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Does anybody know if this David Attenborough clip is legit? I have my doubts about that chainsaw.
Consumerist posts a nice rant from a music buyer who went over to the dark side because his legally purchased music was crippled by DRM so that he couldn't listen to it on his iPod.
That's what we call "defective by design."
Via Jeff Wong.
SWSX 2007. It was the year of the female singer. And of course of Iggy.
Let's do Mr. Osterberg first.
South By Southwest usually saves the best for last, which always seems to mean the final act at Stubb's on Saturday night. For those unfamiliar with Austin, Stubb's is a BBQ joint, once owned by CB Stubblefield or "Stubb," a Navasota, Texas native who opened his first pit out in Lubbock after returning from the KO-rean (as they say it in Texas). While C.B. and his Lubbock restaurant are gone now, his name lives on in a line of nationally marketed sauces and in the Austin location, which…
Check one and two, but you won't find any of three in my apartment. Unless, of course, you count Story of O—and you might. I like to think of it, however, as erotica. Then there's The Forty-Eight Ways. Is that porn? Nah, it's more of a manual. Takeout menus are few, and include: Wild Fusion (their green curry is delightful); Frank's Pizzeria (a large regular costs five bucks!); and La Conguita (their pernil asado reminds me of my grandma's). I don't keep a very large collection of Stereophile back issues at home, but I do have a few special issues on the bookshelf in my living…
Business Week has a cool photo essay on the making of a Steinway. The accompanying article is worth reading, too, but the pix are primo.
Where else are you going to learn stuff like: "During the 'voicing' process, a master 'voicer' makes adjustments to the hammer's resiliency by sticking the felt with a small row of needles to reduce its stiffness, thereby mellowing its tone. To increase the brilliance of the sound, the voicer hardens the felt by applying a small amount of lacquer."
BTW, I'm going to Steinway Hall tonight to hear this. If you're free (and in town), you might want…
Greg Stepanich watches House. It seems like he got more out of the recent episode featuring Dave Matthews than I did.
"Nice blogging," says JA.
"Thanks."
"Who's the kid?"
"Which kid?"
"The kid you wrote about on Friday."
"Hmm?"
"Is it the same kid who sent the letter?"
"Which? Who? Wait, what are you talking about?"
"Hmm?"
"'My mind is a sieve.' Pip used to say that."
"Who?"
"Pip."
"What?"
"My mind is a sieve."
"Who said that?"
"Pip."
"What did she say?"
"My mind is a sieve."
"Who?"
"Pip."
"What did she say?"
"My mind is a sieve."
"…
It's a good thing for us that Jeremy Denk got restless at a concert recently. One thought led to another, he rushed home to check out a CD he thought linked to his thoughts, and the next thing we know, he's deep into an analysis of the chorale in Beethoven's "Spring" sonata (No. 5 in F, Op. 24).
What a great trip it is.