Sunday, June 25, 2006

What I've been saying all along

At last someone decided to put into print what I've been thinking and discovering for the past 10 years or so. Thank you, Jeff Leeds; I would like to shake your hand.
"Accounting for the shallow talent pool, some industry executives cite the effects of MTV, which lets fans see performers without ever leaving their couch. Others blame a recording industry more focused on disposable hits than long-term career development, or a universe of digital singles that can keep fans from establishing deep connections with an artist over a long career. Whatever the case, John Scher, the New York music promoter and entrepreneur, says that unless the industry's dynamics change, many of the nation's big summer music venues 'will be plowed over and be made into housing projects.'"

- "Iron Man Slows, and So Does the Industry," The New York Times, June 25, 2006

Monday, June 19, 2006

It came without warning

I'm so excited about all the new albums coming out:
"Songs from Black Mountain" by Live
"Dusk and Summer" by Dashboard Confessional
"Under the Iron Sea" by Keane

Perhaps reviews will follow soon ...

Sunday, June 11, 2006

Foresight is so often blind

My first week at The Buffalo News has come and gone. I had the early shift, so I had to be at work by 7:30 a.m. each day, and I got out at around 2:30 p.m. This week I work Monday, Thursday, Friday and Sunday from 5 pm. to around 1 a.m., and Saturday from 3 to 11 p.m., so I won't have to get up early. The week after, however, I'm working the shift from 7 a.m. to 3 p.m. The paper recently dumped its Metro edition, which means deadlines have been pushed up at least a half hour. At least that allows me to see Blues Traveler and Carbon Leaf at Thursday at the Square in Lafayette Square on July 22 -- for free.

My job consists of -- at least in the morning -- reading an early edition of the paper for errors, and pointing them out so they can be corrected for the next issue. The News comes out with several editions of the paper throughout the course of the morning, for the different regions of the Buffalo area, something they will do away with come next year. Once the first stories get to me, I edit them for style, grammar and spelling, make the necessary changes, trim the story so it will fit on the page and write headlines. The morning shift doesn't normally receive that many stories to edit, so the days are kind of boring. At night things are a lot more active. Nonetheless, the other editors I've met so far are really nice and fun to talk with. A lot of them are SU alumni. I've also met both of my fellow copy interns, Mark and Jeremy. Mark and I have worked together a couple days last week, and I assume I'll share some shifts with Jeremy soon.

I take the subway to work. There's a station a couple blocks from my apartment. It's amazing how much is within walking distance of my building; I'm right in the middle of everything, it seems. I took the bus on my first day, but I figure the subway's easier because you don't have to signal for stops or anything. I bought a Metro Pass, so I can take unlimited bus/subway rides in a given Metro zone.

This weekend was the Allentown Arts Festival and the Music Is Art festival, both taking place literally right outside my door. The Allentown festival involves a street fair where artists -- who come from all over the country -- display and sell their work -- painting, jewelry, clothing, leather, pottery, glass, etc. The Music Is Art festival, now in its fourth year and headed up by the Goo Goo Dolls' bassist Robby Takac, is a little more obscure, but I've been hearing the music from the free concerts (a bunch of local bands plus some lesser-known nationally known bands and artists -- Lisa Loeb for one). All donations made at the festival go to Robby's charities, which mainly focus on kids as musicians.

Two nights ago, Ethan and I went to the Anchor Bar, literally one block away from me. The restaurant, opened in 1935, is the famed birthplace of the Buffalo chicken wing. Being a vegetarian, I wasn't able to enjoy the Anchor staple, but Ethan did. I ordered a white pizza instead. Yum. The restaurant is open until late in the night -- midnight on weekdays, 1 a.m. on Friday and weekends. The night we went, they had live jazz playing. It's a really neat place -- if you're ever in the area, the Anchor Bar is definitely a place you need to visit in order to get the full Buffalo experience.

A couple weeks ago, I mentioned an upcoming trip to Toronto. Ethan and I went on May 31 to see the sights and visit some bars, since the drinking age there is 19. We had a blast -- the city is really clean, safe and beautiful: one of the more beautiful cities I've seen in my travels. A highlight of the trip includes us visiting a winery that was actually closed, but the guy let us in to buy a $10 (Canadian dollars) bottle of red wine. I don't even know what kind it was, and I don't feel safe making a guess, because my experience with red wines has been minimal at best. At least I can say with surety that it wasn't Merlot. ;P There'll probably be a few more trips to Canada in the future. Lately I've been checking out Ontario wine tours -- I've heard they're really nice, and I've always wanted to go on one.

Friday, June 02, 2006

Well I don't know what I'm looking for

Well I don't know what I'm living for,
but I know that I just want to live some more.
And you hear it from strangers and you hear it from friends
that love never dies; love never ends.
Now I don't want to argue; no, I don't want to fight,
'cause you're always wrong and I'm always right.
Well I don't know what I'm living for,
but I know that I just want to live some more.

I used to be involved, and I felt like a king.
Now I've lost it all and I don't feel a thing.
I may never grow old; I may never give in,
and I'll blame this world that I'm living in.
I visit hell on a daily basis.
I see the sadness on all your faces.
I've got friends who have married and their lives seem complete.
Here I am still stumbling down a darkened street.

And I act like a child and I'm insecure,
and I'm filled with doubt and I'm immature.
Sometimes it creeps up on me
and before I know it, I'm lost at sea.
But no matter how far I row,
I always find my way back home.
But I don't know what I've been waiting for,
but I know that I don't want to wait anymore.

- Brendan Benson, "What I'm Looking For"