Anyways, yes, there is a point in here eventually. I was flipping through the channels tonight, and I happened upon Rave playing the concert film of the 2006 David Gilmour (and friends, natch) Live At The Royal Albert Hall thingie, and I'm like "oh, this is cool," or whatever. So I'm watching along, and the set is this bizarre fusion of DG shit and Pink Floyd (both the w/ Rog and w/o iterations) songs, with various folks coming up and it's okay and all. I mean, all other things aside, David Gilmour is a fucking excellent guitarist, no mistake.
So it's chugging along, and then in the middle of a bunch of whatever, David Bowie walks out on stage and they bust in to Arnold Layne. While I grant that Rick Wright is the only person on stage that actually performed that song in its original state, so it was more of a cover than anything else, it was (a) shocking, and (b) really fucking cool.
I know that most of the British readers of this site will probably have known about this, because there was a single made of this performance which apparently reached #19 on the UK charts last fall. (I assume #18 was some British indie rock band, and #20 was probably the worst electro-pap imaginable, because the British are like that.)
Okay, so I guess there wasn't actually a point, after all. But I'm a big Bowie fan, and he pwnd the fuck out of that tune, I'm just saying. And whaddya know, here it is on the tube. Who woulda thought it?
I got a new favorite band out of the deal, though. Fucking Skeleton Key is teh awesome. I'm listening to the records I picked up at the merch booth last night, and they aren't quite as direct (or, uh, unrestrained?) as the live show, but they're very much a Lower East Side art-o-thon in the vein of Cop Shoot Cop or Carbon or that sort of thing, music that is near and dear to my heart. I'm given to understand the lead singer lives in Tribeca, though, which kind of takes the wind out of my sails in that regard. But then again, I live in Mill City, Oregon (pop. 1054) so what the fuck do I know? Paul Barker was, like, "really?" while looking at my as if I suddenly grew a third arm right in the middle of my forehead.
In any case, they were good, and before doors it looked like a who's-who of 90s Industrial in the club. A little bit creepy. I think the last time that many of us were in one place was in front of the roach coach when Tool was second stage at Lollapalooza, playing Tinley Park. I wouldn't want to make a habit of that.
The 60-plus lights Cruickshank used at Central Park are mostly Robe 700s, joined by Molefay, ACL, and Par Can strobes."
The thing with that sentence is that you'd have to have a reasonably deep knowledge of concert lighting to see the errors. That's fine, of course. Obviously the writer isn't a concert LD. But there's the rub: the information is for concert LDs, who are the only ones that would find it interesting at all. Thus, it would perhaps behoove the writer to not just Make Shit Up that would necessarily cause a concert LD to ROFL.
The phrase "par can" is capitalized throughout the article; I assume that these fancy "Par Can strobes" are all the rage with the touring electronic-based progressive whatever bands. This isn't really a big deal, but a pretty fair portion of the article, maybe 30% of the four pages, are given over to talk of lighting and video, and I'd say that roughly 30% of that information is correct. He talks about the 20-by-2-inch tubes that cover the stage for a while. Fun, when you change that "inch" to "feet," as prominently displayed in the 2-page picture right above the paragraph they're mentioned in.
This is the reason I find American music magazines (with the obvious exception of TapeOp) to be stupid in general. It seems that the entire point of the magazine is to provide a convenient mechanism by which to fling Sweetwater, M-Audio, and Korg advertisements at the reader. The writing is, it seems, something of an afterthought any more. I'm not bothered by the actual errors. The thing that bothers me is that if I can catch this many errors (I count 23 factual errors in the video and lighting sections of the article) in the talk of shit I know about, how many errors are there in the shit I don't know about, and can I actually trust them as an information source?
Anyways, rant over. I'm going to Portland this evening to catch Chemlab and USSA. By virtue of the two long-ass tours I did with them, I've probably seen Chemlab perform more than any other band, I'd say roughly 125 times. So that'll be a trip down memory lane. In the unlikely event you're at the show and can manage to find me, come and say "hi" and buy me a mojito. But just one. I have to drive home.
Oh, and, the open thread topic (and this should be a hot one...): we're coming up on the release of a couple albums at the ol' Positron HQ, and we're discussing the interesting fact that the only real reason to press CDs any more is for licensing houses. There's really no question at this point that hard media as a delivery mechanism will go away. What's the time frame? How long before a label doesn't even have to consider CD pressing at all?
Boy, oh, boy, was that a royal pain in the arse. What's above is only about a third of what I actually did, but it turns out that Vegas simply doesn't want to work any more, and iMovie is so dumb when it comes to editing, if I went any further I was going to have to, like, slit my wrists or something.
In any event, yeah. Processing. Micronaut. semicoma. Gear was used. Etc. There is an HD version at Vimeo if you're not feelin' the Tube. 'Tis here. (Or, at least, an HD version was uploaded. It isn't HD yet, but the FAQ says it will be at some point.)
I should note at this point, to save the trouble of actually answering any of the comments in the previous thread, that I own Cleaner, so I can turn any format of actual video in to any other in fine form; I can even do several formats simultaneously. I don't need a compressor. I need something that can take a 3-camera set of HD-resolution JPEG stacks, re-stripe it to audio framerates, allow me to edit without a stupid script, and render it to a lossless codec. This should be a fairly simple operation, and in actual fact, Vegas should be able to do all these things. Unfortunately, as far as I can tell, Vegas is a complete pile of shit that can't run for 45 seconds without a page fault.
The great irony of all this is that once I've actually managed to turn this pile of bits in to a video (or a different pile of bits), I'll be struck by the fact that it isn't really that impressive. More of a proof-of-concept than anything else. Or a proof that I don't know trig, more to the point.
EDIT: As it turns out, I know plenty of people in the video editing sub-category of the entertainment industry. In conversations with several of them today, they all basically said the same thing: "dude, you need to get yourself FCP and shut the fuck up." So, that's what I'll do. In the mean-time, I was able to do a rudimentary version of what the fuck I was attempting to pull off in iMovie HD, of all things. 'Tis rendering now, so I'll shut the fuck up and upload it, and thus be able to let my OCD turn to other tasks, like typing encouraging things in the Adium window while Adam sweats out the DSP for our next product. So the next post on here will theoretically be a video, then we can return to our regularly scheduled programming.