Howard Levin and The Amazing Urban School Laptop Program

February 8, 2010

As I roll my sleeves up and prepare to really get my students ready for our spring concert, I want to take a moment to reflect on a particularly awesome individual, a man whose vision, discipline, and understanding of the fundamentals of teaching have pushed the limits of technology in education. Also, a really cool guy whom I have had the pleasure of knowing and learning from during my past six years as a teacher – the one and only Howard Levin, director of technology at The Urban School of San Francisco.

If you spend five minutes at Urban, you’ll immediately see Howard all over the place, though you might not know it’s him you’re seeing. Students all tote white macbooks, crowding around one another’s video projects, sharing earbuds to listen to music (both their own and that of their favorite bands), video-chatting one another or silently typing away on a paper. You can’t help but notice how remarkable it all is, and you’re not the only one – Urban is at the absolute leading edge of technological implementation.

The whole thing – the school’s much-talked about 1:1 laptop program, incredible (and incredibly important) FirstClass implementation, custom-designed PCR grade- and course-report database, unbelievably professional student-directed “Telling Their Stories” documentary series, vital and supremely helpful faculty training, student workshops, and even the philosophy that Urban has taken towards technology… all of that is the work of Howard, implemented over the past decade by him and his incredible two-person team. Additionally, Howard speaks at educational conventions around the world, has published a ton of articles, and is one of the most sought-after minds when it comes to tech implementation in the educational field.

I should add that Howard makes all this happen with the help of just two people. Two. Mercedes Coyle, groovy chick and drummer for dot.punto, who interfaces with the kids and gets them the technology (and, frequently, loaners and replacement parts) that they need, and computer-whisperer Igor Zagatsky who is the man behind the curtain who makes Urban tick, and also the guy who built the school’s incredibly robust and flexible local server setup.  If something breaks, Igor will take a break from whatever giant project he’s working on and come make it work – he is as much a part of Urban as the walls, windows, and wiring.

But that’s it – two people. For a school of over 300 students, plus a huge number of faculty and staff… and all those people running over 50 wireless access points blasting around a constant, massive amount of network traffic… wow. That means that Howard, Mercedes, and Igor are overseeing the day-to-day operation of a network of over 400 computers.  And in spite of this, not only does everything work about 90% of the time (which, when you think about it, is insane), they have transcended technical considerations and are focused on how they can actually use this stuff to improve teaching.

Key to this is Urban’s philosophy of “making the laptop disappear.” (the brainchild of Howard, head-of-school Mark Salkind, and, and I’m sure, many members of the Urban administration and board).  If you talk to Howard for even a little bit about the Urban laptop program, you’ll hear him bring up the distinction between using technology to facilitate education and simply “teaching technology.”  It’s a very important distinction, and Urban’s embrace of the former over the latter is the entire reason that the 1:1 program works so well.

In the school’s view, a laptop is simply a tool like any other – pencil, or a notebook, protractor, calculator. Teachers at Urban don’t teach students how to browse the web, or how to type quickly – they teach math, science, music, art, and they use laptops to allow the students to learn those disciplines more effectively, and in a way that fits with how students (and people) think and communicate in the 21st century. That means that laptops need to be totally integrated into daily life at the school, from administration to teachers to students, to the point that lessons and assignments can begin, exist, and be completed online.  It requires a ton of training for teachers to make it work, but work it does, and you’d be amazed at the degree to which laptop actually does “disappear.”

By now, Urban is no longer unique as a laptop school – a huge number of schools nationwide have adopted the 1:1 program that Urban pioneered. But I’d say that Urban still does it better than almost anyone else, and remains at the cutting edge in other ways, too. They’ve installed interactive smartboards in every room, allowing teachers not just to show off sexy graphics and cutting-edge multimedia in their lessons, but to give their students immediate access to all lessons after they have been presented (by far the most useful aspect of smartboards).  What’s more, in-class video capture, as well as Skype and other videoconferencing tech, are letting kids learn and interact in a more global, decentralized way than ever before.

Wow. I still can’t believe I get to teach at this place. And while everyone here is pretty amazing, but Howard still stands out. With his vision, patience, leadership, and clear-eyed understanding of the fundamentals of teaching, he’s led an entire school to the bleeding edge of the 21st century and shown us what is possible when teachers and students are given the knowledge and the resources to embrace technology as a means to education instead of its end goal.


Introducing “Gamer Melodico”

February 2, 2010

It should come as no surprise to most of y’all that in addition to music and whatever other random stuff I write about here, I truly, deeply love video games. I have loved them all my life – from my first experiences with Sierra and Lucasarts point-and-click games at slumber parties in the fifth grade to my jaw-on-the-floor playthrough of 2009’s incredible Uncharted 2, games capture my imagination in a way that few other non-musical things do.

I’ve published my fair share of game posts here on Murfins, though far less frequently of late – it just didn’t seem as though folks who come here were really coming by to hear my latest thoughts on the Rock Band Network, the Canadian Judge from Phoenix Wright, or why Dead Space was better than Resident Evil 5.

But the medium itself is just way too exciting, and the amount of chatter around the internet far too fun and interesting, to forgo writing about games altogether. Even after taking a brief hiatus from gaming earlier this year (which was commemorated in what might be my favorite bad poem ever), I knew I’d be back.  With that in mind, I decided to start up a separate blog to talk about all things game-related, and thus Gamer Melodico was born.

I asked my good friends Dan Apczynski (one of the singers on The Exited Door and an editor for Acoustic Guitar Magazine) and David Tracy (he of the Happy Pants Drawing and his own great illustration blog, Drawing Attention) if they’d also be interested in contributing, and they were down.  And who knows, we may just increase our masthead by another writer or two in the months to come!

Anyhow, the blog is located here, and if you’re into games (or, honestly, even if you’re just a bit curious about them), you’ll probably find something to enjoy. Our goal is to write material that doesn’t shut out the non-hardcore, and veers a bit more towards creativity and humor – goofy songs and weird posts and pictures – and away from long, heady discourse. But there’ll be some of that, too. Everyone loves a good old-fashioned discussion of ludonarrative dissonance.

My most recent post, regarding a (joke) Hipster RPG from BioWare called “Mass Affect” ain’t half bad for an opening shot across the bow.  And, thanks to some very cool linkers (including SexyVideoGameLand’s Leigh Alexander, BoingBoing and another very, very exciting and bit of exposure that’s pending), we’re coming out of the gate swinging.

So, just wanted to tell y’all that I’ll be editing and writing for that blog a lot in the months to come, and urge you to check it out, subscribe, and share your comments!

And of course, I’ll keep on writing Murfins, too. Looks like my bloglife just got busier.

[Update: that very, very exciting bit of exposure I mentioned earlier was that my Hipster RPG post got syndicated by Kotaku, Gawker's gaming site. That's pretty much unbelievably cool. Check it out!)

It's a pretty good title, too, don't you think?


The Music Never Left You

January 27, 2010

Things kind of suck right now, don’t they?  It has become difficult, especially over these past few weeks, to shake the feeling that we are lying in the basin of some vast, vague ditch of malaise, frustration and crappiness – nationally, globally, but also individually.  Everyone seems depressed, and not just because it’s January.

We’ll see if Mr. Obama can get up there tonight for his first State of the Union and make us feel better about things. I imagine that at the very least he’ll make those of us who support him feel a bit better about him, which should in turn make us feel a bit better about “things.” I doubt, however, that it’ll be the spiritual salve that I, at least, am craving.

But I think I know something that could be. I was browsing the Facebook statuses of my friends and fellow musicians when I saw a post by a San Francisco saxophonist I know, Bari Sax-man extraordinaire Doug Rowan, who shared the following:

Everyone that ever played a musical instrument and quit playing for some reason or another should pick it back up again and see what happens.

To which I say: YES. Doug, I love this. “Pick it back up again and see what happens.” Yes. Yes.

Right after I saw that (and wholly unrelated to it), a singer friend of mine shared on my wall that she’d picked up her alto sax again after several years of not playing, and was loving it.  And I realized: that’s it!  We should go for it, we should turn that thought into some sort of unofficial national initiative.

People of the world!

Ex-band geeks, garage rockers! Former dorm-room strummers and lapsed fifth-grade recorder virtuosos!

Hear me, and heed the call!  It is time to pick up your instruments once more!

Seriously, I am talking to YOU.  Perhaps you played an instrument in your high school band, or banged on the bass in a garage punk group in college?  Maybe you sang in the madrigals or were a marching band nerd?  Did you rent-to-own a euphonium, or spend days learning scales on the xylophone? Is there an accordion moldering in a closet somewhere in your house?

If so, go dig that accordion up, dust of those drum cases, re-string that bass, have your folks ship out your old Squire. Find your old instrument and see if it still works, because I’ll bet it does. And more to the point, I’ll bet that you can still work it. Just place your hands on it and see what they remember. You just might surprise yourself.

And sure, you might be utter rubbish, you might give your cat a nervous breakdown. Playing again may remind you why the lip pain, sore fingers, and frustrating metronome bleeps made you stop in the first place.  But maybe, just maybe, you’ll realize how much you loved music, how much you miss it, and you might start to play again.  Find a teacher.  Learn some new songs you like.  Join a band.

I know this won’t solve anything tangible.  It won’t get back any bailout money, or fix the California state budget, or re-hire all the amazing teachers who are going to be let go this year, to say nothing of what it won’t do for the suffering multitudes of the world.

But what it will do is something less quantifiable, perhaps smaller but no less grand – it might allow you to rediscover a part of yourself that you’d forgotten was even there.

You don’t have to sound “good.”

You don’t have to sound like anything at all.

Just give it a try. See what happens.


Welcome to Veridian, America

January 22, 2010

An apple is not an orange. My wallet is not a tree. A truck is not a pair of jeans. And a corporation is not a person. This is not a letter/spirit of the law thing, this is just… true.

If there’s really nothing to be done about Wednesday’s Supreme Court ruling, then it really is just a matter of time until day-to-day life becomes an unfunny version of Better Off Ted.

ABC’s (hilarious) corporate send-up takes on a bit of a new flavor now, doesn’t it?  While the writers get a lot of mileage out of ironically having Portia Di Rossi anthropomorphize a corporation (i.e. “The Corporation would rather you didn’t do that.”), Justices Roberts, Scalia, Kennedy, Alito, and Thomas have just literally anthropomorphized corporations. As if by some black alchemy, they have made them People.

So. Prepare for a world in which every day is casual Fribsday and all scientists (even the funny ones) are evil; where each of us is placed in his or her own cat- or space-themed cubicle and all the stolen coffee creamer in the world can’t set things right.

ABC may be canceling the show, but in a few years, we’ll get to live it.

Welcome to Veridian, America. The Corporation has been waiting for you.


“You’re a Marshmallow, Veronica Mars.”

January 20, 2010

“A Twinkie!”


Hey, “Archer” is Pretty Damn Funny

January 16, 2010

(Archer is a new show that airs Thursdays on FX.

If you don’t know what cosplay is, well… now you do.)


Ten Songs From My Last Decade

January 7, 2010

Just in time for everyone to be done with decade-related lists, I thought that I’d do one myself. For me, the last decade was a period of humongous personal and artistic growth – I began in 2000 a greenie freshman at UMiami, a total jazz snob with a saxophone and not a single clue.  Over the decade, I was introduced to more amazing music than I could have possibly foreseen – during that period of time, the music I listened to affected me more than the music I studied.

This list is far from definitive; it’s not even a real “top-ten,” since I’m sure that just after posting it, I’ll remember something amazing that I left off.  These are just ten songs that had a big effect on me, that changed the way I listened to, thought about, played, and wrote music.  More than that, though, they’re ten songs I dug the most. They are listed in roughly the chronological order in which I heard them.

Maria Schneider – Hang Gliding – from Allegresse (listen)

Oh, how this piece enchanted me and my friends at Miami.  We were so into it, and with good reason – Maria came down to Miami a couple times while I was there to direct the Concert Jazz Band on her material, and not only is she one of the most lovely creatures on the face of the planet (you should see her tai-chi directing), her music is so beautiful, soaring, and dripping with incredible melody that it’s kind of this… undeniable thing. Hang Gliding is, for me, the pinnacle of Maria’s writing – the peaks and valleys are so epic, by the time its 11-minutes are over, I really feel like I’ve been taken somewhere.  When she does the piece live, she tells this story about how it’s based on the first time she went hang gliding. With that in mind, it’s easy to visualize the build-up to flight, the initial leap, drifting in the clouds, etc – it is, at its heart, music about freedom, about flying.  Allegresse can be a tough album to track down, but this piece alone makes it worth the trouble (the rest of the album is pretty great, too).  This recording’s uber-Miami connection, with Greg Gisbert (who is now a Miami trumpet professor) handing his seriously ridiculous trumpet solo over to the that really, really creative tenor playing by UM-alum Rick Margitza… that makes me like it even more.

MUSE – Micro Cuts – from Origin of Symmetry (listen)

Listening to Origin of Symmetry for the first time was like having a window opened in my brain.  And through that window, the rock flowed in. Here was a band making music I could get behind – really strong melodies and really, really ripping hooks, played by three guys… when I heard this record, it was late 2002, and you couldn’t even get the disc stateside.  We were years away from MUSE’s eventual rise to prominence (and, I would argue, fall from total musical awesomeness) in the US, and this little trio with the huge sound was the first band that made me realize that I didn’t want to just play jazz for the rest of my life.  Micro Cuts in particular, with its crazy-creepy verse and EXPLOSIVE chorus, was practically the most awesome thing I’d ever heard.  It still is.

Jeff Buckley – Grace – from Grace (listen)

In terms of where and when I first heard it, this album went hand-in-hand with Origin of Symmetry, so much so that I’m going to ignore the fact that it didn’t come out in the 2000’s.  All the tunes were amazing – I’d never heard anyone sing like Jeff, and Lilac Wine and Hallelujah were both really emotionally draining, beautiful songs.  But the thing that really sold me on Buckley was the title track from the disc, Grace.  It’s got so much going on, and it builds and builds, climaxing in a scream that is so fucking awesome that it, like, switched the part on my hair.  He holds the scream for like five minutes, and that was cool enough, but it’s at the end, when he takes it farther up before taking a breath, that I knew I was hearing something one-of-a-kind.

Joshua Redman – Enemies Within – from Passage of Time (listen)

Josh Redman was a really important guy for me, growing up – he was the first modern sax player I got into (modern meaning post-1965), and if I really had to choose the ultimate Redman tune to list here, it’d be his joyous, incredibly playful introduction to “St. Thomas” on his live record “Spirit of the Moment.”  But while his youth and energy on that recording are really great, “Enemies Within” is a much more refined bit of awesome, featuring some terrifyingly perfect playing, and the most awesome “Pent-Up House” quote I’ve ever heard. I did this on my senior recital, and while in retrospect, I can’t believe I even attempted it, I’ll never forget the tune, or all the time I spent listening to this record.

Me’shell Ndegeocello – The Way – from Peace Beyond Passion (listen)

Speaking of people I got really into in 2003, Meshell is right up there, too.  I believe this is another album that didn’t come out in the 00’s, but no matter – Peace Beyond Passion still ranks as one of my all-time favorite albums, and this tune is a big reason why.  It was the first thing of hers I heard, and in addition to having the absolute most grooving programmed drums I’ve ever heard (they groove almost as hard as Gene Lake does on the rest of the record), it features Mr. Josh Redman, again, ripping it apart with a wah-wah sax solo that is uncharacteristically weird for him, and fits the tune perfectly.  The rest of the album also features Dave Fuiczynski, whose band Screaming Headless Torsos I would’ve included had I had another couple of slots on my arbitraily-decided “top ten” list.  But instead, I’ll just mention that he is good.  Me’shell was the first of my monday’s people I wanted to be, and everything I said there about her is still true.  She is possibly the coolest, most spiritually interesting, musically compelling writer on the face of the planet.

Gabe Dixon Band – Expiration Date – from On A Rolling Ball (listen)

This one, fewer of you are probably familiar with.  So I’m gonna put in a link to buy the song on iTunes.  Comprised of dudes who were a few years ahead of me at Miami, GDB doesn’t exist anymore – Gabe, Winston and Jano are still playing together and making some great music, but the band has most assuredly moved past “Experimental Jazz-Pop” and into “Really, Really Solid Songwriting That Will Pay Bills.” It’s all still great stuff, but doesn’t have the jazz-geek rhythmic virtuosity that made me love them so much while they were still down in UM. This tune, off of the full band’s major-label debut, will always be my favorite. From the beat-displacing intro to Jano’s constant drum hits on 4, through the incredibly epic chorus (listen to the drumming!  He plays like three notes per bar!), and the crazy-pants outro… it’s just an utterly unique song, with a melody that’ll get stuck in your head.  For real, give it a spin.

Rufus Wainwright – Oh, What A World – from Want One (listen)

This tune is on here instead of the four or five other real Wainwright standouts because it was the first thing of his I’d ever heard, and it just blew me away.  I’ll never forget where I was when I first heard it, too – sitting at my desk at the law firm where I worked for a year after moving to SF. I’d gotten the record based on some review I’d read, and put it on my iPod, and as I filed envelopes, listened to it.  And a few minutes later, I was just cracking up, kinda unable to believe what I was hearing… the people in my work area must’ve though I was a complete freak.  But I was loving it so much – the unrestrained grandiosity, the shameless pompousness, the huge orchestra, the hilarious lyrics… to this day, this tune gets at what I love most about Rufus.  He doesn’t take anything too seriously, and as a result, is able to write huge, strutting songs about little things.

The Shins – Pink Bullets from Chutes Too Narrow (listen)

I got Chutes Too Narrow a good three or four months before Garden State came out, so I’m totally that guy who got into The Shins before they were cool.  For approximately five seconds, I couldn’t get into the record, and then I heard “Saint Simon” for the first time, and realized what they were all about.  So why did I chose “Pink Bullets,” instead?  Hang on a sec, I’m getting there.  The music was really great stuff, and I enjoyed it, but was having a hard time understanding James Mercer half the time. So, I turned to the lyrics on their website, and that was when the true magnificence of The Shins, and Mercer’s writing, became clear to me.  I bet that some people make fun of his twisting, poetic language.  Those people are wrong. James Mercer might be one of my favorite lyricists ever, and “Pink Bullets,” a song that imagines two lovers as kites flying and twisting together in the air, is probably my favorite of the bunch. Haunting, and beautiful.  I also love the part towards the end of the video when the cow starts to sing.

Arcade Fire – Wake Up – from Funeral (listen)

The first time I listened to Funeral, I listened to it wrong. I was running, listening on my iPod, and I heard the first few songs, but somewhere in there my headphone plug came a little undone.  So, everything became this crazy mess of sound effects and half-deconstructed beats.  I thought that Arcade Fire had lapsed into electronica or something, and I was being all hilariously critical, thinking, like, “Hmm, interesting choice to deconstruct the beat here… not sure if I love it, though…”  It wasn’t until the end of my run, when I wiggled the plug and suddenly was hearing “Lies” in full stereo that I realized what’d happened.  So, I gave it another listen, and, as was the case for so many other folks, it was when “Wake Up” came on that I realized what a truly special band Arcade Fire was.  Enough ink has been spilled on this song that I don’t have much to add – it’s one of the few times that I’ve felt in-step with the hipper music fans out there.  The song is so orgiastic in its climaxes, so cathartic that even though I don’t totally love when they change the beat up in the last minute or so, nothing could detract from those first three minutes. To have one’s own work held as a high-water mark for all future efforts seems a bit unfair, but I’m not sure the band will ever match this song.

Sufjan Stevens – Come On! Feel the Illinoise!, Pt. I: The World’s Columbian Exposition / Pt. II: Carl Sandburg Visits Me In a Dream – from Illinoise (listen)

I had a similar experience listening to Sufjan Stevens as I did when listening to Arcade Fire – well, except my iPod worked the whole time. I was on a run, enjoyed the first two songs just fine, and then Come On! came on, and I couldn’t believe it.  First off, they were grooving really weirdly and interestingly – playing in 5 was only part of it.. James McAllister’s drumming is so interesting; he leaves a lot of space, and it lets all the wild orchestration of the tune really come out. Chicago totally won my heart, too, and was sort of the “Wake Up” of Sufjan’s album, but this was the tune that I heard and I said… I can do this.  I can totally make an album like this.  And that was a pretty big moment for me.

There are a ton of other songs that should go on this list – a hundred musicians and artists, including pretty much anything anyone I went to school with has recorded, should all be featured.  Alas, I don’t have time to do the top-50 or so that I really would love to share.

Something I’ve noticed is that I don’t listen to as much new music as I used to, that I don’t have the time and energy to dismantle the workings of the new bands out there.  I think that, above anything else, my new decade’s resolution is to seek out new music again, and hope to find ten songs this decade that’ll inspire me as much as the ten on this list did.

It’s a lot to live up to, but I kinda think the songs are already out there, half-sketched little melodies in the head of some composer or songwriter, waiting to be written, waiting to be heard.


My Name Is Jason Bateman and I Approved This Movie

January 4, 2010

Hello everyone! Happy New Year!  I’m back from a very nice, relaxing break, thought I’d get back at it.  Last weekend, I watched Ricky Gervais’ new movie “The Invention of Lying,” and really enjoyed it.  However, there was one thing that struck me as a little odd, and it was to do with the casting.

Basically, the movie is sweet and charming as hell, and has some great performances from its leads – Jenifer Garner is super adorable and funny and Ricky Gervais is great and even busts out the capital-”A” acting chops a bit.  Rob Lowe is also great, and plays that un-self-aware prick that he can play so well.

But dude, the rest of the cast is kind of… an overstuffed mess.  Granted, an overstuffed mess of people I really enjoy, but all the same… without spoiling anything, the film features: Martin Starr, Jason Bateman, Stephen Merchant, Tina Fey, Jonah Hill, Louis C.K., Jeffrey Tambor, Nate Corddry… and when John Hodgman showed up for all of thirty seconds near the end of the film, I was actually getting kind of weirded out.

I was probably just me, but I sorta got the sense that they were parading these people out for us, saying “See? Here’s another hip, funny actor you love!” And clearly the actors were all happy to be involved with something that Ricky Gervais did, but the end result wound up feeling a little …club-y?  Like they were each saying “My name is [Famous Comedian] and I approve of this movie. And of Ricky Gervais in general. And so should you.”

And, of course, I do approve of Ricky Gervais, and all of those actors, but even so, it was a bit much.  And while The Invention of Lying certainly isn’t the first movie to do that, it was the first time I noticed it as much as I did.

Am I alone on this? There’s nothing wrong with it, I guess, but I think I would’ve preferred more selective, focused casting.  Tina Fey, Louis C.K., and Rob Lowe were all great.  Maybe we could’ve done without Tambor, Bateman, Hodgeman, and the rest?  The film itself suffers from a bit of lack-of-focus, too (things get pretty hairy when they tackle religion for fifteen minutes then drop it), so really, the casting shenanigans just contributed to a larger feeling of over-stuffedness, but still, they did contribute.

It’s gotta be hard when you’re Ricky Gervais, and you’ve got half the comic actors in Hollywood breaking down your door to be in your next film. But sometimes it’s best to just say, “Next time, Jason.”

"And I'll write you a role that has more than three lines, too!"


Merry Christmas!

December 25, 2009

This year, for the first time ever, I’m spending Christmas in San Francisco. My folks are flying in today, and Jaegle and The Genius got a tree and everything.

Have a great holiday, everyone! May your travels be safe and your destinations warm, and may they feature at least one loving animal, perhaps a bit older and creaky-er than the last time you saw him, but still very excited to see you.


Avatar Was Pretty Frickin’ Awesome

December 23, 2009

It's actually a lot awesomer than this.

After weeks of mocking the ads, doubting the movie, and marveling at the fanboys, it was time to go see Avatar. So, David, Sonia and I hit the metreon IMAX to see, as David called it, “Ferngully Everquest III: Dancing with Smurfs in 3 Dimensions.”

In an effort to avoid getting there late and having to sit in the neck-breaking front row (which totally happened last time I saw an IMAX movie), I got there 45 minutes early, only to find… that the theater was half-full.  Woah!  (Side note: when you arrive to find a theater half-full, are you still being optimistic?  Like isn’t it more positive to say you saw it as half-empty?  What if the expression was “See the theater as half-empty” instead of “See the glass as half-full”?)

We managed to get pretty good seats, high enough up that the entire screen was visible with minimal neck-relocation.  There weren’t any ads, which was nice (especially considering that tickets were $17), so we got this awesome world-beat “WELCOME TO IMAAXXXXX” video, where the screen described and showed us all the awesome speakerssss and screenssss and stuff, and then… AVATAR.

I of course won’t spoil anything story-related, but dude. This movie was some freakin’ eye-candy the likes of which I have never seen. I had some pretty serious doubts about it – the ads looked silly, and the story sounded trite, it was basically FernGully… but here’s the thing: all of that is totally true, but when you’re seeing it in action, on that screen the size of a parking lot with the ridiculously beautiful 3-D glowing plants and the sizzling bullets just jumping off and shit, and you just can’t help but be blown away by it.

Every time a groaner line of dialogue would make me roll my eyes, they wouldn’t get to half-roll before some crazy wondrous thing would happen onscreen – these insane-o whirlygig glowing nightcrawlers were my favorite – and I’d be bugging out all over again.  Like, there were actually whole scenes of the movie that made my jaw drop, like one of those people in the ads for movies. If you have the option, see it in IMAX – the movie is so impressive-looking that it gives credence to the entire notion of the New Age of 3D Movies.

As Sonia pointed out, several scenes in the film, mostly to do with the Na’avi (those are the huge blue alien people) and their rituals, felt akin to watching the Opening Ceremony at the Beijing Olympic Games.  Just total sensory overload, a voice in the back of your head saying “Dude, how in the hell did they even MAKE this?”

Which was a question I actually asked several times. Whether it was the touch-sensitive, glowing flora, the incredible skydives of a huge red flying pterodactylmonster, or the way that embers and bullets would shoot off the screen at you… it was just ridiculous.  Whatever you may say about James Cameron, the dude’s still got it. And by “it,” I mean “gigantic balls.”

No, seriously, it's really pretty rad.

So, yeah, if it’d been an animated film that came out ten years ago, it would’ve been wholly unremarkable, literally FernGully, the sort of movie where people say “Oh, you know, actually, I really like that movie!”  But it’s not that, it’s Avatar, and it is not, (thankfully!), a spectacle of the handheld “you-are-there” variety that so many filmmakers have become enamored of these past five or so years. Nope, Avatar is a real goddamn spectacle, full of the kind of larger-than-anything-you’ve-ever-seen, balls-out impressive stuff that I wish more movies had.

And it bears mentioning that this isn’t some movie about robots from space or a monster invasion or something… it’s a movie about how people suck and destroy nature, and how important it is to be connected to the world around us.  Which, sure, it’s not There Will Be Blood or anything, but it’s still nice.

Basically, the movie made me feel like I was 14 again, stoked as hell for a big event film and years away from the bloggy, opinionated internet scrooge I am today. That’s something a movie hasn’t done in a long time, maybe not since The Two Towers. I turned off my brain and let the absurdly pretty pictures overwhelm me, and it felt good.


The Urban School Winter Concert

December 15, 2009

Elena "Harmonica" Goldstein

…was totally great!  I thought I’d put up a couple pictures (thanks Howard and Audrey!) and write a little bit about it. I teach jazz at The Urban School of San Francisco, which is a really groovy small private high school in the Haight-Ashbury district.  The ensemble I direct is the younger of two jazz bands, called the Lab Band.

Twice a year, we get to take all of our ensembles (the small chamber ensemble, the Urban Singers, my band, and the Advanced Jazz Band) and do a show at the historic Herbst Theatre on Van Ness.  It’s pretty nutbars that we get to play such a great venue, but each year, it’s felt more and more like my kids have earned their place on that stage. This year was no exception.

I do a lot of writing for my group – for this concert, as with the last two, I arranged all three of the tunes we played.  It’s a really big part of ensemble directing, for me, and I think that having the ability to write specifically to my players’ disparate ability levels goes a long way towards getting the most out of them in performance.  I actually wrote a whole post about my approach after last year’s truly outstanding spring concert.

This year, I have my biggest Band yet (like, they actually almost qualify as a “Big Band”), and I honestly couldn’t believe how well they did – mainly because of my own slow writing process. One of the downsides of writing original arrangements for the group is that  they have to wait until I finish one before we can really learn it.  This year, that meant that my final arrangement for “It Don’t Mean a Thing” dropped on them two weeks before the concert… we’d been playing iterations of the chart, each one with a bit more than the last, but were sill just finalizing things a few days before the show.

And keep in mind, this band has a bunch of students who just started on their instruments!  So, we’ve got trombone and saxophone players trying to digest this part in a matter of days, when they still don’t know how to play all the notes on their instruments… and the ridiculous thing is that they pulled it off! I’m amazed at the resourcefulness.  If the entire year could be as focused and productive as the two weeks before a performance, I can’t even imagine how much we could accomplish.  Maybe the moral here is to perform more often?

Anyhow, they rocked the thunder, and I couldn’t be prouder of them. In addition to “It Don’t Mean a Thing,” we played an arrangement I did of “Summertime” that riffed off of Gil Evans’ famous arrangement for Miles Davis, substituting harmonica for Miles’ harmon mute.  We closed with a funky-ish version of “In Walked Bud.”  Throughout the set, the kids didn’t miss a single beat.

I’m planning on sitting down over the coming holiday break and banging out all of our charts for the spring, as well as one for the Advanced Band, and I really want to take my time with it and get the most out of this huge, great group. Also, this will be our chance to get as weird as possible – clapping is old hat these days, so I think we’ll do some whistling, if I can figure out how to notate it…


Enough. Lady GaGa Rules.

December 14, 2009

The first time I came into contact with Lady GaGa was when she performed on American Idol. Actually, it was in the immediate aftermath of that performance, since I didn’t see the episode, just read about it.  And the whole time people were writing about GaGa this and GaGa that and how she was so crazy, and what’s the deal with GaGa and I had literally no idea who the eff they were talking about.

I was like, GaGa Gabor was there, or something? Where am I?  What time is it?  Why are these kids on my lawn? It was probably the most culturally out-of-touch I’ve felt in a while. Somehow I’d just… missed it.

No longer.  I think it’s safe to say that by now, everyone in the country knows who GaGa (neé Stefani Germanotta) is. She’s got three smash singles, a ton of Grammy nominations, has been co-writing and collaborating with all of the top pop artists in the world (including writing two of the best songs on Adam Lambert’s record), and her live show sounds like it is balls-to-the-wall insanely great.

But still, I hear so many people rag on her, or say that they’re ashamed to like her music, or imply that she is some sort of “guilty pleasure.”  And to these people, I say NO.  She is not a guilty pleasure, that phrase has been misused so much over the past five or so years that we have forgotten its meaning.  Flavor of Love is a guilty pleasure. Twilight is a guilty pleasure. Lady GaGa is a frigging actual artist, a kid who busted her ass in tiny clubs coming up and still busts it every day in service of a bona-fide goddamn artistic vision (and I must emphasize – HER bona-fide goddamn artistic vision).

She writes her own music and has mastered the crap out of  writing a pop hook. She lives her art in a fearlessly weird, sometimes damn ugly, always awesome way. She is so, so clearly just not some product of the LA Studio Machine, not an American Idol winner or a barbie-fied twanger from Nashville.

I’m not sure when, but somewhere along the line it just started to really bug me. People seemed so quick to rush to judgment because she’s so over-the-top, and probably because she’s a girl, and I felt like they completely ignored her real talent, drive, intelligence, vision, and self.

A few of my friends in NY were talking about how they played in a band with another singer who had a similar glam/disco thing going on, and a similar look, who was courted and ultimately rejected by a major label at about the same time that GaGa got signed to Interscope.  They seemed to be of the opinion that if the tides had been different, this singer could have been the next GaGa, that singers with big glasses who did disco beats were really that interchangeable. Respectfully, fellas, I gotta disagree. I don’t think that stars like Germanotta are ordained by studio heads, and I don’t think that they ever will be. They make themselves.

You may still feel hesitant, or like it is just easier to mock her than to take the time to learn why you should respect her. If that is the case, I urge you to read this critical New Yorker essay by Sasha Frere-Jones, and this quite supportive interview in the LA Times, and give it another thought.

I’m certainly not asking everyone to love her music. I’m just hoping that we can take a moment to put down our knee-jerk reactions and imagine what it would be like to be her, to really think about the strength of character and the fearlessness it would take to tackle The Fame Monster head on. To tackle it and, even if only for a fleeting moment, to win.


Happy Pants!

December 6, 2009

Oh, “Happy Pants.” The little melody that could.

What began as a goofy little jingle I used to demonstrate my looping rig has become so much more – it was a highlight of my last full-band show, has become the bane of all my friends who hate musical earwigs (sometimes even Astley isn’t enough), and it has surpassed “Shoshana” as the most-requested song I’ve ever written.

In the spirit of holiday giving (though really, just for the fun of it), I thought I’d record a special version of the song and put it online for streaming/download.  The audio quality is far from professional (I made it the other day in my apartment), but it features just about every instrument I play, and hey, it’s… Happy Pants! It does not require professional-level audio. It’s embedded below, and you can also stream/download it here. Brace yourselves:

The above illustration was, awesomely, drawn especially for this post by my friend David Tracy. David is a supurb illustrator and all-around groovy dude, and also recently started the illustration blog “Drawing Attention.” His work is guaranteed to put a smile on your face/pants – head over there and give him some love!

(Speaking of smiling pants: David went through a few drafts; he said that initially, all of his pants had smiling crotches, so they were kinda pornographic. Exhibit A: this NSFW draft he emailed me, which prompted a solid afternoon’s worth of hearty laughter. “Happy” pants, indeed!)

I hope you enjoy the recording!  And in case you missed it, I do recommend checking out the video of the live-looping, full-band version we did in September.


Crabcore, Screamo, Dubstep (Also: Dopey, Happy, Sleepy)

December 1, 2009

Tastes like Crab, Looks like People.

My friend Katie recently shared this post by Lars Gotrich from NPR’s monitor mix blog, which details a host of new musical Sub-Genres, mostly from the worlds of rock and hip-hop. It contains very helpful definitions of a ton of of these SGs (though not as comprehensive as Wikipedia or Urban Dictionary) – sort of an Unhip Person’s Guide to New Music.

Which has me thinking a bit… some of these names are preposterous (“Shitgaze,” for example, is shoegaze music that is… played poorly), but I wonder to what extent they are all embraced by their various subcultures. Anyone who’s browsed the Musician-Wanted section of Craigslist will tell you that folks certainly use these terms to describe their sound – (i.e. “We are a little bit Shoegaze with some Iggy Pop and a touch of Pan-Galactic Gargle Blaster”), but do the fans of this music really use these terms? I’m unsure. Like, really, I have no idea.

It does make me think about genres past, specifically all of the various Jazz genres of the latter half of the 20th century. After the rise of Bebop in the 40’s, the map from there to here followed this route:

Bebop–Cool Jazz–Hard Bop–Free Jazz–Electronic Jazz–Pop Jazz–Neo Hard Bop Revival….

But then it sort of peters out. I think this is ’cause it’s really hard to put labels on things as they’re happening, and this article sort of bears that out. In twenty years, is anyone really going to be talking about “Crabcore?” I’m doubtful.

But then, music is more fragmented and specific than ever before, and things are different than they were in the 60’s. Those who listen to music outside the corporate mainstream tend to define their tastes by an ever-growing lexicon of obscurity, where it sometimes feels as though the point is obscurity (I refer you again to “Crabcore.”). Just take a look at the ever-growing “Genre” tab in your iTunes library. I’m certain that, for example, the new-folk revival has at least as many SGs as are listed in Mr. Gotrich’s post, SGs which your average flannel-clad Mission resident could most likely recite without batting an eye.

Precedent says that eventually most of these SGs will fall by the wayside, replaced by more broad categorizations, but perhaps this won’t always be the case. It’s not as though we need to simplify things in the interest of space, anyway – the pages of Wikipedia and Urban Dictionary are limitless in their hunger for new marginalia and jargon.

Maybe it’s more likely that musical sub-genres will become as numerous and varied as bands themselves, and we will all come to identify the type of music we listen to by simply listing the names of artists we enjoy. Which, come to think of it, is how I describe my musical tastes, anyway.


I Implore You To Skip “New Moon”

November 30, 2009

"God, we are just so miserable right now."

I apologize in advance for the rant to come. Over Thanksgiving, I was taken to see “New Moon,” not entirely against my will, but certainly against my better judgment.  I had not read any of the books, nor seen the first film, though I hit the ‘pedia to confirm that what I thought I knew of the plot (Girl meets vampire, lots of pining, vampire sparkles, pining, baseball, sparkle, pine, fin) was indeed the sum of it.

I went in expecting, at the very least, a cheesy good time, some OTT high school romance histrionics, and some hot vampire on werewolf action. What I got was more than two hours (MORE THAN TWO HOURS) of the dullest, most joyless navel-gazing I’ve ever had to sit through.

I know I can get prone to hyperbole here, but in this post, my vitriol is entirely in proportion. Picture twenty minutes of the following conversation, punctuated by a thirty second snippet of action, followed by a shockingly immediate return to… more… stilted… talking. Rinse and repeat about fifteen times.

Edward: “… I need you so much.  I promise I will always protect you.”

Edward and Bella stare at one another

Bella: “I need you too.  So much. I always will”

more staring

Edward: “But I can’t anymore. I have to go. You’re not good for me, Bella.”

Edward and Bella stare (conspicuous lack of eye contact)

Bella: “…. Why? Why do you have to go?”

Continued staring

Edward: “You’re not good for me. I have to go.”

Staring. Cue Grizzly Bear song.

I mean, honestly. This is the great love story of our age? This is the movie that millions of screaming, lovestruck teens gave the biggest film opening in history? As Pajiba’s Dustin Rowles said in his scathing (and a bit girl-hating) review, “There’s never been a chasm so wide between the intensity of devotion to a film and what it actually deserves.” Salon’s Stephanie Zacharek puts it a bit more directly: “It’s a cheap, shoddy piece of work, one that banks on moviegoers’ anticipation without even bothering to craft a satisfying experience for them. Its pandering is an insult.”

There’s so much more that I could complain about. No one makes eye contact for the entire run of the movie. There is no narrative arc. The entire movie is shot in various shades of grey. New beasts are revealed, vendettas are pursued, and characters even die, and yet thanks to the editing, acting, and writing, it feels as though nothing happens. For a runtime, I might remind you, of more than two sodding hours.

If you're incapable of finding some camp value in THIS, maybe you should give up making movies.

Worst of all, the movie simply does not know how to have fun. The leads are ostensibly in love, and yet whenever they are together, they seem absolutely miserable. There is no campy winking, no sense of humor – even when Bella is having a normal conversation with a quartet of super beefcakey dudes who walk around shirtless all the time, it’s nothing but dour, drab, dull, dull, dull.  Not even a hint of the irony or joyfulness of True Blood, despite a suspicious number of similarities in character and story.  Just… nothing.

I’m convinced that the book is nowhere near as lame as the movie. Actually, I bet it’s pretty fun stuff, if you’re into angsty teen romance. The fault here lies elsewhere – The film’s director, Chris Weitz, ought to be ashamed of himself (he directed About a Boy, for crying out loud!). The editing team should’ve never signed off on it.  If I’d written a book that got turned into that movie, I’d be furious. Kristen Stewart (who, if you’ll recall, I thought was so very good in Adventureland), needs to go out herself and track down a decent screenwriter and director for the next film, lest she forever be associated with movies this bad.

As tired as I am reading broad, lazy, more-than-slightly-misogynistic rants about the Twilight fanbase (see the first few paragraphs of the aforelinked-to Mr. Rowles’ review), I’m pretty appalled that this lifeless, joyless dreck is what all the squealing is about. Sometimes it feels like every time I defend popular culture, it thanks me by taking a huge dump in my living room.

And to think, I could’ve seen Fantastic Mr. Fox instead. Good lord.


All Will Be Carved

November 26, 2009

Happy Thanksgiving, everyone!


Five Reasons You Should Watch “Parks and Recreation”

November 25, 2009

With Mad Men off the air, the only shows I’m watching right now are comedies – but man, there are a lot of them! The Office and 30 Rock have become old standbys, but newcomers Community (absolutely hilarious) and Modern Family (Still funny, though not killing me like it was at first) are both great. And now comes yet another – “Parks and Recreation,” the new(ish) NBC comedy starring Amy Poehler. Thanks to Alan Sepinwall’s insistence that this show had really come into its own this season (actually, he called it “the best comedy airing on TV right now”), I started watching. Dudes, it is hilarious – below are five reasons to watch, in no particular order:

1. Amy Poehler

The main attraction for the show, Poehler plays Leslie Knope, a dithering but highly motivated city hall employee. She has some similarities to Liz Lemon, mostly in her sad personal life, and I don’t doubt that at some point Tina Fey will turn up on the show, but dang, Amy Poehler is just as good as Fey is on 30 Rock. Initially, she seemed like a bit of a Michael Scott clone, but as you get to know her, it becomes clear the character is quite a bit different. Mainly in that, as Sepinwall pointed out, while she may be a blundering dunderhead, she’s actually good. She has a stubborn willpower that gets stuff done, and she’s generally more driven than anyone else around her. Despite the fact that her last name is “Knope.”

2. Back Home Again

This one’s personal – Parks and Recreation is set in fictional Pawnee, a small town in central Indiana, and the show gets a lot of mileage out of that setting. Whether it’s the huge poster of Coach Knight that’s up in Ron Swanson’s office, or the hilarious episode “The Camel,” in which Donna puts together a “Last Supper”-style collage of famous people from Indiana (nailing, of course, the usual three people that everyone from Indiana always lists – Michael Jackson, Larry Bird, and John Mellencamp), it’s awesome to get to see so much Indiana-humor! And that’s not to mention the totally outstanding City of Pawnee Website that NBC has up – the section on Knife Safety is particularly great.

3. Aziz Ansari

Ansari plays Tom Haverford, a fratty, shallow, super cocky (with more than a hint of insecurity) city hall staffer, and the dude is hilarious. The recent episode “The Camel,” which is still on Hulu and is probably the funniest episode of the show so far, features a scene in which he stares at an abstract painting and is terrified to find that it’s having an emotional effect on him. It was a highlight, but Ansari has standout moments every episode. Kind of a rising star, I think.

4. The Murals in Pawnee City Hall

A running gag in Parks and Recreation is that the murals in the Pawnee City Hall all seem to depict incredibly offensive bits of Pawnee history. There was “The Trial of Chief Wamapo,” (a native American chief is tied to a tree and executed by cannon), “A Lively Fisting,” in which a settler man is brawling with a settler woman and punching her in the stomach, and “The Spirit of Pawnee,” which is a smorgasbord of offensiveness, featuring straw-hat-wearing Chinese and drunken Irish rail workers watching as a train runs over a group of Indians. (City official: “The city council has decided to replace “The Spirit of Pawnee” with something a little less… horrifying.”)

“The Trial of Chief Wamapo”

It’s funny cause it’s true – a ton of local Indiana history revolves around settlers and their interactions with the various indigenous tribes that dotted the area, and so the stories usually, you know, end in betrayal and genocide. I can tell that we’re going to see a lot more of these murals over the course of the show, and am really looking forward to what awfulness they come up with next.

 

5. The Theme Song

I think Parks and Recreation has my favorite opening credits music ever. From the first time I heard it, the trumpet came in, the tune modulated to minor, and I was sold. The show itself actually features diegetic music (there is no background music, ever, it only comes from in-show sources like stereos and car radios), so the main theme is really the only musical identity the show has. I’ve talked before about my admiration of Jeff Richmond’s music from 30 Rock, and I do think that the incidental music on that show is brilliant (and more evidently the work of a single artist), but the opening to Parks and Rec, intercut with all that Indiana imagery, tops it. I actually found an MP3 of it online, and though I’ve yet to find the composer (update- NBC’s site says it’s by Gaby Moreno and Vincent Jones. Props, guys!) I thought I’d post it here so that y’all could listen:

See? Way fun!


Regarding Adam Lambert’s New Album

November 23, 2009

American Idol Runner-Up Adam Lambert’s new album, For Your Entertainment, drops today. Actually, it already dropped, so it is now sitting there looking at us, post-drop. Considering how much I had to say about him during the last season of the show, I thought I’d write a bit about it.

Short version: I really liked it. No, seriously! Some of the songs are pretty fun, some are kinda lame, but a handful are fucking outstanding (My recommended tunes are listed at the end of this post). It also has, as you can see, the most hilariously uncool/totally awesome album cover I’ve seen in a while.

I first listened to the record last week (it’s been up for a while streaming on Lambert’s MySpace page), after being steered there by the whole Out Magazine-centric “Adam’s PR people are homophobic jerks” debate, which has been discussed online past the point at which I have anything new to add (though I certainly tried, with limited success, over at Low Resolution – thanks, Joe, for dealing with my long-ass comments). And that was before his AMA performance last night (short reaction: I thought the whole thing was an overcooked clusterfuck, and the singing was all over the place), and along with whatever scandalous (or, “scandalous”) thing he does next…it’s easy to forget that the dude has an actual album out, too.

For Your Entertainment is the first Idol-related album I’ve ever listened to all the way through, and though I’d heard about all of the great writers and producers who contributed, I still wasn’t sure what to expect going in.  I’ve never really been able to listen to an album that came from Idol – whatever magic it was that made the contestant stand out during the show is usually scrubbed clean in the production process, and we wind up with a bunch of generic-sounding pop songs that could have been sung by anyone.

(It’s worth noting that Clay Aiken’s album “Measure of a Man” might be the ultra-creepy, bizarre exception.  I never really listened to it, but this years-old TWoP “recap” of the album is so flipping awesome that I can’t not link to it.  It takes a couple pages to get to the album – seriously, read it, and be very afraid.)

Justin'll probably loan this outfit to Adam at some point.

For about the first twenty seconds of FYE’s opening track, a Justin Hawkins-penned stomper called “Music Again,” I kinda thought the same thing would be true of Lambert’s record.  And then, suddenly, in true Darkness-style, Adam’s voice jumped an octave and a half and the chorus kicked in, and I was like, hmm, okay, damn. I can get with this.

“You make me want to listen to music again” is a kick-ass sentiment, and the tune also contains hilariously Hawkins-y lyrical turns of phrase like, “I want your body, mind, soul, etc.” and a stretch of “Raison D’etre,” into an entire lyrical event.  Keeping in mind that this is a song by the guy who wrote “Friday Night,” aka “The song where they sing about badminton,” one realizes that “Music Again” sounds like a Darkness B-side, complete with a signature Justin Hawkins guitar solo halfway through.  I loved the Darkness, so that’s a good thing, as far as I’m concerned.

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