Quaudiophiliac

 

 

 

Once upon a time, a record company had A&R people that'd in it who would take a chance, make a decision, used use their gut reaction, sign a group, and see what they could do with it. Okay? That was, oh, whoa, a long time ago. It's not that way anymore. All decisions about who get signed and what happens to the record are made by these drooling little midrange accountants. And everything is based on the numbers campgames in there. And the taste of the accountants is what is ruling the mass media. It's all just the dollars and cents of exchange. And if you wanna make music that you believe in, the chances of doing it on a major label basis are nil, because you're also they're all so frightened. Everybody's there trying to protect their job. And it's easy— it's easier to look like a wise executive by saying no to something if it's just the most minutely fringe-oid in terms of content.

No.

The horrible part of it is the artists who are feeding this ecological chain stop making songs they believe in and start making product that they know will be airable. And they change the style of what they're doing to fit within the narrow framework that is the contemporary accepted norm for suitable, radio-sounding music. And anything that comes outside of that norm doesn't go on the air, you don't hear about it, you don't know about it. Right now there's probably hundreds of artists in the United States making great sounds and great music. You'll never hear it. You'll never find out about it.

Many well-dressed people
In several locations
Are kissing quite a bit
(Yea-ah!)
Later in the evening
Leaves will fall
Tears will flow
Wind will blow
Some rain; some snow
A fireplace maybe
A kiss or two
And down they'll go
But that's the way it goes sometimes
(That's the way)
You just might find yerself in the clutches of some
Wild Love

Mama stroked his dinger
Daddy got a stinky finger
In those days of long ago
(Yeah-ah!)
Later in the evening
She'd complain
They'd refrain
He'd go home 'n hone his bone
A tragic case maybe
But also true
I'm sure you know
But that's the way it goes sometimes
(That's the way)
You just might find yourself in the clutches of some
Wild Love

Now'days you get dressed up
'N later you get messed up
But still you're pretty hip
(Yeah-ah!)
Later in the evening
You'll explain
She'll remain
You're real modern
She's the same
A frantic pace maybe
But who's to say
Where it will go

 

 

Aayaha!

O'Hearn: Say, uh . . . you still bowling?

 

FZ:

There is going to be a six-channel playback of some of the material generated on the Synclavier.

That will be reproduced from a Sony 3324.

All the concerts will have a six-channel P.A. system.

All the musicians on stage will be miked in a way that they can be positioned around the audience. Kind of an interesting special perspective.

Well, it was the idea putting catalog music through a wire, so that you could [baggage] bag it yourself at home, but I was unawared of the limitations of [back] baud rate in telephone transmision,transmission, and there was no way to do a fast dump of something with that kind of a bandwidth.