Wednesday, June 13, 2007

Personally, I Blame the Transistor

...or rather, I blame the transistor radio, cranking out newly portable tunes over those funky solid state electronics. The audacity of those engineers, I mean, really. By shrinking the size and power requirements for signal amplification, they made it so you could truck those things around anywhere, getting them out of the staid family room into the car, away from Mom and Dad's watchful eye. When the Japanese got their hands on the technology in the early sixties, the price of a transistor radio dropped to $20 (less than an iPod in 2007 dollars), it opened the door to what companies needed to get filthy rich: high turnover of content, monopolistic control of its release, and marketing directly to young people. We all heard too much of the case against radio distribution in the Napster days, but in its time, radio put the idea of creating demand on the map.

Now, I like the Beatles, I really do. I like how their songs range from lightweight and happy, to lightweight and serious (like scowling kittens). Yeah, they wrote well, and I've even been almost convinced a time or two that they wrote brilliantly, and sure, they had an interesting group dynamic, and they moved along with their times, blah blah blah, but by the Jesus they were bigger than, they revolutionized music like George Lucas revolutionized science fiction. They repackaged old ideas with an admittedly novel spin and with broader range (than some), but I see their outsized legacy as much as a function of luck and timing than anything.

They had the indescribable good fortune of providing a product when America was hungry for it, lucky enough to have a manager who had already packaged it. They were just in time to take advantage of widespread youth-oriented radio distribution, and just in time grab the American television audience as the post-war generation came into consuming age. They had savvy marketers, and they were smart enough---and yes, good enough musicians--to keep updating their image and their material. They were fortunate enough to be white. Not bad for a good-time Hamburg bar band. But on the other hand, when serious people debate the genius of the gang that sonically smirked through "Love Me Do" with the bunch that harmonized "Help Me Rhonda," then maybe that's a little telling.

The fortieth anniversary of Sergeant Pepper's Lonely Heart's Club band passed without much notice from me. There was some necessary (and only somewhat eye-rolling) hagiography on NPR, the requisite contrarian (but surprisingly even-handed) Slate article, and you know, I was mostly okay with it. I mean hey, I wasn't there. But even gentle Keifus has a limited tolerance for hero-worship. It was good and all, but constantly calling it the most brilliant musical composition evah is a little tiring. When American Idol contestants hashed out the old legacy, it didn't feel inappropriate. (If AI is anything, it's about recapturing that radio distribution model.) This weekend my daughter's fourth grade class is singing Sgt. Pepper (the song) as part of their year-end musical show, and that seems to capture the happier spin the Beatles sought even behind their deeper efforts. Yeah, that suits me just right.


P.S. You wouldn't believe what you can write a thesis on these days.


twiffer said...

i'm rather certain it's not the only thesis on that topic.

on the rest of it, yeah. the beatles are to music what sam adams is to beer. good, but just a taste of what others are doing better. however, very approachable.

besides, pink floyd's meddle is the bestest album evah.

Keifus said...

"One of these days I'm going to [mumble mumble mumble]." What a great tune. I'm sure I've owned Meddle at some point or other, but it's not on the shelf, and for some reason I can only bring to mind two of the tracks. (Maybe I should order it.)

Good analogy. (Better than mine with George "the good one I didn't direct" Lucas.) I should buy some beer this weekend, too.

twiffer said...

go pick up a pack of hookers!

ah, that never gets old. good beer too. oh, and the lyric is "one of these days i'm going to cut you into little pieces...". echoes is my favorite track. the weakest is san tropez. oh, and seamus is on it too. love that one. great album.

Keifus said...

Don't have 'em up here, but I'll be heading to CT tomorrow as it happens, so maybe I can make a score. Don't know if I've ever tried a hooker before, to be honest.

Maybe I'll steal Meddle from one of my friends. It's even possible I'd be stealing it back.

twiffer said...

hmmm...they are available in MA. go for the IPA though, since it's summertime. come fall, they should have the next batch of porter and dopplebocks available. those are some fine, fine brews.

fmbox= er, a radio?

ps: fucking blogger...i can't put a target attribute? what the hell?

LentenStuffe said...

Twiff's right there. And as far as I'm concerned they're all amateurs compared to Tom Waits ... the Beatles is only a step above elevator music!

hipparchia said...

nope. no targeting. not in comments, anyway. i keep trying that myself.

fvyolfo i'm not going to say it. i'm trying to be nice today.

Keifus said...

Ah hell, what happened to my reply?

I caught parents and grandparents alike singing along to Sgt. Pepper at the kids' show. Maybe that says something...

[There was an Elvis segment too. Along with his hip-swing, his fourth-grade avatar threw in some break-dancing. It was great. My uncle was an Elvis fan fifty years ago or more. Evidently, it drove my grandfather predictably batshit.]

As for Tom Waits, I just don't know. My one brush with his singing seemed to show more heart than voice, but a handful of people whose sensibilities I greatly respect can't get enough of the guy. No doubt I'll check him out again sooner or later.

I'm missing what's meant by targeting here, but as for the word verification thingie, it's enough that I can sense the thought...

Oh, and no hookers this weekend. Tried some Long Trail IPAs however (which somehow I hadn't tasted before), and found it very nice indeed.