<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756301</id><updated>2011-09-07T23:54:56.844-07:00</updated><title type='text'>moments before the wind.</title><subtitle type='html'>music, business, opinions, and some other stuff too</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alimarcus.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756301/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alimarcus.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00753336518356722206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>48</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756301.post-114600235347619651</id><published>2006-04-25T14:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T14:59:13.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>moments before the wind. has moved</title><summary type='text'>I switched over to Wordpress so RSS feeds and trackbacks among other things are now very easy.  please change your bookmarks, or favorites, or whatever you use.  Thanks!!new addy:www.alimarcus.wordpress.comand still, as always,www.momentsbeforethewind.com</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alimarcus.blogspot.com/feeds/114600235347619651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6756301&amp;postID=114600235347619651&amp;isPopup=true' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756301/posts/default/114600235347619651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756301/posts/default/114600235347619651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alimarcus.blogspot.com/2006/04/moments-before-wind-has-moved.html' title='moments before the wind. has moved'/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00753336518356722206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756301.post-114598613981126428</id><published>2006-04-25T10:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T17:34:35.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>these must be the flags of freedom flyin'</title><summary type='text'>I have to post about this, just because I want to spread the word.www.livingwithwar.blogspot.comThis is a blog to support the last-minute release of a new Neil Young album, Living With War. It is not a blog run by Neil Young, contrary to what some people think, as evidenced in the comments.Amazing point #1: There are comments! How often do high profile bloggers enable comments on their blogs? </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alimarcus.blogspot.com/feeds/114598613981126428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6756301&amp;postID=114598613981126428&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756301/posts/default/114598613981126428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756301/posts/default/114598613981126428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alimarcus.blogspot.com/2006/04/these-must-be-flags-of-freedom-flyin.html' title='these must be the flags of freedom flyin&apos;'/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00753336518356722206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756301.post-114589428325653960</id><published>2006-04-24T08:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T10:13:28.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>reason number infiniti</title><summary type='text'>Makes me want to puke.  Gives me chills to the core of my being.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alimarcus.blogspot.com/feeds/114589428325653960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6756301&amp;postID=114589428325653960&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756301/posts/default/114589428325653960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756301/posts/default/114589428325653960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alimarcus.blogspot.com/2006/04/reason-number-infiniti.html' title='reason number infiniti'/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00753336518356722206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756301.post-114582877146139683</id><published>2006-04-23T14:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T17:36:04.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>and i threw my roses down</title><summary type='text'>NY Times on MySpaceThe future of MySpace seems up in the air, although not as much as optimists would like to believe. This lengthy article in today's NY Times explains a bit about the inner conflicts of the Rupert Murdoch's corporate takeover. It's pretty clear that Murdoch's bottom line is going to win out over the desire to serve the MySpace users. The article does a good job of illustrating </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alimarcus.blogspot.com/feeds/114582877146139683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6756301&amp;postID=114582877146139683&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756301/posts/default/114582877146139683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756301/posts/default/114582877146139683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alimarcus.blogspot.com/2006/04/and-i-threw-my-roses-down.html' title='and i threw my roses down'/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00753336518356722206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756301.post-114555546151103498</id><published>2006-04-20T10:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T17:36:43.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>say, say, the light</title><summary type='text'>I'm in a recording studio, although it looks strangely similar to KEXP's radio booth with the microphones for guests and the shelves of music. I am aware that the room next to me is the office-space of the studio, and that inside it is Ben Gibbard, frontman for Death Cab For Cutie. I am trying to decide whether or not to go introduce myself, knowing that I may not be able to refrain from </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alimarcus.blogspot.com/feeds/114555546151103498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6756301&amp;postID=114555546151103498&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756301/posts/default/114555546151103498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756301/posts/default/114555546151103498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alimarcus.blogspot.com/2006/04/say-say-light.html' title='say, say, the light'/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00753336518356722206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756301.post-114555509107796674</id><published>2006-04-20T10:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T17:37:37.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>yesterday was once tomorrow</title><summary type='text'>...what to write...what to write...I'm going to post some reviews. No sense in waiting around for someone to pay me for them when the albums are out there just waiting to be bought.The Attic is a local Seattle band that I had the pleasure of reviewing for Seattle Sound, but due to space constraints it won't be published there, so it's pasted below. (Other writing of mine and others in SS streets </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alimarcus.blogspot.com/feeds/114555509107796674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6756301&amp;postID=114555509107796674&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756301/posts/default/114555509107796674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756301/posts/default/114555509107796674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alimarcus.blogspot.com/2006/04/yesterday-was-once-tomorrow.html' title='yesterday was once tomorrow'/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00753336518356722206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756301.post-114504085034966854</id><published>2006-04-14T10:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T17:35:08.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>everybody knows what i'm talking about</title><summary type='text'>There's an interesting dialogue going on at Alex Ross's blog today about classical music, specifically, attempts to figure out what elements are responsible for its loss of apprecation, audience, and general place in American culture. It would appear that, on some kind of larger scale, the same kinds of cultural earthquakes that made rock music cool made classical music uncool.One key point </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alimarcus.blogspot.com/feeds/114504085034966854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6756301&amp;postID=114504085034966854&amp;isPopup=true' title='25 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756301/posts/default/114504085034966854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756301/posts/default/114504085034966854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alimarcus.blogspot.com/2006/04/everybody-knows-what-im-talking-about.html' title='everybody knows what i&apos;m talking about'/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00753336518356722206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756301.post-114487708145127495</id><published>2006-04-12T14:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T17:38:17.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>no man's wife</title><summary type='text'>This New Yorker article about Muzak is pretty interesting. I'll admit that I did not know Muzak did regular music programming; I thought their whole business was about the instrumentalized pop music. Turns out it is a stigma that they are still trying to shed. The brand became too closely associated with the product, like Xerox. What Muzak really does is unite stereotypical associations of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alimarcus.blogspot.com/feeds/114487708145127495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6756301&amp;postID=114487708145127495&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756301/posts/default/114487708145127495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756301/posts/default/114487708145127495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alimarcus.blogspot.com/2006/04/no-mans-wife.html' title='no man&apos;s wife'/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00753336518356722206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756301.post-114480294174549099</id><published>2006-04-11T17:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T17:38:48.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my tambourine is still shaking</title><summary type='text'>It's pretty clear to everybody that major labels are having a hard time adjusting to the effect of new technology on their business models. It's less of an adjustment and more of a sea change in terms of business practices. While the advantages of social networking websites and filesharing and cheap recording equipment is obvious to users of MySpace, BitTorrent, and GarageBand, the wake-up call </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alimarcus.blogspot.com/feeds/114480294174549099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6756301&amp;postID=114480294174549099&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756301/posts/default/114480294174549099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756301/posts/default/114480294174549099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alimarcus.blogspot.com/2006/04/my-tambourine-is-still-shaking.html' title='my tambourine is still shaking'/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00753336518356722206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756301.post-114469864458152719</id><published>2006-04-10T12:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T17:39:15.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>if that's what you choose</title><summary type='text'>"That's what made me realize something about the nature of phonographs: they admit no ending. They imply perpetuity.All this seems far from our usual concerns with the hardware of sound reproduction. But then again, speculating on endlessness may be getting at the purposive essence of all this electronic gadgetry — its "telos," as the Greeks would say. In the perennial rebirth of music through </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alimarcus.blogspot.com/feeds/114469864458152719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6756301&amp;postID=114469864458152719&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756301/posts/default/114469864458152719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756301/posts/default/114469864458152719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alimarcus.blogspot.com/2006/04/if-thats-what-you-choose.html' title='if that&apos;s what you choose'/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00753336518356722206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756301.post-114453109601681345</id><published>2006-04-08T12:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T17:39:46.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>waiting in line for the ferry</title><summary type='text'>The OED's first two definitions of "criticism" are as follows:1. The action of criticizing, or passing judgement upon the qualities or merits of anything; esp. the passing of unfavourable judgement; fault-finding, censure. 2. The art of estimating the qualities and character of literary or artistic work; the function or work of a critic.This exposes a common confusion about what to expect from </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alimarcus.blogspot.com/feeds/114453109601681345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6756301&amp;postID=114453109601681345&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756301/posts/default/114453109601681345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756301/posts/default/114453109601681345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alimarcus.blogspot.com/2006/04/waiting-in-line-for-ferry.html' title='waiting in line for the ferry'/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00753336518356722206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756301.post-114438865468140532</id><published>2006-04-06T16:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T17:40:11.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i believe my throat hurts</title><summary type='text'>Definitions are a pain in the ass. I was going to try to define folk music, because it is coming up in a lot of conversations and I wanted to defend it. Nobody comes to the defense of folk music.But I can't define it. What folk music is to me is music that sprouts from a community. Music that bonds people together who otherwise wouldn't be bound in that way. It doesn't matter how- it could be in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alimarcus.blogspot.com/feeds/114438865468140532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6756301&amp;postID=114438865468140532&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756301/posts/default/114438865468140532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756301/posts/default/114438865468140532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alimarcus.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-believe-my-throat-hurts.html' title='i believe my throat hurts'/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00753336518356722206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756301.post-114418862388601817</id><published>2006-04-04T14:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T15:10:23.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the hills of iowa make me wish that i could</title><summary type='text'>Scattered things today.-Sometimes blogging is like a cocktail party, where everyone is sufficiently willing to participate in sort of random conversations with strangers, either for entertainment or for the rare moment that it brings a new person into your life somehow. Other times, it feels like you ventured out to a different table in the cafeteria, and are completely unable to participate on </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alimarcus.blogspot.com/feeds/114418862388601817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6756301&amp;postID=114418862388601817&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756301/posts/default/114418862388601817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756301/posts/default/114418862388601817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alimarcus.blogspot.com/2006/04/hills-of-iowa-make-me-wish-that-i.html' title='the hills of iowa make me wish that i could'/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00753336518356722206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756301.post-114395517823940599</id><published>2006-04-01T20:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T17:40:56.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm a mountain like you said to be</title><summary type='text'>I just had an experience worth talking about. I was parking my car and I had the radio on. A Brandi Carlisle song was playing, and I'm sitting there thinking, "What's all the fuss about this girl?" I don't really get it. I am also frustrated because finding parking on a a Saturday night on Capitol Hill is not very easy, and all I want to do after a long day out and about is go inside and sit </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alimarcus.blogspot.com/feeds/114395517823940599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6756301&amp;postID=114395517823940599&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756301/posts/default/114395517823940599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756301/posts/default/114395517823940599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alimarcus.blogspot.com/2006/04/im-mountain-like-you-said-to-be.html' title='i&apos;m a mountain like you said to be'/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00753336518356722206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756301.post-114375398443090853</id><published>2006-03-30T10:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T17:41:28.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the salt in my stew</title><summary type='text'>In a Toronto Star article Blake Sennett, of Rilo Kiley and The Elected, is quoted as saying "I'm just a fan of sad lyrics with happy music." This is something that he is quite good at (ex: "So Long", from The Execution Of All Things), and it's got me thinking, as a songwriter who has done exactly that, about what motivates people to write songs with this subversion in mind.The first example that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alimarcus.blogspot.com/feeds/114375398443090853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6756301&amp;postID=114375398443090853&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756301/posts/default/114375398443090853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756301/posts/default/114375398443090853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alimarcus.blogspot.com/2006/03/salt-in-my-stew.html' title='the salt in my stew'/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00753336518356722206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756301.post-114358270739551462</id><published>2006-03-28T12:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T17:44:11.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>motownphilly back again</title><summary type='text'>Greatest Hits albums. A point of contention for many, or few, depending on who you talk to. In my world, there are few benefits, and in the end I firmly believe that they do more harm than good. First a few things in support, to be fair:-They serve as a good introduction to a band that you are unfamiliar with; it is not uncommon for someone to buy a greatest hits album, and then become interested</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alimarcus.blogspot.com/feeds/114358270739551462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6756301&amp;postID=114358270739551462&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756301/posts/default/114358270739551462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756301/posts/default/114358270739551462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alimarcus.blogspot.com/2006/03/motownphilly-back-again.html' title='motownphilly back again'/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00753336518356722206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756301.post-114335433412992921</id><published>2006-03-25T21:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T17:44:56.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>like paper in the wind</title><summary type='text'>I would argue in most cases that music sounds better on vinyl than on CD, but it's a taste that I devloped quite recently; growing up, I was all about cassettes and then CDs, and never once complained. It wasn't until some time in college that I started paying attention to vinyl, and anyways what really inspired me was the desire to hang John Denver's Greatest Hits on my wall. (I don't think I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alimarcus.blogspot.com/feeds/114335433412992921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6756301&amp;postID=114335433412992921&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756301/posts/default/114335433412992921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756301/posts/default/114335433412992921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alimarcus.blogspot.com/2006/03/like-paper-in-wind.html' title='like paper in the wind'/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00753336518356722206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756301.post-114324190383628877</id><published>2006-03-24T12:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T17:45:59.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>water from another time</title><summary type='text'>I'm still thinking about movies and music - really, the proliferation of music-related movies lately. On my list to see these days are Heart Of Gold and Be Here To Love Me, about Neil Young and Townes Van Zandt, respectively. These are clearly much different from the biopics Ray and Walk The Line, being of the documentary rather than the blockbuster pedigree. And in the way that many things seem </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alimarcus.blogspot.com/feeds/114324190383628877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6756301&amp;postID=114324190383628877&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756301/posts/default/114324190383628877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756301/posts/default/114324190383628877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alimarcus.blogspot.com/2006/03/water-from-another-time.html' title='water from another time'/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00753336518356722206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756301.post-114304711577672920</id><published>2006-03-22T08:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T17:46:34.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>but there's no reasoning</title><summary type='text'>On the bus yesterday I eavesdropped while two sixty-ish women talked about SXSW. The women did not know each other, but in the course of the twenty minute bus ride they attempted to tell their life stories and connect over points of empathy or compassion. It was touching, really. One woman, the younger of the two, had spent the week in Austin at the festival with her husband, graduate student </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alimarcus.blogspot.com/feeds/114304711577672920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6756301&amp;postID=114304711577672920&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756301/posts/default/114304711577672920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756301/posts/default/114304711577672920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alimarcus.blogspot.com/2006/03/but-theres-no-reasoning.html' title='but there&apos;s no reasoning'/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00753336518356722206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756301.post-114278614833872128</id><published>2006-03-19T08:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T17:47:13.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>if you don't, the devil will</title><summary type='text'>I saw "Walk The Line" yesterday and I had pretty much exactly the reaction I thought I would have. I was too wrapped up in the authority of the impersonations to just sit and watch the movie. My complaints rest with the complete dissimilarity between Reese Witherspoon's and June Carter's voice, and also with the ignorance of all parts of Cash's life other than his romance with June Carter. Not </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alimarcus.blogspot.com/feeds/114278614833872128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6756301&amp;postID=114278614833872128&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756301/posts/default/114278614833872128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756301/posts/default/114278614833872128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alimarcus.blogspot.com/2006/03/if-you-dont-devil-will.html' title='if you don&apos;t, the devil will'/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00753336518356722206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756301.post-114237208681581617</id><published>2006-03-14T12:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T17:47:47.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>it's what you're taking with you on the day that you go</title><summary type='text'>Ryan Adams' label is suing some people for leaking his album Jacksonville City Nights a month before release date. No, that's not right; they are being indicted by a federal grand jury for violating the 2005 Family Entertainment Copyright Act. From Pitchfork:The pair are believed to be the first individuals prosecuted under the prerelease provision of FECA. By posting the tracks, Thomas and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alimarcus.blogspot.com/feeds/114237208681581617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6756301&amp;postID=114237208681581617&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756301/posts/default/114237208681581617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756301/posts/default/114237208681581617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alimarcus.blogspot.com/2006/03/its-what-youre-taking-with-you-on-day.html' title='it&apos;s what you&apos;re taking with you on the day that you go'/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00753336518356722206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756301.post-114222474943006802</id><published>2006-03-12T19:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T17:49:22.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>as part of everything</title><summary type='text'>I'm worried that music is becoming a passive entity in our lives. The idea of getting music "on demand" from a variety of formats in a variety of locations until you have basically around-the-clock saturation implies that there is a kind of active behavior in the seeking-out of this music. To a certain extent, this is the case, because deciding which satellite radio provider to choose, which </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alimarcus.blogspot.com/feeds/114222474943006802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6756301&amp;postID=114222474943006802&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756301/posts/default/114222474943006802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756301/posts/default/114222474943006802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alimarcus.blogspot.com/2006/03/as-part-of-everything.html' title='as part of everything'/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00753336518356722206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756301.post-114212842613288657</id><published>2006-03-11T16:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T17:49:57.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i was never one for sweeping</title><summary type='text'>Let's talk today about live performance vs. recordings. How do you decide what makes a good band? Initially, it's one or the other, right? Somebody goes to a show, or somebody hears a song on the radio (or some other version of it's recorded form), and if they like it, they want more. That's how it works, generally, is that people hear something good and they want more of it.How do you deal with </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alimarcus.blogspot.com/feeds/114212842613288657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6756301&amp;postID=114212842613288657&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756301/posts/default/114212842613288657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756301/posts/default/114212842613288657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alimarcus.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-was-never-one-for-sweeping.html' title='i was never one for sweeping'/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00753336518356722206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756301.post-114185174319998288</id><published>2006-03-08T12:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T17:50:45.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lifetimes are catching up with me</title><summary type='text'>I want to return today to the thoughts that Chuck Levin has inspired in me this week. I am blessed with one of those moms that send me newspaper clippings in the mail, with little notes written on the paper just in case I can't determine which article was meant for me. This week's installment was a profile of Chuck Levin's Washington Music Center, a music store in Silver Spring, MD, where I spent</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alimarcus.blogspot.com/feeds/114185174319998288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6756301&amp;postID=114185174319998288&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756301/posts/default/114185174319998288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756301/posts/default/114185174319998288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alimarcus.blogspot.com/2006/03/lifetimes-are-catching-up-with-me.html' title='lifetimes are catching up with me'/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00753336518356722206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756301.post-114175612139452842</id><published>2006-03-07T09:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T17:51:14.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>in somebody else's sky</title><summary type='text'>When I first moved to Seattle, there was some real interesting musical stuff going on in the Starbucks realm. I believe it was right around the time that Ray Charles passed away, Ray came out, and Hear Music had their first bona fide hit with the Ray Charles music they put out. All of a sudden, it became clear to me and lots of other people that music retail has potential to survive outside of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alimarcus.blogspot.com/feeds/114175612139452842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6756301&amp;postID=114175612139452842&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756301/posts/default/114175612139452842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756301/posts/default/114175612139452842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alimarcus.blogspot.com/2006/03/in-somebody-elses-sky.html' title='in somebody else&apos;s sky'/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00753336518356722206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756301.post-114142310214446304</id><published>2006-03-03T13:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T17:52:04.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>can you see them?</title><summary type='text'>I was going to post about Chuck Levin's today and the general gear-mania and how that applies to various gender stereotypes, but since sitting down for my daily love affair with the internet, I've discovered something great and I wanted to share. I've alo had some coffee and this may add to my excitement.Sonicbids. I've known about it for a long time; many artists have sumbitted their EPK's (</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alimarcus.blogspot.com/feeds/114142310214446304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6756301&amp;postID=114142310214446304&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756301/posts/default/114142310214446304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756301/posts/default/114142310214446304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alimarcus.blogspot.com/2006/03/can-you-see-them.html' title='can you see them?'/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00753336518356722206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756301.post-114119338933483024</id><published>2006-02-28T21:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T17:52:44.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>worlds removed from all those fires</title><summary type='text'>Why do people use words like "straightforward" and "stripped-down" to describe music? It's pretty clear what that tends to mean - acoustic guitars, clear, often quiet vocals, generally few instruments - but it's a strange term and I wonder about it. For instance. Is there such a thing as "stripped-down blues"? Yes. How about "straightforward electronica"? Maybe. "Stripped-down big band"? Hmm.It's</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alimarcus.blogspot.com/feeds/114119338933483024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6756301&amp;postID=114119338933483024&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756301/posts/default/114119338933483024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756301/posts/default/114119338933483024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alimarcus.blogspot.com/2006/02/worlds-removed-from-all-those-fires.html' title='worlds removed from all those fires'/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00753336518356722206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756301.post-114097952545888296</id><published>2006-02-26T10:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T12:44:49.433-08:00</updated><title type='text'>first the roots grow down and then the plant grows up</title><summary type='text'>NY Times Magazine has an article today on Broken Social Scene. It's worth a read, especially if you are interested in the conflicts of independent artists. How do you incorporate the major label system in order to participate while simultaneously rejecting the consumer capitalist notions of big business? The answer is you can't, but that you have to pick your battles and find a balance that makes</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alimarcus.blogspot.com/feeds/114097952545888296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6756301&amp;postID=114097952545888296&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756301/posts/default/114097952545888296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756301/posts/default/114097952545888296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alimarcus.blogspot.com/2006/02/first-roots-grow-down-and-then-plant.html' title='first the roots grow down and then the plant grows up'/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00753336518356722206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756301.post-114013565103103066</id><published>2006-02-16T12:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T16:20:51.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i believe in yesterday</title><summary type='text'>Terry Teachout wrote an article on the Beatles that got me thinking about some things. I like the musicological perspective that he writes from, incorporating cultural influences outside the realm of pop music. He compares the Beatles to Irving Berlin, that kind of thing. A couple interesting claims in this one:-The Beatles were the first rock-and-roll musicians to be written about as musicians. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alimarcus.blogspot.com/feeds/114013565103103066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6756301&amp;postID=114013565103103066&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756301/posts/default/114013565103103066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756301/posts/default/114013565103103066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alimarcus.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-believe-in-yesterday.html' title='i believe in yesterday'/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00753336518356722206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756301.post-113994369046735128</id><published>2006-02-14T09:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T11:01:30.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'>let's all pray for rain</title><summary type='text'>Where I grew up in Virginia there is a place called Wolf Trap, which is the country's only national park devoted to the performing arts. It's there because a lady who owned the land donated it to the government and helped build some performance spaces that are, in my opinion, the best venues around. There is a gorgeous outdoor pavilion for the summer/fall, and an equally enchanting intimate barn </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alimarcus.blogspot.com/feeds/113994369046735128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6756301&amp;postID=113994369046735128&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756301/posts/default/113994369046735128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756301/posts/default/113994369046735128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alimarcus.blogspot.com/2006/02/lets-all-pray-for-rain.html' title='let&apos;s all pray for rain'/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00753336518356722206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756301.post-113962555000136240</id><published>2006-02-10T17:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T18:39:10.063-08:00</updated><title type='text'>she'll do me, she'll do you, she's got that kinda lovin'</title><summary type='text'>"Authenticity's a bitch," writes Andrew Gilstrap on PopMatters today. Good point.I got my introduction to "The Authenticity Debate" in college, in an odd-shaped, one-round-wall-and-two-flat-walls space that otherwise would have been library storage. Above us was Cabell Hall, the University of Virginia's music auditorium, so we were frequently conducting class while listening to the Glee Club's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alimarcus.blogspot.com/feeds/113962555000136240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6756301&amp;postID=113962555000136240&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756301/posts/default/113962555000136240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756301/posts/default/113962555000136240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alimarcus.blogspot.com/2006/02/shell-do-me-shell-do-you-shes-got-that.html' title='she&apos;ll do me, she&apos;ll do you, she&apos;s got that kinda lovin&apos;'/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00753336518356722206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756301.post-113953449881541647</id><published>2006-02-09T17:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T17:21:38.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"these are some of the best songs I've heard from a new artist in an age..."thanks, sam!  I love blog-fame.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alimarcus.blogspot.com/feeds/113953449881541647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6756301&amp;postID=113953449881541647&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756301/posts/default/113953449881541647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756301/posts/default/113953449881541647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alimarcus.blogspot.com/2006/02/these-are-some-of-best-songs-ive-heard.html' title=''/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00753336518356722206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756301.post-113936375641512902</id><published>2006-02-07T17:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T17:57:41.416-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the beautiful old man theory</title><summary type='text'>The essence of my Beautiful Old Man theory centers on the fact that "beautiful" does not refer to aesthetic or morally pleasing character. It is a word adapted from an older phrase, which I'm about to explain, and the meaning is more abstract. For instance, I don't support the work/actions of all Beautiful Old Men (BOM), I am simply commenting on their status in our society.In the 19th century, a</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alimarcus.blogspot.com/feeds/113936375641512902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6756301&amp;postID=113936375641512902&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756301/posts/default/113936375641512902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756301/posts/default/113936375641512902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alimarcus.blogspot.com/2006/02/beautiful-old-man-theory.html' title='the beautiful old man theory'/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00753336518356722206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756301.post-113928743991864893</id><published>2006-02-06T20:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T20:58:59.160-08:00</updated><title type='text'>to know him is to love him</title><summary type='text'>I just finished reading Dave Thompson's Wall of Pain, about - you guessed it - Phil Spector.  Yes, I did buy the book because I thought the title was hilarious.  Turns out, though, the book is great.  I'm a sucker for the history of rock genre; I love reading about all the petty arguments and crazy decisions made by industry folk and visionary artists that shaped such an intimidating past.  I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alimarcus.blogspot.com/feeds/113928743991864893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6756301&amp;postID=113928743991864893&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756301/posts/default/113928743991864893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756301/posts/default/113928743991864893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alimarcus.blogspot.com/2006/02/to-know-him-is-to-love-him.html' title='to know him is to love him'/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00753336518356722206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756301.post-113911026064053764</id><published>2006-02-04T18:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-04T19:30:07.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'>de camptown ladies sing dis song</title><summary type='text'>I'm thinking today about the function that recordings serve, as usual.  They enable the mass media, right? Without them, there's be nothing to distribute in packaged form.  They are how music is spread.But it wasn't a new industry, this music distribution thing. Tape just made it easier. Before recordings there were arrangements, and there still are. The 19th century saw the rise of the piano in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alimarcus.blogspot.com/feeds/113911026064053764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6756301&amp;postID=113911026064053764&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756301/posts/default/113911026064053764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756301/posts/default/113911026064053764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alimarcus.blogspot.com/2006/02/de-camptown-ladies-sing-dis-song.html' title='de camptown ladies sing dis song'/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00753336518356722206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756301.post-113892915619161505</id><published>2006-02-02T16:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T17:12:36.240-08:00</updated><title type='text'>his cabin fallin' down</title><summary type='text'>How relevant are "protest songs" from the folk revival? What is the effect that it really has? Last night I got into a discussion about it with a guy who played "Masters of War," and he and I both used the same descriptive words: "mood killer." Not only that, but we said it with a smile on our faces.A couple months ago, I blogged about protesting through music. There was a period in there where I</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alimarcus.blogspot.com/feeds/113892915619161505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6756301&amp;postID=113892915619161505&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756301/posts/default/113892915619161505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756301/posts/default/113892915619161505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alimarcus.blogspot.com/2006/02/his-cabin-fallin-down.html' title='his cabin fallin&apos; down'/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00753336518356722206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756301.post-113849796956022881</id><published>2006-01-28T15:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-28T17:26:09.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i don't really think it's a hallway at all</title><summary type='text'>One time, I wrote this:First of all, you cannot create an unmediated anything.  You cannot construct an unconstructed thing. It doesn't really matter where it came from, but I wrote it and I sometimes have to remind myself that it's true.  And then, when I really need convincing, I consult what is, in my opinion, the single most authoritative source of definition: The Oxford English </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alimarcus.blogspot.com/feeds/113849796956022881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6756301&amp;postID=113849796956022881&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756301/posts/default/113849796956022881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756301/posts/default/113849796956022881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alimarcus.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-dont-really-think-its-hallway-at-all.html' title='i don&apos;t really think it&apos;s a hallway at all'/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00753336518356722206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756301.post-113831443760728077</id><published>2006-01-26T13:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T14:27:17.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the choice is yours, don't be late</title><summary type='text'>At PopMatters today, Ryan Gillespie has some interesting things to say about independent music (link here).It's true that indie record labels work like majors.  It's true that a whole lot of them, especially big ones, are subsidiaries of majors.  It's true that they sacrifice artistic integrity for business purposes.  I've seen it happen a whole bunch of times, right in front of my eyes.  I mean,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alimarcus.blogspot.com/feeds/113831443760728077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6756301&amp;postID=113831443760728077&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756301/posts/default/113831443760728077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756301/posts/default/113831443760728077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alimarcus.blogspot.com/2006/01/choice-is-yours-dont-be-late.html' title='the choice is yours, don&apos;t be late'/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00753336518356722206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756301.post-113805202541056571</id><published>2006-01-23T12:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T13:33:45.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'>wrapped in grace and sin</title><summary type='text'>I came across this great rant by Adam Duritz today, and in light of a recent mention of my love for Counting Crows, I think I'll devote some time to paying my respects. Back in December, Duritz posted a lengthy communique to his fans in response to browsing their comments on the forums on the website. He berates them for buying into the media's penchant for "name-calling like a bunch of 3rd </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alimarcus.blogspot.com/feeds/113805202541056571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6756301&amp;postID=113805202541056571&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756301/posts/default/113805202541056571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756301/posts/default/113805202541056571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alimarcus.blogspot.com/2006/01/wrapped-in-grace-and-sin.html' title='wrapped in grace and sin'/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00753336518356722206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756301.post-113753102545999673</id><published>2006-01-17T12:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T12:54:30.980-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>In an email from my dad, regarding Turtle Rock, he raises several important points. Allow me to expound on them further:"Any service that is provided on the cheap or for free is deemed without value."This is true. This is exactly what I am resisting. The whole problem is that "value" represents an economic construct, or at least part of a see-saw in which economics and inspiration find balance, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alimarcus.blogspot.com/feeds/113753102545999673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6756301&amp;postID=113753102545999673&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756301/posts/default/113753102545999673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756301/posts/default/113753102545999673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alimarcus.blogspot.com/2006/01/in-email-from-my-dad-regarding-turtle.html' title=''/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00753336518356722206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756301.post-113735304245721584</id><published>2006-01-15T10:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-15T11:24:02.516-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>People often ask about main influences, favorite artists, and I continually find myself unable to answer.   The question has far too much weight.  People make too many assumptions based on the answer.  I am constantly under pressure to define what seems to me to be an incredibly narrow set of parameters, no matter what is on the list.  There is no way I can explain who my favorite artists are, or</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alimarcus.blogspot.com/feeds/113735304245721584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6756301&amp;postID=113735304245721584&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756301/posts/default/113735304245721584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756301/posts/default/113735304245721584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alimarcus.blogspot.com/2006/01/people-often-ask-about-main-influences.html' title=''/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00753336518356722206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756301.post-113658547168021391</id><published>2006-01-06T13:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T14:11:11.740-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Jon Pareles makes some intriguing observations in today's NY Times article about the state of pop music in 2005. Relating the pop music output to the political climate of the year, he believes that 2005 was a year of retreat. In contrast to best-selling albums of 2004 (he cites "How To Dismantle An Atomic Bomb" and "American Idiot"), 2005 was full of gang wars and personal problems and clear-cut </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alimarcus.blogspot.com/feeds/113658547168021391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6756301&amp;postID=113658547168021391&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756301/posts/default/113658547168021391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756301/posts/default/113658547168021391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alimarcus.blogspot.com/2006/01/jon-pareles-makes-some-intriguing.html' title=''/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00753336518356722206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756301.post-113616568251443767</id><published>2006-01-01T16:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T17:34:42.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm having thoughts about the universality of experience.   If you take some time in a public place simply to eavesdrop, you will find that most people all talk about the same things. What do I mean?  Well, for a time-sensitive example, the proliferation of end-of-the-year music lists. --enter rant--- Could they be more annoying?  Maybe I spend too much time reading newspapers and magazines and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alimarcus.blogspot.com/feeds/113616568251443767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6756301&amp;postID=113616568251443767&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756301/posts/default/113616568251443767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756301/posts/default/113616568251443767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alimarcus.blogspot.com/2006/01/im-having-thoughts-about-universality.html' title=''/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00753336518356722206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756301.post-113519035039590243</id><published>2005-12-21T10:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T10:43:57.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Walking to work today, I felt an extraordinary sensitivity to my surroundings. The cars rushed by me with a certain kind of violence, and the slur of the oversized tires against the watery pavement assailed my conscience. I couldn't hear my own thoughts. Maybe because it's the winter solstice today. In general, now in the safety and the heat and the dryness of the indoors, it's encouraging to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alimarcus.blogspot.com/feeds/113519035039590243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6756301&amp;postID=113519035039590243&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756301/posts/default/113519035039590243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756301/posts/default/113519035039590243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alimarcus.blogspot.com/2005/12/walking-to-work-today-i-felt.html' title=''/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00753336518356722206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756301.post-113319919443706335</id><published>2005-11-28T09:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T09:33:14.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Turtle Rock PhilosophyTurtle Rock Records is in the business of sharing music.  Typically, record labels are in the business of selling music.  People cease to be people; they become consumers.  Records cease to be artistic creations; they become advertisements.  Musicians cease to be artists; they become brands, like Mr. Clean or Energizer batteries.  Don’t get me wrong, Turtle Rock believes in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alimarcus.blogspot.com/feeds/113319919443706335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6756301&amp;postID=113319919443706335&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756301/posts/default/113319919443706335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756301/posts/default/113319919443706335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alimarcus.blogspot.com/2005/11/turtle-rock-philosophy-turtle-rock.html' title=''/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00753336518356722206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756301.post-113043470920952595</id><published>2005-10-27T09:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T10:38:29.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bonnie and Norm were here this past weekend.  Having the parents around is always such a pleasure; so many childhood frustrations seem ridiculous, but then again i think i may have spent most of it trying to convince them to see me the way i see myself.  i think at this point we've finally arrived at a kind of equal ground.  They no longer hint at the 'professional degree' as a source of life's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alimarcus.blogspot.com/feeds/113043470920952595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6756301&amp;postID=113043470920952595&amp;isPopup=true' title='127 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756301/posts/default/113043470920952595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756301/posts/default/113043470920952595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alimarcus.blogspot.com/2005/10/bonnie-and-norm-were-here-this-past.html' title=''/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00753336518356722206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>127</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756301.post-112983239729689647</id><published>2005-10-20T11:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T11:19:57.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I got to see Dar Williams again last night.  And i got to meet her.  so cool.  What I love about her most is the way she uses her voice in really intriguing ways.  There's sort of two different registers she sings in; one, mostly in the lower ranges, is piercing, sharp, painful almost, with this tight vibrato thing, and the other, usually higher, that's like a blanket of sheer sound: it seems to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alimarcus.blogspot.com/feeds/112983239729689647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6756301&amp;postID=112983239729689647&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756301/posts/default/112983239729689647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756301/posts/default/112983239729689647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alimarcus.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-got-to-see-dar-williams-again-last.html' title=''/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00753336518356722206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6756301.post-112031639610675865</id><published>2005-07-02T07:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T07:59:56.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I woke up this morning thinking about Woody Guthrie.  And Shakespeare.  For various reasons, they both were swimming around somewhere in my head when I awoke to a healthy blast of KEXP at 6:30am.  I guess it has something to do with whatever I was dreaming about.  Anyways, the point is...a random thought...but what if the people whom we canonize have certain characteristics in common not because </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alimarcus.blogspot.com/feeds/112031639610675865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6756301&amp;postID=112031639610675865&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756301/posts/default/112031639610675865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6756301/posts/default/112031639610675865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alimarcus.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-woke-up-this-morning-thinking-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00753336518356722206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
