The Fredösphere

Another collaborative filtering site, RatingZone, bites the dust.  Weep and wail -- although I must admit I disliked its results, which were too recent-blockbuster-centric for my taste.  Probably it never attracted enough users to unskew its database.  Still, a sad day.

Which sadness is only compounded greatly by James Lileks exasperating news.  Yes, we now learn his reassignment is in the context of a major layoff.  But still.

I other news, I found Michael Kaulkin's shameful confession exhilarating.  I, too, have found myself in rehearsal confronting a flow-interrupting question which I could not answer because I just didn't care about the music to that level of detail.  Kaulkin puts it nicely:

I’m R&D and the orchestra is Sales. Are they adequately selling the piece to the audience? That’s what really matters.

Finally, a teaser:  it looks like I may leave all you loser musicians without a backward glance and take up a new, much more lucrative, career.  As a sci-fi author.  Details to come.

Labels: Composer, sci-fi