Music future = musician >< fan

Bravo to Ian Rogers of Topspin in a recent speech on music value. He takes the approach that the future of music lies in the artist and the fan. If you are neither artist nor fan then you must question what value you add in the music ecosystem (between artist and fan).

I also liked his comment that when Nine Inch Nails offered Ghosts at five price points he was really asking, “How big a fan are you?” in relation to freemium pricing of content.

twittering

someone twitters a plane crash: http://twitter.com/2drinksbehind?page=2

I'm not sure about this - someone turning to technology at a 'life defining' or possibly life ending moment. Is the value of reading his words worth his effort?

Note also that in Australia we can't use mobiles on board aircraft - it causes crashes.

Christmas evil

Years ago Santa's (Saint Nicholas) job delivering presents to the children of Austria, southern Germany, Switzerland, and north Italy was split into good and evil. Santa carried a big book listing which children had behaved and which had been naughty or lazy. Santa would visit homes and always check his list twice.
While Santa delivered presents to children who had behaved, a ghastly evil, ferocious goat-horned human/beast spirit called the Krampus followed him. Krampus was usually dressed in fur with a long red tongue and tail. Naughty or lazy children were shackled then put into Krampus's bag and spirited away into the night to be hurled into the flames of hell, or he threatened to spank them with birch branches and bad dreams. sometimes he would scare the children to death with his evil looks.

So this year make sure you ask children if they've been good this year.....

last night I learnt

that if you sprinkle nutmeg on a fire it sparkles

Sirens

I'd love to see David Lynch do a movie set in outer space. With lots of floating.....

'Song to the Siren' by This Mortal Coil

On the floating, shapeless oceans
I did all my best to smile
til your singing eyes and fingers
drew me loving into your eyes.

And you sang "Sail to me, sail to me;
Let me enfold you."

Here I am, here I am waiting to hold you.
Did I dream you dreamed about me?
Were you here when I was full sail?

Now my foolish boat is leaning, broken love lost on your rocks.
For you sang, "Touch me not, touch me not, come back tomorrow."
Oh my heart, oh my heart shies from the sorrow.

I'm as puzzled as a newborn child.
I'm as riddled as the tide.
Should I stand amid the breakers?
Or shall I lie with death my bride?

Hear me sing: "Swim to me, swim to me, let me enfold you."
"Here I am. Here I am, waiting to hold you."

"Listen closely to what I tell you now....
First you will raise the island of the Sirens,
those creatures who spellbind any man alive.
whoever comes their way. Whoever draws too close,
off guard, and catches the Sirens' voices in the air...
The high, thrilling song of the Sirens will transfix him...
Race straight past that coast!"