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Bean-Counting the Beat | May 15, 2008 10:19

This week's Media7 looks at the debate around the sometimes uneasy blend of culture and commerce that is the local music funding structure. There can be no doubt that the local industry is more skilled and more productive than it was a decade ago, and there have been some wins along the way. But every New Zealand Music Month the rumblings grow a little louder.

The ondemand version of the show is online. There are the WMV clips and the podcast. And, of course, we're all over yer YouTube.

The discussion (preceded by a video backgrounder) was spirited, but civil, and could easily have stretched on for another half an hour. It was certainly worth having NZ On Air's Brendan Smythe and funding critic Gray Bartlett at the same table. Left to his own devices in front of a microphone, Gray has said some rather spiteful and silly things this month (including claiming on Newstalk ZB that the government had spent "hundreds of millions" on music industry funding in the past five years), but our debate didn't really go there.

There is a view in the music industry that the focus on the needs of commercial radio -- an inevitable consequence of NZ On Air holding by far the biggest funding purse, of $5 million annually -- has begun to distort priorities. Exactly how they're distorted depends on where you stand -- Gray thinks that "popera" and country music artists are being abandoned, and the indie sector thinks OpShop and Autozamm are getting all the money.

I agree with our third panellist, Real Groove editor Duncan Grieve, that the system needs to find some way of recognising a new reality: that the focus of music discovery has shifted to the internet. Radio just doesn't matter so much now.

Andrew Dubber and I wrote a lengthy thinkpiece on related issues for NZ On Air last year, in which I noted that the tastemakers are online, and suggested that:

It is not beyond the bounds of possibility that the concept of NZ On Air's Kiwi Hit Discs -- delivering free music to tastemakers in radio -- could, by negotiation with copyright owners, one day be extended to listeners themselves, via the internet.

Because …

… the traditional opinion leaders for music (reviewers, radio presenters and programmers) have been joined by an army of music enthusiasts who write blogs about music, set up fan sites, share their tastes and preferences and discuss music on social networking platforms such as MySpace, Last.FM, Mog, Facebook, Bebo, and many others. Some of these new opinion leaders have regular readerships that rival press circulation and radio station listenership.

The paper's title is We're All In This Together.

Greg Dixon's story for this month's Metro covers the issue well, in parts: it contains plenty of useful information, and some fascinating quotes. Other parts aren't so good: the intro is excruciating and there's a good deal of pointless snark. The snark intrigues me: there's a lot of passion exercised over a total budget of about $8 million across all agencies. SPARC gives far more than that every year to a small group of elite athletes.

There's a growing consensus that the Music Industry Commission, which has done a great deal on relatively modest year-by-year funding (including developing the very successful music performance curriculum for schools) deserves a better base. We'll see.

Simon Grigg's response to Gray's interview with the Herald is really worth reading. Let's not pretend the present system doesn't need to change -- but let's not be throwing the baby out with the cultural bathwater either. It's great that Hayley, Yulia, Elizabeth Marvelly and Will Martin are prospering, but albums full of popera standards can't represent contemporary New Zealand. It's Johnny Devlin we remember, not whoever your Mum and Dad liked at the time.

Another reason for change: there is no way that the present state of the industry will -- or can -- persist. As Simon notes it seems likely that EMI will sharply cut back its New Zealand operation (along with most other offices in the region). More weight will shift to independent labels, who (generally with the assistance of production and distribution deals with the major companies) already account for nearly half the radio airplay for local artists.

Anyway, that'll do for starters. I've invited the panelists to continue the discussion, and that invitation applies to anyone else who'd like to have their say.

But one thing: in a backgrounder for the show, I noted Kiwi FM's tiny audience share. I should make clear that I actually think Kiwi does a great job (I'm a big fan of both Wallace and Wammo); it's just somewhat imprisoned in that all-local-all-the-time format. Its 31 Bands in a Box project (live to air performances flipped onto YouTube) is neat.

(See also Radio NZ's excellent Mint Chicks live recording, which aired a couple of Saturdays ago.)

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My darling and I stepped out last evening and took in the stage version of On The Conditions And Possibilities Of Helen Clark Taking Me As Her Young Lover, which may well be the greatest PowerPoint presentation ever staged in this country. People around us whimpered and sighed and snorted, helpless with inadequately suppressed laughter, as the doe-eyed Mr Richard Meros hunted down his conclusion.

Meros and his close (nay, inseparable) collaborator Arthur Meek deserve great praise for this production. I remember its nascent internet incarnation, and I took the opportunity after the show to purchase the book (now in its third edition -- with a quote from The Guardian on the cover!) which I am confident will come to be regarded as a classic of its kind. It will sit alongside Bookie No.1 by the Nag's Head Press on my shelf.

You could certainly do worse than grab a ticket for one of the last three nights at The Classic Basement in Auckland. And you can also see it next month at the Christchurch Cabaret Festival.

Speaking of endorsements from The Guardian, Chad Taylor, once of this parish, has been named in the paper's books blog as a cult author who deserves to come into the mainstream.

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Cool | May 14, 2008 10:02

Air New Zealand is equipping 18 of its planes with some cool new media kit, according to The Register. El Reg makes much of the fact that the Panasonic X Series in-flight entertainment system includes an iPod dock, but there seems to be much more to it than that: including broadband internet, VoIP, secure payments and a suite of games with multiplayer options. The exact configuration is up to the airline.

The implication seems to be that the seat-back kit will be fitted throughout the plane, and not just where Graham Reid sits.

I was a bit puzzled about why the iPod functionality would be such a big deal -- can't you listen to your iPod solo anyway? -- but the system gives you an LCD iPod menu display and noise-cancelling.

Cool.

It's just a bugger I'm unlikely to be flying anywhere outside New Zealand this year.

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TV list show in "doesn't suck" shock! | May 13, 2008 10:25

One form of TV you can reliably assume will deliver less than it promises is the clips countdown. Well, usually. But I watched Karyn Hay's Rock the Nation: 100 New Zealand Music Moments on C4 last night -- and it's good!

The show is smart, it told me things I didn't know and -- from Devlin to D'Arcy Clay; from Sweetwaters to Savage -- it got the tone right. It even features Simon Grigg! I'll certainly be watching the next three episodes.

Coincidentally, Gareth Shute's new book, NZ Rock 1987-2007 (Random House) arrived at the front door yesterday. It's as functional as the title suggests: there are no grand theories advanced, there's not even an introduction -- just a crisp, comprehensive account of who did what, when, across 359 pages, with a big index. It's a reference book, and I think every public library, at least, should own one. I'll see if I can get some copies to give away.

If you like the sound of that, you may also wish to join us for the recording of Media7, 7pm tonight at The Classic in Queen Street. We're marking Music Month by taking on the music funding debate, with Brendan Smythe from NZ On Air, funding curmudgeon Gray Bartlett and entertainment lawyer Chris Hocquard Real Groove editor Duncan Grieve. We can fit a few bods, but you'll need to hit "reply" below to let me know that you (and a friend if desired) will be joining us.

And the free stuff keeps on coming: we have one double pass to for each of HDU's shows at the San Francisco Bath House in Wellington (this Thursday) and the King's Arms in Auckland. Hit reply and email me with HDU in the subject line and contact details. HDU are playing in support of their new album, Metamathics.

Meanwhile, just so you know it's coming: expect the usual suspects to pick up on the revivedpanic about salvia divinorum, which is hitting the American media at the moment.

Salvia is a short-acting but spectacularly hallucinogenic variety of sage that has quietly been sold out of head shops for at least a decade. Several US states have recently rushed to ban it (some poor bastard in Dakota is facing years in prison after buying some on eBay and California is looking to make it R18 (which seems sensible).

The spur for the latest round of stories is a proliferation of user clips on YouTube, including good trips and bad trips. Now, frankly, the last thing you should be doing to anyone on a salvia trip is pointing a sodding camera at them, let alone putting them on YouTube (lying down in a darkened room is regarded as best practice). But kids like to freak each other out.

It's understandable that parents would themselves freak out after spending some time watching kids acting very munted, but the potential for long-term harm seems pretty minor compared with many other recreational substances, in part because it's not exactly recreational.

It's like being dropped into the peak five minutes of a very strong acid trip. Not everyone likes that; a few people find it profound.

I tried it a couple of times, years ago (and quite legally) in Amsterdam. A mum quoted in one of the above news stories says her son briefly thought he was a sofa, and then a door. Fair enough: I briefly thought I was some curtains (or, at least, that the difference between me and the curtains had become irrelevant).

I also spent a short eternity beyond time and space, before settling into a slightly psychedelic space for 20 minutes more. I certainly didn't dislike it (a smaller dose seemed to enhance my experience of the Van Gogh Museum), but I didn't like it enough to go back and get some more from the shop either.

Salvia had its turn in the local media when Pete Cronshaw had some on TV (what did I say about cameras?) and didn't dig it. I'm not sure whether the present panic in America will revive things, but frankly, I hope they let it lie. A moral panic is just going to market it to a mainstream audience, and there's probably no one who wants that, or for a whole new class of criminal to be created out of a few harmless people who want to explore their heads.

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