quick note…

Books, music, and TV in 2025: There has been unusually good stuff lately for me. I’m just going to mention them by name and give some quick impressions. I don’t know if I’ll write reviews later, but definitely not now.

NONFICTION BOOK: Who Needs Classical Music? Cultural Choice and Musical Value (Julian Johnson): brilliant, thorough, balanced, enjoyable.

NONFICTION BOOK: Epistemic Injustice: Power & the Ethics of Knowing (Miranda Fricker): precise and thorough.

NONFICTION MUSIC-INSTRUCTION BOOK: Decoding Afro-Cuban Jazz: The Music of Chucho Valdés & Irakere (Chucho Valdés & Rebeca Mauleón).

FICTION BOOK: A Closed and Common Orbit (Becky Chambers): a marvelous treatment of questions of personhood and consciousness, perhaps up there with Hofstadter & Dennett’s The Mind’s I.

“TV” SHOW: LUCIFER (NETFLIX): The best-concluded show I’ve ever seen: It’s not my favorite show ever (probably my third, definitely in my top five), but it is the most satisfying way to complete a show I’ve yet seen (better than my favorite show, Babylon 5, and my second-favorite show, The Good Place).

LIVE MUSIC: Helmet, at the Crocodile, Wednesday, March 5, 2025: I didn’t know music could be this heavy and be this tight. I do believe there was exactly one bad note in that whole performance. And Helmet is definitely even better live than in the studio (I now think) because having the vocals take a back seat and having the guitars and the perfect drummer for this band be so up front in the mix made the music better in a way I could not have imagined previously.

RECORDED MUSIC: I’m slowly getting familiar with and really digging ONDA by (Korean band) Jambinai. Check them out if you like originality and surprise in your rock music.

Regarding Short-Sighted Critiques of Decolonial and Postcolonial Efforts

Recently, I’ve found myself exasperated by the infighting among well-intentioned academicians who ought to be on the same side, especially at times like these.

The criticism of decolonial scholarship for being written in English is absurd, not the least because the go-to solution is often to expand the discourse to the languages of Latin America, by which what is meant is Spanish and Portuguese … which of course have nothing to do with colonialism at all!

Even overlooking that big problem for the moment, do these critics not see the “turtles” aspect of their hopeless attempt? Even if we expanded decolonial scholarship so as to always also be printed in Spanish and Portuguese (plus Dutch and French, so as not to leave out Suriname and French Guyana), won’t we soon be critiquing that, in turn, as lacking representation from the world’s Arab speakers, Persian speakers, Central Asian Turkic speakers, Swahili speakers, Oromo speakers, Hausa speakers, Manding speakers, Igbo speakers, Urdu speakers, Hindi speakers, Tamil speakers, Ainu speakers, Lao speakers, and on and on? (And if mattered so much, shouldn’t the push be for publishing in Quechua, Kakchiquel, Guarani, Garifuna, etc.?)

Pointing fingers in this way, i.e., making oneself look oh-so-meta while deadlocking useful discourse, seems self-serving to me—serving the global-northern academics who are doing it.

On that note, while some of my work has received this and one other types of critique for being colonialist from white academics, I think it says more that scholars from Argentina, Brazil, Colombia, Uruguay, and Nigeria are comfortable enough with my work to make use of it in theirs.

(Does the last paragraph constitute self-promotion? Yes, but without putting someone else down and even promoting others. We’re not in a zero-sum game.)

We are lying.

To ourselves, to everybody.

Technology is not making life better. It was, probably, on balance, for a long time (for the global north, at least), but we passed a threshold somewhere around 2 to 3 years ago.

Here are three anecdotal, personal, unscientific, unrepresentative examples. (I don’t have to prove stuff every day, right? I’m sure someone will study all this eventually.)

I wanted to do at least one thing today. The first thing I set out to do, upon getting up around 4:45 AM was to find and hire an editor who would convert an article I had written some time ago from the Sage Harvard style to the Chicago style. 10 hours and three freelancer portals later, I’ve got nothing to show for it. Just to get one of the portals to send me a 6-digit code so I could make an account took four hours. I thought maybe I was using the wrong browser, so I tried other ones. I thought it wanted a non-personal e-mail address, so I provided my work e-mail address.

Nope.

No clue what was going on, and I’m really sad because this platform seemed to have just the right people. Another platform, on which I searched for another couple of hours had two people who seemed to come close, but I wasn’t sure.

My frustration with this was getting so high that I wanted to listen some music to calm down.

My Sony WH-1000s had started making a screeching noise, with no rhyme or reason as to the timing, so I had ordered some earbuds about a week ago. Since then, it’s been hell trying to read the tiny instruction manual (even with my glasses on) and trying to make sense of how to put the darn things on. With help from other people, after a few days I got to the point I could put the left one in such that it would stay. The right one pops out within minutes no matter which combination of “wing” and tip I try (or who puts it in for me).

What’s worse, the music sounds like a mosquito. I knew the bass response couldn’t have been intended to be this bad, so I tried going against the recommendations: I put the earbuds deeper into my ears.

The music finally sounded normal. And after less than five minutes, they both popped out. (One fell in the dog’s water bowl.)

My previous pair were JBLs. One of those had popped out while I was walking the dog on a sunny and beautiful spring day. At that moment, I happened to be standing in place. (I was waiting for the dog to finish inspecting part of a small neighborhood garden.) The left earbud plopped out, bounced off my chest, slid down between my torso and my jacket, and … vanished. I looked all over that tiny garden and the sidewalk. I looked for a long time.

That’s why I went back to the Sony headphones, but one day a couple of weeks ago, they screeched (it’s very loud) at just wrong time, so I ended that audio relationship right there and then.

I won’t even get into the day’s third big frustration; this much should do. What I feel the need to point out is that in 1984, say, or 1990, one could buy a $20 pair of headphones and they would work right out of the box. (Did I mention I spent 35 minutes pairing the earbuds today?) It’s now 2025 and I can’t listen to music without turning my day into a nightmare. How is technology a convenience, exactly?

Portmanteaus from Famous People’s Names

My pointless brain has been cooking up portmanteaus of famous people’s names. The following are what I’ve come up with so far.

George Duke Ellington

Buddy Miles Davis

Lil’ Kim Thayil

Ornette Coleman Hawkins

Nat “King” Cole Porter

João Gilberto Gil

Wynton Kelly Rowland

                Mark Kelly Rowland

Geddy Lee Sklar

                Alvin Lee Sklar

                                Alvin Lee Ritenour

                                                Geddy Lee Ritenour

Ben Folds Five For Fighting

John Oliver Sacks

Arundhati Roy Buchanan

Willie Nelson Mandela

Jennifer Lawrence Krauss

Anna Kendrick Lamar

Steve Martin Short

                Dean Martin Denny

                                Steve Martin Denny   

                                                Dean Martin Short

Clark Terry Gilliam

Elizabeth Warren Buffet

                Elizabeth Warren DeMartini

Charlie Hunter S. Thompson

Philip Catherine Zeta-Jones

Carl Jungkook

Michael Spiro Agnew

Woody Allen Ginsberg

                Tony Allen Ginsberg

George Michael Jackson

                George Michael Faraday

Michael Jackson Browne

Elton John Lennon

                Elton John Coltrane

                                Elton John McLaughlin

Jon Anderson .Paak

                Ian Anderson .Paak

James Taylor Hawkins

                James Taylor Swift

Roger Taylor Hawkins

                Roger Taylor Swift

Kim Gordon Lightfoot

Toby Keith Jarrett

                Toby Keith Urban

                                Toby Keith Emerson

                                                Toby Keith Richards

Keith Emerson Fitipaldi

Randy Travis Tritt

Dave Stewart Copeland

                Rod Stewart Copeland

Rick James Brown

                Etta James Brown

                                Rick James Taylor

                                                Etta James Taylor

Debbie Harry Connick, Jr.

                Debbie Harry Styles

Hank Marvin Gaye

                Marvin Gaye Su Akyol

Daniel Hope Sandoval

Paul Simon Le Bon

                Carly Simon Le Bon

Howard Blake Shelton

Elton John Deacon

                Elton John Martyn

Jack Bruce Springsteen

                Jack Bruce Dickinson

Bon Scott Walker

                Bon Scott “Not” Ian

Scott “Not” Ian MacKaye

                Scott “Not” Ian Paice

                                Scott “Not” Ian Gillan

                                                Scott “Not” Ian Anderson

Lester Young MC

                Neil Young MC

                                Paul Young MC

Lester Young Thug

                Neil Young Thug

                                Paul Young Thug

Young MC Solaar

                Young MC Lyte

                                Young MC Eiht

                                                Young MC Ren

                                                                Young MC Hammer

                                                                                Young MC Frontalot

                                                                                                Young MC Hawking

MC Ren & Stimpy

Vanilla Ice-T

                Vanilla Ice Cube

DJ Jazzy Jeff Beck & The Fresh Prince Rogers Nelson

                DJ Jazzy Jeff Buckley & The Fresh Prince Rogers Nelson

Mos Def Leppard

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Nina Hagen-Dasz

John Abercrombie & [Figure it out.]

LAST BUT NOT LEAST: Natalie Portmanteau

Some Pesky Subgenres

No one dared or wanted to admit it at the time, but Nü Metal and Grunge had quite a bit in common.

What’s my positional framework for this claim?

I’m making this claim from just the simple heavy-rock’n’roll perspective; I don’t even have to go to a global-southern perspective to say this.

In terms of the appearances, geographic origins, and the preferred foundational cultural elements of the bands associated with Grunge in the ’90s and with Nü Metal in the aughts (and late ’90s), most critics I was aware of, as well as I and the other music-obsessed people around me, saw these subgenres of heavy rock as utterly distinct. Perhaps this was because I had lived and continued to live in the PNW. It’s hard to imagine a Portlander in 2005 daring to say Korn and Gas Huffer were very alike in any way, musically or otherwise.

There was always SYSTEM OF A DOWN, whom no one could resist being in awe of, but they were seen as an exception. Here in the PNW, people tended to look down on Nü Metal. Perhaps we were still resentful that Melvins had not become a national phonemenon. (Perhaps most were glad Melvins didn’t inadvertently sell out, as all bands who happen to succeed and live long enough to enjoy it are said to have done.)

Imagine if Kurt hadn’t killed himself. But I digress.

I noticed this aural similarity most when a lesser-known band called The Union Underground became my obsession for a while in the mid-aughts. The artwork (the “aesthetic”) and the timing was pure Nü Metal. The sound, though, was not entirely so. If you ignored the release date and the artwork — few people can do this — it sounded like it came from the heyday of Grunge. What stood out to me musically was not drop-D tuning and a scattering of Hip Hop elements. This was much more closely an offspring of Pixies, Melvins, and Gruntruck than of Shootyz Groove, follow FOR NOW, and Ice-T.

I’m probably an aural purist. Many more people, in my experience, view music as a broader phenomenon. They see the outfits, hairstyles, cover art, and other forms of expression and identity, including ethnicity and lifestyle, as part of what makes an artist Punk and not Pop, Industrial and not Hip Hop. I’m thinking of Avril Lavigne and Consolidated, respectively. Starting with the latter, Consolidated has mostly been considered an Industrial act by fans and promoters. What they do in their music is to use samplers (I know this from meeting and talking to one of them outside the context of music) and to rap. It seems to me there’s some serious pigeonholing of Hip Hop by the industry (if not also the fans) when Eminem is part of Hip Hop without a doubt, but white guys who rap about veganism, feminism, and immigration while criticizing bullying, homophobia, and mysoginy over samples are labeled Industrial rockers, not Hip Hop MCs. If we were honest, we would at least, then, include PUBLIC ENEMY in the Industrial bucket. But no, it’s all about your race, not your lyrics, instruments, or style of music.

In the case of Avril Lavigne, I keep trying to find a song of hers that sounds like Punk Rock to me. It’s the same with the “punk idol” of my generation, Billy Idol. He sneers. He was in Generation X, who sang about drinking and stuff. He wears spikes and studs, maybe even a Mohawk. He must be punk, right?

Heck, I like several of his songs; I totally enjoy BLUE HIGHWAY, DAYTIME DRAMA, EYES WITHOUT A FACE, REBEL YELL, and CRADLE OF LOVE.

I just don’t think those songs have anything to do with Punk Rock the genre. And it’s not that I don’t count it if it’s not by Sex PisTOLS, X-Ray Spex, SUB HUM ANS, or CRASS. I’m happy to include The Stranglers, The Jam, and pre-Punk punky bands like The SONICS, DEATH, MC5, and New York Dolls (heck, Green Day, too) among what I consider “punk”… (though I draw the line at that blinky band).

And Punk Rock is an excellent example of how much lifestyle and philosophy matter. It could be a way to pursuade me that I’m wrong. I realize there’s more to punk than distortion, speed, and some sort of a British working-class accent, whether real or fake. Punk is DIY. Punk is community. Punk is—no, briefly was nonconformity. Videos of the very early days of punk reveal people in myriad creative DIY garb that reaches far beyond safety pins, fishnets, and dyed glued hair. You see sparkly dresses and garbage-bag dresses, both groups fully integrated with the earliest and less conspicuous users of safety pins—out of necessity, not fashion.

So… Did The Union Underground play any Grunge? I say they did, and to a notable extent. Did Billy Idol, Avril Lavigne, or Miley Cyrus make any Punk Rock? They probably did at some point, but I haven’t heard it yet. Are they punks? I don’t know. Since Fat Mike opened a punk museum in Vegas, it doesn’t even matter. Who would have thought LINKIN PARK would have the final word.

Anyway, what made me think of this stuff all over again was listening to VERMILIOIN PT. 2 on SlipknoT‘s awesome VOL. 3: (THE SUBLIMINAL VERSES). I don’t think that song counts as Metal of any kind except probably Grunge.

Impulse Response: Mendelssohn vs. Monobloco

Mathematicians and engineers gain insight into a system by examining its behavior at the extremes. Given a mathematical expression, we take limits as a variable approaches zero and infinity. This gives us insight that is helpful in between as well.

If it’s a filter (an electrical circuit), we get insights into the behavior of such a system, even one that may never be subject to extreme conditions, by calculating (or simulating) its impulse response[1] (among other techniques).

We can also gain insights into social or cultural systems by exercising them with questions at the extremes. Here is one that can help in thinking about a cultural issue that I have been pondering for about thirty years, and reading and writing about since 2002.

Consider Bach, Beethoven, Mozart, Mendelssohn, and Rachmaninoff. You may not be a trained musician or a music professor; most people aren’t. You may not even know the music of these composers very well. However, I am willing to bet that you, the reader, hold at least some vague notion to the effect that these people have created the greatest music on Earth[2]. Everyone seems to agree that they cannot be topped. Oddly enough, people who never listen to the music of these composers seem to hold that opinion rather more strongly.

Now consider Badenya[3], Babatunde[4], Muñequitos[5], Monobloco[6], and Rose[7]. Do you believe that there is any measure by which not just you, but anyone in the world truly believes this group of five is comparable to the previous group of great Germanic and Russian composers?

If I had been nicer, and asked the question using The Beatles, Britney Spears, Michael Jackson, Madonna, and Rush, say, the politically correct instinct for diversity would likely kick in, and most people, at least in my collegiate, liberal, urban environment, would place the two groups on an equal footing. But I want to exercise the system of thought regarding “quality of music” to the extreme. Are you uncomfortable yet? Do you believe that the Afro-Latin B2M2R is really on par with the dead white European B2M2R? Do you want to, but cannot actually make yourself think or feel that way?

I think that is where most people are, or at least would be if they were interested in this question. I must admit this is much more of an old-world concern than a typical American one. Having been brought up in the old world, at the confluence of Asia and Europe, this question still matters to me after 26 years of American living. Perhaps it is my background that has given me this impression: Any Turkish person, even if they never listen to this type of music, will tell you that Bach, Beethoven, and Mozart made the greatest music in the world (closely followed by Queen . . . and who is this Mendel-something?), and that it is certainly of much better quality than what they listen to every day. This is the idea behind the differently attributed quotation, “Wagner’s music is better than it sounds.[8]

So, what am I doing about all this? As hinted at above, I have been compiling and researching scholarly material on value and judgment in music since 2002, and writing an article, a very early and embryonic version of which can be dug up by those of a worldy (wide web)-sleuth-like persuasion.

The article, in its current form, examines numerous music textbooks and reference books for qualitative and quantitative measures of the value attached to musics from different cultures, following a broad review of the musicology literature on quality, value, and sophistication. It establishes that there seems to be a cross-cultural baseline of expectation that the sophisticated cultivation of certain aspects of music are valued more highly than equally sophisticated cultivation of other aspects of music.

[1] “Impulse” sounds harmless, but it is a function that attains infinite magnitude in infinitesimal time, and as a direct result, contains all frequencies. (And yes, we can make use of such an abstract concept.)

[2] Perhaps it isn’t as popular as Beyoncé, The Beatles, Mariah Carey, or Lady Gaga, but we still, somehow, consider it the greatest.

[3] Badenya: les frères Coulibaly, a group of musicians from Burkina Faso

[4] Babatunde Olatunji, Nigerian (Yoruba) drummer influential on jazz and rock music of the last four decades

[5] Los Muñequitos de Matanzas, a famous rumba ensemble from Cuba

[6] Brazilian supergroup that pioneered a popular fusion of many traditional and popular styles

[7] Doudou N’Diaye Rose, Senegalese (Wolof) master drummer and ensemble leader

[8] For example, see http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/555.html .