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WolframTones – Computer Generated Music

April 22nd, 2011

For those of you unfamiliar with Wolfram Alpha – they bill themselves as a “Computational Knowledge Engine” — many a budding young mathematician and old grizzled researcher can find astounding amounts of data here, as well as help with solving equations, explanations of mathematical operators, you know, everything under the sun about math.  You can even look at stock data, literally millions of little fascinating things.  For extra fun, search WolframAlpha with “What is the meaning of life?”  Douglas Adams fans will rejoice!

Finn and Jake say Algebraic!

Finn and Jake think WolframAlpha is Algebraic!

However, my interests lie deeply with music, and I have a fondness for computer generated music, so what I’m here to showcase is WolframTones – — WolframTones is a web based interface that allows you to generate random music based on your selections.

Screenshot of WolframTones web interface

I for one welcome our new robot musician overlords.

You can pick a style of music you’d like, then play with variations.  There’s even instrumentation you can play with, time controls (set the tempo), pitch mapping if you want to work in certain keys.  I would say the majority of the generated music is not going to be the next big club hit, but sometimes you get some pretty cool little ditties, and it’s a fun way to kill some time.

Getting Down on Friday

March 21st, 2011

UPDATE 03/28/11:  The Youtube feed was removed due to some sort of copyright claim by Disney it says.  I guess it’s an ABC show, but I wonder, is Disney interested in adding big bad RB to their roster, not sure what the contention was.

Post Post Update:  Ok, turns out they didn’t remove the video, just disabled embedding, I can’t imagine why, perhaps cuz lil’ bastards like me embed it on their blogs.  Here’s the link to it here, as well as below, sorry can’t host it here :) Rebecca Black – Friday Acoustic (click here or below)

If you don’t know who Rebecca Black is, I have neither the time or patience to explain it.  Anyways, besides WINNING every second, DUH, she also busts out a great acoustic version of her rocking song.  I just wanted everyone to see this, and to stop the hating! Not since Nirvana’s unplugged has there been a rockinger songalator.   It’s even better acoustic!

View the video on Youtube

Which seat can I take?

Rebecca Black meme

I would roll with Ice Cube anyday, WESTSIIIIDE

So Many People I Want To Kill: A Critical Analysis of GG Allin’s “Legalize Murder”

March 13th, 2011

Son of a bitch with a gun in his hand.


Video for context:  GG Allin “Legalize Murder”

Is junk rock, punk rock, the fringe of society’s music and culture any less important, or less relevant, somehow invalid in the view of society.  If one simply delves deeper into the text that is lyrical composition, one may find that like the onion, depending on preparation, deliciously bitter, caramelized and sweet, does it not have layers, as do our internal organs when sliced thinly, and subjected to close examination under an electro microscope?  Do my similies and metaphors, perhaps, stroke too broadly a brush.  What is mind?  No matter.  What is matter?  Nevermind.

So let’s read into this mofo.

“So many people I want to kill,
maybe I won’t, maybe I will.”

Given a biographical perspective of the author of this lyrical journey, which I won’t go into detail, because I have neither the energy nor inclination to expand upon the subject, this speaks to the disenfranchisement of the marginalized  elements of society, the poor and mentally ill.  Frustration at the exclusionary practices of the power structure that sets the folkways, and mores of our society.  The need to lash back in extreme force against those who oppress us.  The indecision and confusion that accompanies the struggle for identity and the damaged clarity of a life of uncertainty.

“Put the gun to your head,
blow you away.”

This passage lacks a degree of reasoning, but rather seems to be expressed in an espousal of dominance, and posturing towards a male dominance, where force and finality determine  superiority.

“Fucking pigs, legalize,
Fucking pigs, legalize,
Fucking pigs, legalize,
legalize, legalize murder.”

Thus we come to the chorus, which works in rhythmic repetition.  Pigs, a word commonly associated with the police, or those in a position of power.  The call for the legalization of murder, a dominant taboo to varying degrees throughout most societies in the world, is a call for anarchy in response to a system that has perhaps had its failings for those who are disenfranchised and punished by society’s indifference towards them.

“I heard you say I’m that crazy man,
Son of a bitch with a gun in his hand,
You’re gonna know who I am today,
I’m your enemy.”

If examined closely this stanza of the song provides meaning beyond the surface of the text.  He is not claiming himself to be the crazy man, but rather he has “heard” others tell him he is so.  He is a victim of one of the most vicious of social stigmas, insanity, and if one follows the  of labeling theory, it is perhaps one of the most damning things you can do to a person.  Once they are ascribed to having mental defect, it damages their credibility and alters social perception towards the individual.  See most notably the Rosenhan Experiment, where graduate students were placed in mental institutions, and their behavior was interpreted due to their false diagnoses as being mentally unsound.

“It’s all out war on my war path
A lethal kill, a savage blood bath
Stick a dagger deep in your chest
As life fades away”

On the surface perhaps this appears to be a further expansion on the arbitrary violence of the lyrics, but given the psychological ascription of projection,  the nature of projection is to treat others as they have treated you, counterintuitive perhaps, but a widely held belief by many religious organizations, the confusion between the actual biblical thought of “Do unto others, as you would have them do to you,” rather subverted into “Do unto others as they have done to you,” the response being to lash out violently in the same manner as those have treated the victim.  Responding to the stigma of being marginalized and taught that your life doesn’t matter, by offering the same back to the authoritative source.

“In a pool of blood, where you belong
In a dead dead heap, on
the cold cold ground
Watch you squirm, watch you murmur
Fucking pigs, legalize murder”

This is a response to being told oneself that there are only certain stations in the societal collective where one “belongs”.  The dead heap perhaps the societal walls, invisible or visible given to those disenfranchised, a dead heap for which there is no traversing or overcoming, the decays of the ghetto, or forgotten urban landscapes, where those who are not welcomed into society are ascribed and placed.  The cold ground echoes sentiments of the coldness that society regards them.  The wanting of others to suffer the same fate as the disenfranchised, to be watched, from an uncaring distance, their demands, pleas, and concerns gone unheard, as if struck mute by the power structures in place.  The final plea, for an unstructured world, without mores, folkways, and societal expectancies, which have failed them.

After this, the structure is repeated again.  For emphasis, structure, and repetition, a second call to an uncaring world that words echo off of, but are never taken into consideration.