A solution to social ills: film everything
The Karen Klein bullying case presents an innovative template for addressing the social ills of our day: film everything.
It works like this: everybody takes video of potentially abusive interactions he or she experiences or witnesses and posts it on YouTube. Then the users vote with their views and comments on the moral harm of the filmed behavior. If an overwhelming consensus emerges that someone has been victimized and the subsequent outrage leads to fundraising on behalf of the victimized, society has thus self-corrected. This process can spur civil and criminal legal action but its primary function is social and extra-legal.
Of course, in the Karen Klein case, the middle school bullies posted the footage that spurred the controversy, exemplifying the fact that those doing the filming often self-destructively come across the worst (see: the very concept of a sex tape). But never mind that the bullies pointed the weapon at themselves. This incident proves the capacity of that weapon to right social wrongs.
Which is why filming everything has a great potential to empower victims and concerned citizens. Armed with a surreptitious camera, a YouTube account, and the moral imperative to reset the karmic balance of the universe, everyday citizens can rake the muck off of all kinds of abusive behavior committed by everyday citizens. Major political figures and elected officials ought not be the only targets of aggressive guerilla videotaping/public humiliation. We are all targets. If we dare to be dicks to each other.
Publicly posting videos of abusive interactions can be viewed as analogous to suing someone, with crowd-sourced donations functioning as the equivalent to the damages won in a lawsuit. A Kickstarter rival can and likely will emerge that aggregates fundraising efforts for victims. (Paythebullied.com has not been registered as a domain yet). Of course, because the pay-outs are crowd-sourced, the victimizer pays in his reputation alone. For the middle-schoolers in the Klein case, part of their punishment has included being called a ‘monster’ by a journalistic moral authority like Matt Lauer on the Today Show.
Society needs precisely this kind of measure as a supplement to traditional channels of ruining reputations and gaining sympathy for those that have been wronged. Verbal person-to-person communication like gossip tends to add undesirable layers of context and perspective while minimizing the immediacy and injury of a particular controversial incident. This and it’s simply too private. Public text-based web communication like Facebook and mass emails also do not compare to the way in which video conveys the full pathos of a particular victim’s suffering and the heinous cruelty of his victimizer. (It’s like reading about the movie Salo vs. actually seeing it). There is an added retributive power as well at confronting victimizers with a permanent recorded loop of their regrettable behavior. We all know that everything on the web can never really be erased; some site will host a video or offer it as a torrent. If memories of regrettable actions can haunt, I imagine that videos of regrettable actions can destroy, and this is why I believe spying/broadcasting can function as both a potent deterrent against bad, stupid, and/or cruel behavior as well as a severe and novel form of social punishment.
Capturing and broadcasting video also addresses the inadequacies of our criminal and civil courts. Our system is hampered by all kinds of process-driven rules that delay the fast and obvious judgments society needs to quickly purify itself. It’s also dominated by slick attorneys and crusty elitist judges who feel entitled to negotiate the world of torts and laws just because they earned a law degree and have professional experience. Not to mention the fact that the legal system still clings to such antiquated and irrelevant notions of precedent, habeus corpus, and individual liberty. This kind of analog thinking can’t - and thus ought not - survive in the digital age.
Of course, the ideal would be if everything were filmed all the time. From all camera angles. Then we’d really have a grasp on who the bullies, the victimizers, the freaks, the amusing oddities, the sexual deviants, the prodigies, and the heroes in our society really are. And we could allocate funds via Kickstarter on the behalf of the deserving and/or aggrieved. I believe anonymous commenters on YouTube and social media aggregate sites are the best equipped to make these judgments, and only a steady stream of footage can ensure that people behave morally. For these reasons, I can easily see camera phones and YouTube forging an imminent social utopia.
9/11 memorial reaction
Visiting the apolitical, haunting 9/11 memorial recently was a strong start for me to finally contemplate a tragedy that the media sensationalized and turned into a theme park thrill ride and that the Bush Administration manipulated to justify catastrophic political decisions and the most vile of rhetoric. The memorial is devoid of pomp or grandiosity and enables contemplation, meditation, quietness. For the first time since it happened (I was in eighth grade) I felt that I had a vessel into which I could remember the victims and craft my own metaphors, engaging my own feelings of morality on an intimate level. The memorial returns the event to its simplest and original context and is hence universal and apolitical. The tears I cried at the memorial were out of sadness for the loss of life and the horrific suffering the victims endured, but they were also tears of appreciation that our country had finally found a way of bringing a sense of honor - after so many years of dishonor - to what had happened.
On Obama and liberal trolls
I question Obama’s toughest liberal critics because, to begin with, all Americans of all ideologies ought to be sighing in relief rather than dismay that we have a competent leader. But Obama, unlike our last decent president, Clinton, has been more than merely a competent steward of the government; he has responsibly and honorably addressed the disasters he inherited - the recession and the two un-winnable Middle East wars - as well as begun to advance a liberal agenda - the likes of which we haven’t seen since the Great Society. The achievements of his Administration are not procedural nor intuitive; they were forged through political shrewdness, courage, and patience, and will affect people positively for decades.
Yet there are a certain wing of liberals who view Obama’s presidency as, on the whole, a failure. To these critics, his achievements either did not go far enough or were not achievements at all: he compromised too much on health care by not passing the public option; Osama Bin Laden’s murder was, if not falsified, then barbaric, possibly illegal and disgracefully celebrated; torture remains an issue on which Obama is as bad as Bush; who cares if Obama ended combat operations in Iraq and is poised to do the same in Afghanistan? - he surged troop levels and we remain in Afghanistan; the commitment of U.S. troops in Libya was not authorized by Congress which makes him as bad of a flouter of the constitution as Bush; the stimulus was not big enough and therefore Obama is just a pawn of Wall Street; and the list goes on. To these critics, Obama’s undeniable achievements on gay rights and immigration are calculated and cynical political ploys for votes and campaign cash.
In my mind, criticizing Obama for any one of these policies is fair unto itself, but to view the Obama presidency through a predominantly negative lens is misguided at best, trollish at worst. It’s misguided because it fails to recognize how much he has accomplished in just one term - given the catastrophic state of domestic and foreign affairs that he inherited and the opposition he has faced from the other two branches of government (lest we forget the 5-4 Republican majority on the Supreme Court). It’s trollish because labeling even his undeniable achievements as politically motivated is both obvious and irrelevant; of course he’s a politician - that he is able to achieve anything through the political process doesn’t degrade him; it elevates the process and proves it can indeed work sometimes.
Sarah Palin: a political horror story
If you want to spend an hour realizing, with mounting horror, how close America came to having a reckless, deeply pathological figure a heartbeat from the presidency, listen to this interview with Sarah Palin biographer, Joe McGinniss on Australian radio. Detailing her rise to power as mayor of Wasilla, AK, Joe McGinnis reveals Palin’s pattern of vicious retribution against any and all perceived opponents, pathologic propensity for lying, religious and moral extremism, and boundless ignorance.
Gig Reviews Wrap-Up
A wrap-up of some shows I’ve gone to in May so far.
Wedneday, 5/9 at Webster Hall: AM to AM
AM to AM have all sorts of shiny gizmos in their high-tech arsenal — none more eye-catching than frontman, Will Tendy’s guitar-as-MIDI-pad. But this quintet really stands out in their muscular, tactile musicianship and the humility, even vulnerability with which they sweatily rock out, sans ego or preening. They play the shit out of their instruments, processed or raw. And their most gleaming centerpiece remains their capacity for the mammoth sing-along chorus hook, as heard on standouts songs - ‘Spot of Light” and the aptly named “Pop as Science.” The unabashed hugeness and glamour of early to mid 90’s era alt-rock (aka: Smashing Pumpkins, Nirvana) is brought into the twenty-first century.
Annie Lynch and her band of Beekeepers performed a raw, no-frills set - all captivating songwriting and four-part vocal arrangement laid admirably, mesmerizingly bare. As far as pop songwriting goes, it doesn’t get much better than “My Bonneville,” a sexy, playful, and funny 60’s-style romp about “the things we did” in the titular, and ironically grandmotherly, car.
Kelly and the Hermanos play nostalgic, romantic country music in the vein of legends Hank Williams, Willie Nelson, Johnny Cash, and Patsy Cline; in other words, the country music of yore (before it disintegrated into the morass of auto-tune, coquettish tween sex-bombs, jingoistic machismo, and plaintive old-men-with-feathered bleached hair that presently dominate mainstream country radio). Kelly and the Hermanos are a band where every instrument knows its role; from pedal steel to bass to guitar to drums, which manifests itself in arresting dynamics - the quietest, most subtle moments played with the same intensity and singularity of purpose as the loudest and most raucous. The music draws upon the iconography of both Western music and movies - and frontwoman Kelly Bartley recalls a Howard Hawksian heroine. They are releasing their record tonight at Rockwood II.
Lexi Roth opened with a solo set of evocative, memorable vocal melodies, impressively ambient guitar finger-picking, and an engaging stage presence that was unexpectedly funny and wholly disarming.
5/24 at Pianos: Vassals
Vassals outclasses the majority of the buzzy Brooklyn indie rock pack with their tension between thoughtful, Elliott Smith-ish melodies and noisy, balls-out trio arrangements. Shay Spence’s distinctive vocals range from a soft whisper to a seething scream, and the lyrics and wordplay remain front and center, even as the guitars and drums create carefully measured chaos. Their refusal of gimmickry, capacity to sound huge as a trio, and the sense that these songs indeed really mean something makes their sound both timely and timeless.
cliche subway rant
the new york subway proves the point that being inconsiderate, rude, and insufferable spans all races, classes, religions, ethnicities, and other social distinctions. we really are one people. a people that will steal seats, cut in lines on the stairwell, not move too inches to make room for anyone, use the morning commute as an opportunity to test every possible ringtone in our phone, and have inane loud conversations for seemingly no other purpose than to exercise our vocal cords and herculean capacity for injecting the word “like” into every possible pause…though the absence of headphones makes such observations more harshly felt, listening to music too can be a finely sharpened, double-edged weapon wielded on the subway to abuse both the health of our ears and those around us. For those who occupy that precarious space between malevolence and cluelessness (aka: New Yorkers; aka: humanity), the subway train car becomes a proverbial DJ booth upon which we spring a cacophony of tinny dance beats of various styles into the ears of an exasperated, grumpy, and wholly nonconsensual audience who, increasingly provoked, responds with acts that further bludgeon any hope of karma. Foreign policy experts call such reactions blowback.
Random Musings on Electronic Music
I happen to love electronic music - and think the synth-pop phase favors a certain kind of songwriting that is melodic and creative in a way that I find fun. However, I confess to a certain cringe factor when I hear recordings from a few years that consist exclusively, mostly, or considerably on programming, synth arrangements, and sundry digital post-production tricks. Even if the song is well-crafted. ‘Debut’ by Bjork is a great, exuberant album, but those beats on “Big Time Sensuality” and “Violently Happy” belong on a Calvin Klein catwalk circa ‘92. That’s not to say the beats don’t work on a theoretical level - the groove totally fits the rhythm of the melody. But electronic music somehow becomes so rooted to a specific time and place that its trappings distract from more timeless emotions that a recording may encompass. So instead of feeling Bjork’s euphoria, I’m thinking about how damn annoying and dated those cymbal sounds are. Albums with live instrumentation are dated to a certain degree by the instruments, the tape they were recorded on, the sound of the mic’s and pre-amps, and the evolution of mixing techniques. But the thing is, a lot of those pre-amps and Mic’s and analog tape are still coveted and prized and used. The vintage analog stuff has survived in quality. I don’t think that’ll be true of plug-ins and heavy stylistic post-production editing (unless, in the latter case, done in a way that could also conceivably be performed with turntables). I don’t have all the answers on this but my feeling says that technology dates, and the more of it you have in your music, the more its potential to distract. Then again, who cares? St. Vincent and Sufjan Stevens both have successfully transitioned from chamber pop to something more electronically influenced. The Knife and Fever Ray’s Karin Andersson is an exceptionally fine songwriter and poetic mind. And most people would agree that Radiohead’s palette expansion from Kid A on has been good for everybody. For me, Metric’s sound is on the precipice of descending into datedness. Emily Haines might be the best all-around songwriter of her generation; ‘Torture Me’ and ‘Police and the Private’ are two of the band’s most aching, lyrically expressive, beautifully crafted songs but they both sport beats and synth sounds as dated as yesterday’s uber-hip fashion mullet.
I apologize to all my loyal readers (what up Stoltz family) for my little hiatus from blogging. I’ve been traveling most of the month - back and forth from Cincinnati to New York play shows/attend job interviews and then to Austin for SXSW then back to Cincinnati only to move to New York a week later. I’ve now been in New York for nearly a week, having started a new job working as a quasi-archivalist with classical music programs. I’m learning a lot about classical music repertoire and terminology as well as how royalty distribution works (in the realm of public performances). The world of publishing and copyright law is something I’ve always been interested in in the theoretical sense - and is coming into relevant and organic focus as a highly complex - but no less crucial resource for how musicians get paid, how estates are established, how culture - musical and otherwise - becomes embedded.
I am so pleased that anti-bullying laws, films, and initiatives have arisen over the past several years. The anti-bullying movement incorporates pro-gay politics and vital concerns about privacy in the digital age. The awareness it raises seems a vital defense against the abuse that creates so much suffering for American schoolchildren.
Apparently what’s missing from the new Bully documentary is focus on the bullies themselves. “We also hear from the parents of these kids, but Bully never ventures to the other side to hear from those inflicting all this suffering, leaving us moved by poignant scenes of victims’ shattered lives, but, for reasons unclear, keeping the bullies themselves largely out of our reach.” - Slant Magazine.
I wonder if a movement to out and publicly humiliate bullies past and present will arise? To target both current abusers and past abusers living adult lives who were never held responsible for the cruelty and emotional damage they inflicted on children; certainly their former victims remember these bullies’ names and past actions with specificity and pain.
On the other hand, bullying doesn’t occur in a vacuum; it’s a systemic problem, maintained by incompetent administrators and broader social injustices. Such outing could also be viewed as co-opting the tactics of the abusers and as petty vengeance instead of belated justice.
I’d like to see the debate happen nevertheless.
Being broke never sounded so fun and sexy
“Perspective (Heat)” by new NYC indie band, Blank Paper, is exactly the kind of playful, yet ultra-sophisticated pop song about “page after page of bills, bills, bills” that could become an unofficial anthem of the Occupy generation - or at least earn a spot on any broke young person’s party playlist. Even though lead singer, Marie Kim laments how “money’s all about what you’ve already got/all the right combination of who, where, when, what,” she finds hope in physical intimacy: “when I need a moan/he calls me my baby” and “It’s a luxury just to feel ya.”