The popularity of left-for-dead formats in some circles makes us wish we had saved that Sha Na Na flexi-disc that came with a box of Tide mom bought in 1977. Vinyl died and then was instantly reborn and had a cult following. A growing network of underground artists and tape buffs have resuscitated the cassette as a hip period-piece/music provider. And now the clunky 8-track tape is getting a second look. Dallas’ recently-opened Eight Track Museum features over 2,000 vintage 8-tracks, a format popular in the ’70s that died for good reason — it sucked. The museum’s first exhibition about cars and 8-tracks “underscores the mobility the format afforded music consumers long before the era of the iPod.” Is there an app to replicate those glorious mid-song “kerchunk!” interruptions, when the tape jarringly forced the song to the next channel and made the listening experience more fun than a hiccup fit that wakes you every 15 minutes throughout the entire night. An 8-track documentary is in the works and the museum has started “dead format” label Cloud 8 to sell new 8-tracks to people who likely can’t even listen to them.[WARM]
Grammys Get Tired, Then Fired Up
The Grammys are often ridiculed for being out of touch, something the Recording Academy has tried to remedy with more nominations that reflect contemporary innovations, trends and tastes (surely to the chagrin of Grammy BFFs like James Taylor and Phil Collins).
LCD at MSG — WTF?
As drastically as music has changed, one thing has
remained consistent — people hate concert ticket scalpers. That hatred
has grown with the resellers’ increased ability to instantly snatch up a
majority of tickets and resell them at inflated prices, an ethically
sketchy practice that came back into the spotlight when LCD
Soundsystem’s farewell show at Madison Square Garden sold out in
minutes. LCD mastermind James Murphy used his Twitter megaphone to
angrily lash out at online scalping companies, the modern, hi-tech
manifestation of Damone from Fast Times with Ridgemont High,
minus the ability (so far) to get high school girls pregnant. Murphy
didn’t anticipate the high demand and was enraged to discover most fans
aching to see LCD’s swan song never stood a chance, unless they wanted
to pay up to $15,000 to the resellers. Murphy booked five more shows at a
smaller NYC venue to help ease the pain. Ticket details weren’t
announced by our deadline, but Murphy might have to hand draw them,
pre-screen potential buyers personally and drive each ticket to the
customers’ doorsteps if he wants to avoid another scalper bum rush.