Fetch Me Some Damn Free Skynyrd!
Yesterday, Buckethead emailed me a link to an article in that there Wired publication, about how the future of recorded music is... vinyl, which is gonna come back big.
Bucket commented at the time, "the idea that vinyl could make a real comeback seems absurd, but there it is in print, on the internet, so it must be true."
Ah, so pretty and so very naive.
Here's the deal.
What's a "real" comeback? Honestly. Vinyl isn't dead, and it's not dying, but it's not exactly picking itself up off the canvas and taking another bite out of Evander Holyfield, either.
The future of music recorded on physical media is this: it is going to slowly dwindle into a niche pursuit like the model train industry, or home brewing or whatnot. A hard core of hobbyists and aficionados will favor the sonic quality of analog or of audiophile digital over the portability and convenience of commercial digital, and by doing so keep vinyl and probably tape "alive" for decades to come. There's already thousands of independent used record stores around, and unless they are legislated out of existence by aggressive copyright law reform (a real possibility), they'll still be there a hundred years from now, a little run down, a little tattered, but crammed with more 12-inchers than Tiffani Towers. On the same page, there's hundreds of little local labels out there run by kids with Chuck T's and sideburns pressing small runs of vinyl (both 7'' and 12'') of their releases - sometimes as the only medium the album comes out in. It's art!
But a "real" comeback, that's more than a piss in a rainstorm? Impossible. The music business, no matter how it diminishes, measures its revenues in hundreds of millions of dollars. Vinyl doesn't need a lot to stay on life support, but no way it's going to *ever* be the domain of anyone but music nerds ever again. Music is a convenience nowadays, a *utility* like water or electricity or internet access, especially to the all-powerful demographic of people under 25. These days normal people don't have solar panels on their house, they don't carry a bucket to the well when they want a drink, and they sure as hell don't walk over to the turntable when the side ends. What's a "side?"
In fact, as we just saw with the new Radiohead release, habits form fast. The album was free if you didn't want to pay for it, available for download right there on the internet, and still many thousands of Radiohead fans went to Bittorent to pull it down illegally rather than visiting the official site, where it was right there for the taking. There was literally nothing standing in the way of getting the album for free and totally legally on the internet, and people still stole it (from the point of view of copyright law), only because they were in the habit of going to bittorrent and stealing music. Why? Because that's where music comes from! Flip this switch, the light comes on! Turn the tap, water comes out!
The lessons to take away from this?
That the modern major labels and the larger indies have doomed themselves to a slow and painful decline by giving their fans (and an entire generation of new ones) eight years in which to get used to getting music off the internet for free from places that don't pay copyright fees of any kind. Yep - music's a utility now, and the companies that make the most high-profile music have no way of controlling or monetizing that fact.
That vinyl will do just fine, if by "just fine" you mean "out there if you want to find it, and isn't that quaint."
And that the future of music belongs, as always, to people with Chuck Taylors and interesting sideburns.
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"but crammed with more 12-inchers than Tiffani Towers"
How long have you been waiting to whip that out?
My vote for best Ministerial turn of phrase all day.
Keep the old-school porn references coming!
I was in an audio store a while back. The recluse running the store threw on a vinyl album running through a tube amp to show me how much better music sounds that way. I think I offended him with my indifference. Deep sea diving, gunfire, and Dio concerts have eliminated my ability to distinguish the difference (if there is one).
Bram's a HOOOLAAY DIE-VAAAAAHHH!
I *knew* I liked that dude.
I got nothing to add to an already entertaining sissy-fight between audio snobs. The perfection of digital reproduction and dodecahedra-phonic speaker setups vs the old school warmth of this or that rig has nothing to do with me.
What I can respect is music as it was originally recorded. I don't mean that I keep an 8-track player around solely so Peter Frampton or KC and the Sunshine Band sound proper. I mean being able to hear Robert Johnson on a period recording, with all the scritches, scratches, warbles and moans, and listen not just to an artist, but to something as close to sonic authenticity as we're ever going to hear. And the best way to get at that is to hear it in context.
Maybe that's one difference between hearing and appreciating.
It's not so different from reading primary sources. Yeah, you can get so much electronically, and it's opened alot of doors for people who otherwise might not have had access to those materials. But there's alot to be said for seeing the real thing, with your own eyes, or touching the old paper or vellum yourself.
I know four people who have purchased USB turntables in the past two months. Their original intent in making their purchases was to convert they old vinyl collections into digital files for their iPods. But when they learned they could buy new albums now, they all agree it was great.
Alas, my meagre collection of vinyl was left in an attic box by my loving mother where it went from blazing hot in summer to artic cold in winter. The medium was pretty much destroyed after a few years of that. Those albums were disposed of with my sadness (and yet some fanfare...).