Art vs. Sport

Last night, I found myself in front of the TV, watching Olympic figure skating: specifically, the men’s short program. I tuned in partway through, so I missed some of the more inspired performances. However, in amongst all the guys who bailed on their triple (and quad) jumps and just generally phoned it in, there was one skater whose program really captivated me.

In looking for a video of Evan Lysacek’s performance, i found this short but interesting AP video interview with his choreographer.

Before I watched this “behind the scenes” news bit this evening, I thought I was going to be writing an amateur commentary about male figure skating in general, and Evan in particular.* Instead, my thoughts have turned to the parallels between figure skating and drum & bugle corps (which, for those who may not know, is an activity in which I was involved for five years total: 1995-1997 in “junior” corps, and 2004-2005 in “senior” corps).

Besides the similarities in judging, there also seems to be debate in both fields whether the activity in question a.) actually qualifies as a sport; and b.) should be designed for the judges, the audience, or both. Ms. Nichol’s opinion is very close to my own:

I’m trying to appeal to those that I know have spent the hours and the time, and really understand the incredible difficulty of some of the things we’re doing on the ice; and then I try to do it so that anyone can enjoy it. I think of what my Mom’s watching, I think of what my neighbor’s watching, and how do I make this program enjoyable for them? And how do I make it so that it’s something the judges will be able to understand and respect — and especially my colleagues?

There are a lot of people saying right now that you need to choreograph to the lowest common denominator, you have to be able to grab people in two seconds…. I still have to believe that the essence of figure skating is the most important thing, the progression of the sport through that.

This is very much like the delicate balance of drum and bugle corps. Where is the line between pleasing the judges and pleasing the audience? As a former corps member, I can appreciate difficult drill moves and musical passages and such; as an audience member, I also appreciate the blow-your-face-off company fronts and the ballads and the tunes you’ve never heard before but still get stuck in your head as you’re leaving the stadium after the show.

As soon as I stopped having those awesome audience-member moments, I stopped attending drum corps shows. I stopped seeking out the pre-season recordings of Memorial Day camps, when the show is just about complete. I stopped caring about the activity as I once did.

I watched more figure skating last night on network television and tonight on the internet than the amount of drum corps I’ve watched in the past two years, either live or online. And I enjoyed it more.

Appropriate, somehow, that Evan skated to The Firebird, a piece I know only from its popularity as a drum corps staple, most notably performed by the Cavaliers in 1976 and 1997.

* As far as my commentary on male figure skaters, and Evan in particular: Details matter. Watch the video of Evan’s short program performance and note his arm position, his hand position, the extension of his body. He uses his long, slender body type to his advantage, making every inch of his height and wingspan count. Even his choreographed head snaps add to the overall effect. He makes the most of every movement, paying close attention to each detail. The multiple daily runthroughs of his program have obviously paid off.

TuneGlue

I showed one of my co-workers my 2009 Year In Review this week, and he mentioned that I might be able to turn some of that data into useful information. He meant more along the lines of incorporating a matrix into my mileage and calculating how many calories I burned over time, while dynamically updating my weight over time to increase accuracy.

What I immediately thought of, though, was music.

Last.fm can be a great predictor of what music I might like. So can Pandora. Even so, I find myself hearing a song, saying, “Yeah, I like that,” marking it as such on the website, then never coming back to it again.

I don’t remember where I heard about TuneGlue, but it uses data from Last.fm to display an expanding web of related artists. It’s not just the data, though; the interface is half the fun. Go try it for yourself and see what I mean: input the name of an artist, then hover over the tiny LP that appears. Select “expand” to see related artists spring out from the first. Drag them around and watch them spring back into position, then choose another artist to expand. Rinse and repeat.

My musical taste is firmly rooted in ’90s alternative, as evidenced by my Top 10 Most Played Artists of 2009: eight of the ten could arguably be said to have reached their peak of popularity in the 1990s. I assumed, therefore, that if I searched for one, another would be closely related.

I was right:

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I searched for Greg Dulli, then expanded to see his bands and side projects. It only took me two degrees of related artists to get to Sugar, part of the Bob Mould conglomerate that I counted as #3 on my list.

This isn’t exactly getting me NEW-new music to listen to, but it’s at least getting me to some new-to-me music. A few of these bands I’ve heard of and can name one song: Screaming Trees with “Nearly Lost You“; The Lemonheads with “It’s a Shame About Ray“; Buffalo Tom with… what was their song? Oh, right: “Taillights Fade” (thanks, Google). Some of these artists I’ve heard of, but couldn’t name a song off the top of my head: Bettie Serveert, Ned’s Atomic Dustbin. Then there are a few that are new to me: My Jerusalem, Soulsavers, Superchunk, Jeff Klein, Matthew Ryan.

If we were still in the mid-’90s, I’d borrow some CDs from the library and from friends and make myself a mixtape. As it is, I’m unfettered by any sort of time constraint, since I plug my 30GB iPod into the trusty Kia Forte every day during my 20-minute commute.

I’ll probably acquire a few songs by the artists I don’t already know — most likely, I’ll snag the most popular songs as listed on Last.fm — and I’ll throw them into a playlist with the songs I know (and already have on my iPod).

I do miss the days when I could turn on the radio and every song was awesome, and every music store had an “alternative rock” section, and everyone had at least one friend who could regularly introduce them to great new music. It seems like such a challenge now. It’s possible, yes, with indie music podcasts and whatnot, but the results aren’t as consistently awesome.

If I end up liking the playlist I concoct, I’ll let you know…

Christmas Music That Doesn’t Suck!

Back in 2001, Aaron made this compilation of Christmas music that he’d downloaded over his dial-up internet. See, he hated Christmas music, for the most part, but knew that there were some cool Christmas songs out there.

He burned copies for a few of his friends, who played it for their friends, and everyone loved it. And now, seven years later, you, too, can share in the joy that is…

Christmas Music That Doesn’t Suck!
(download .zip, 61.6 MB)

  1. The Ramones – Merry Christmas (I Don’t Wanna Fight)
  2. The Ventures – Jingle Bells
  3. Stiff Little Fingers – White Christmas
  4. El Vez – Feliz Navi-Nada
  5. Cheech and Chong – Santa Claus and His Old Lady
  6. Bruce Springsteen – Santa Claus is Coming to Town
  7. Disco Noel – Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer
  8. Adam Sandler – The Hannukah Song
  9. John Lennon – So This Is Christmas (War Is Over)
  10. Bing Crosby and David Bowie – Little Drummer Boy
  11. They Might Be Giants – Santa’s Beard
  12. The White Stripes – Candy Cane Children
  13. Bob and Doug McKenzie – The 12 Days of Christmas
  14. Weird Al Yankovic – Christmas at Ground Zero
  15. The Arrogant Worms – Christmas Sucks
  16. Henry Rollins – ‘Twas the Night Before Christmas
  17. Pansy Division – Homo Christmas

Please note that Track 17 is NSFW, and was purposely put at the end of the CD to facilitate easy removal/omission of the one potentially offensive song — say, if you were going to make a copy for a co-worker or your uncle or something.

Share, enjoy, but don’t let The Man catch you sharing the joy. Happy Holidays!