will largely wither; I don't see a future in which a Bangs or a Morley or a Shaar Murray will emerge.
2. The usefulness of an artist's "schtick" - their image, their stance, whatever - will decline; a schtick has to be written about to work.
3. Niche areas always unloved my critics, and hence ignored in the mainstream discourse - and yes, yes, I'm thinking metal here, but you can insert your own hobbyhorse - will flourish.
4. Where it happens at all, discourse about music will happen through the music itself.
It's this last point which I find the most thrilling. I've been very taken recently with the overwhelming amount of bedroom shred/metal guitar playing posted on You Tube. Now of course, there's some narcissism at work here, but at its best you get a sense of a real dialogue between musicians trying to nail a new lick, solo, rhythm part or indeed whole song. Here are a few random examples; I've taken Meshuggah and Meshuggah's genius guitarist-composer Frederik Thordendal as a cue. With all of them, check out out the comments thread.
Two high school kids play the rhythm parts to Thordendal's mesmerisingly complex metal-jazz piece Sol Niger Within.
A young Brazilian does the same in his bedroom.
Likewise bedroom shredder Achokarlos from Spain. (Love that eyebrow action!)
An 18 year old Finn demonstrates his own Meshuggah-inspired composition
Achokarlos again, performing Meshuggah's Combustion.
Now I admit that on one level this is just a bunch of musicians helping each other on, and using the web to do it. But check that last clip. That's the opening track from an album that's been out for less than a month! There's that speed of transmission again. This is, I believe, a paradigm shift; something truly tectonic is afoot here, and I love it.
Powers is right to be worried; The Raconteurs are right to see on opportunity out there. But I'm not sure either grasp how profoundly different the new world is.