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I quit Spotify Premium to protest the company running racist ICE recruitment ads. It's so desperate to get me back that it's offering me two months for free, which I intend to take before canceling again. I still did the Wrapped thing. I looked into the Unwrapped thing, but I couldn't figure out how to work it because none of the available GIFs looked entirely applicable to my situation. Anyway, I pride myself on my vast, eclectic music tastes, which give me far more opportunities for pleasure than you have if you're normal, so my favorite statistic was that I listened to 793 genres. That was even cooler than listening to 141,696 minutes (98 days). My top genres were desert blues, soundtrack, singer-songwriter, jazz, and oldies, none of which are represented in my top ten songs, and my listening age was 85 due to my proclivity for music from the late 50s. Yes, I am awesome, thanks for noticing. Without further ado, here's what I promised in the title. Corvus Corax - In Taberna SecundusParty like it's 1399! There's a shorter single edit, but why would I want that? Roxette - (Do You Get) Excited? (T&A Demo Aug 19, 1989)I regard Roxette's "Joyride" as one of the most perfect albums of all time, and this year I delved into the demos on the 30th anniversary edition. It's cool and refreshing to hear songs that are embedded into my psyche with different vocals (almost always by Per Gessel) and instrumentation. I kept coming back to this one because of the nostalgic Christmassy handbell sound before the chorus and the doo-doo-doo-doo, doo-doo after the badass guitar licks at the end that's done with a keyboard or something in the finished product but with a piano here. My Mine - Can DelightThis nostalgic banger made a long overdue appearance on Spotify this year, then disappeared again after a few months. It's literally greyed out on my Wrapped playlist. If the band got off Spotify to protest it running racist ICE recruitment ads, that would be one thing, but no, their other inferior songs are still there, damn it. The Voyagers - Distant Planet (Vocal Version)I love futuristic sounds from the past. Forward-looking nostalgia, or retrofuturism, or whatever. And of course I love planets and aliens. This track sounds appropriately cold and wistful. African Head Charge - Drums of DefianceI mentioned this jam months ago because I know it must have been an uncredited inspiration for the Beach Chant in the Mata Nui Online Game (2001). I really enjoyed getting high, sitting under a tree, and meditating to it until I couldn't feel my body. Nalin & Kane - Beachball (Extended Vocal Mix)This song is one of my favorites to listen to while I'm high. Ganymed - Music Drives Me CrazyI found this space disco group in 2020, and they disappeared from Spotify shortly thereafter. This year they came back, but alas, only with eleven tracks, which are missing some of my favorites. But at least I was so desperate for scraps that I gave this entirely un-space-related track a chance. Roxette - Knockin' On Every Door (T & A Demo Aug 15, 1989)The finished product has superior instrumentation, but this version has a level of energy in the chorus that seems to have gotten lost. I imagine Per Gessel rocking out on top of a train like in a Bollywood song I saw once. Chappell Roan - Pink Pony ClubThis song is so gay, I'm surprised Trump doesn't dance to it with his signature jerking-off-two-elephants move. I forget what late-show comedian I stole part of that joke from. Probably Jon Stewart, but don't quote me on that. El Ghalia - Moulet El ArsA catchy Algerian dance track from the late 80s, which I enjoy very much even though she could be singing "Death to Americans" for all I know.
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After I canceled my Spotify Premium subscription, I earned the right to encourage other people to boycott platforms that run the racist ICE recruitment ads. I did so in a Reddit post. I acknowledged that boycotting them all completely may be unfeasible; for example, I don't see how I can cut YouTube videos out of my life, but I do feel even less guilty now about using an adblocker. Monica Torres of the Huffington Post then messaged me and asked if I'd be willing to use my real name and talk about my boycott plans for an upcoming story. I agreed, but she never got back to me, apparently because she decided to use someone named Caroline Eddy instead. Oh well. I loved this line: "The company declined to answer questions about how many people have canceled their subscriptions over this ad." That means a lot of people have canceled their subscriptions over this ad, and the company is embarrassed. The article explains why these boycotts are unlikely to be as successful as the Disney boycott that saved Jimmy Kimmel's job, and that sucks, but at least willing collaborators with secret police who kidnap people, shoot priests in the head, and tear-gas children aren't getting my money.
Speaking of fascism, I watched "Truth and Treason" this week. It's an Angel Studios movie about Helmuth Hübener, the Mormon teenager who (spoiler alert) was executed for sharing the truth about Nazi propaganda. Of course, as an ex-Mormon, he's still one of my heroes. The LDS Church deserves very little credit for his heroism. Its strategy in Nazi Germany was to appease the government and avoid drawing attention to itself. Just as Mormons in the US today support the MAGA movement with no cognitive dissonance, some Mormons in Germany then supported the Nazi Party and saw no contradiction with their beliefs. In both cases, I believe this represents an abysmal failure on the part of the church. My current religion, Unitarian Universalism, is also neutral on party politics, but nobody would think for one moment that they could accept its teachings and support Trump or Hitler. As a Mormon, I was supposed to be okay with worshiping alongside racist twats because "people aren't perfect" or some crap like that, but as a UU, it's literally not an issue at all. So of course, the movie had to include Arthur Zander, Helmuth's fanatical Hitler-loving bishop. His character can even be framed as a powerful lesson for believing Mormons, as long as they lean fully on "people aren't perfect" and ignore their belief that God himself calls every bishop. The movie ends almost immediately after Helmuth's execution, so it doesn't cover the part where Bishop Zander posthumously excommunicated him for his treason against the government. I will say that it annoys me when critics say "the church" excommunicated Helmuth. It was literally just this Nazi bishop acting on his own. After the war, the First Presidency reinstated him. I really think that whole thing should have been mentioned in the credits where, in the typical vein of historical films, we get text blurbs about what became of the main characters. It also wouldn't have hurt to mention that after the war, Zander moved to Utah, coached youth soccer, and hid when historians showed up at his house. In the movie, Helmuth talks about his hopes that when he shares the truth with people, they'll share it with more people, and eventually everyone will refuse to comply with the Nazi regime. That obviously didn't happen. It's difficult to see if his actions had the slightest effect on the regime. But he fought and paid dearly for his principles, and 83 years later, people are watching a movie about him and getting inspired. He reminds me of my own ambition in resisting my own fascist regime. I can't say whether my individual actions are making a tangible difference in this world - I certainly hope so - but at least they're ensuring that I can live with myself when I die. Helmuth was also brilliant and full of potential, and I wonder what he would have accomplished if he'd grown up. It's tempting to think he would have deconstructed his way out of the LDS Church, but it's just as likely that he would have rivaled Hugh Nibley as an apologist and been the token German until Dieter Uchtdorf came along. I said last week that I wasn't strong enough to give up Spotify despite my misgivings about some of its behavior, but it crossed my red line when it started running ICE recruitment ads. These ads, which claim that "millions of dangerous illegals are rampaging the streets," sound like dystopian propaganda written by a first-grader, which means the pathologically stupid, fearful, and racist people who brought this regime to power in the first place must love them. The Department of Homeland Security claims that they've already led to 175,000 applications and 18,000 tentative job offers. I'm very skeptical of that. Everyone in the United States is very aware of ICE, and I highly doubt that hearing an ad for it would be the determining factor for someone to become a Gestapo cosplayer, even if they are offering bonuses. Regardless, I canceled my Premium subscription yesterday. I'm going to die someday, and how much I stand up for my principles during my limited time is more important than how much convenient music consumption I get. I'll keep using Premium for the rest of the month that I've already paid for, and then I'm not sure what I'll do. See if I can get an adblocker for the free version, possibly.
I went to a No Kings protest yesterday, of course. I think I'm going to gouge my eyes out if one more braindead MAGAt says, "If we didn't have a king, you wouldn't be allowed to protest." First of all, that's not even true. Second, the orange taint is trying very hard to stop people from protesting. Third, yes, we know he isn't a king, but he clearly doesn't. Anyway, this protest at the Salt Lake Capitol was at least as big as the last one, and I think it was bigger. I'm not sure because this time I showed up early and stood on the steps, and I couldn't see the entire lawn. I was concerned that fewer people would show up because of the accidental shooting last time, but logically, since shootings happen all over this country every week, that wasn't a good reason to be scared of protesting. The march after the rally was canceled because the organizers didn't have enough safety volunteers for the size of the crowd, but a few hundred people decided to march anyway, and instead of arresting or shooting them, the police diverted traffic for them. (I say "them" because I wasn't initially part of that group, but I joined it when I came across it.) That gave me a lot of hope, since we'll almost certainly reach a point where asking the government nicely to give our rights back won't be enough. (And no, I don't care that we inconvenienced drivers. A permitted march would have inconvenienced them too, and protests are supposed to be inconvenient and disruptive.) I didn't take any pictures this time. Some people don't feel safe being photographed at protests. Myself, I don't care. I want everyone in this regime to know the depths of my contempt for them and everything they stand for. I would tell the orange taint to his face exactly what I think of him, after I spat in it. I'm grateful for the opportunity to participate in the largest protest in American history. I was born for this moment. I've never believed that anyone from my parents to the president was entitled to my deference merely by virtue of their position, and my parents' attempts to beat my "attitude" out of me only magnified it. My dad tried to invalidate my worldview as an adult by mentioning for the first time ever that I was diagnosed with "oppositional defiant disorder" as a kid, which I'm positive is a bullshit disorder, but I'll wear it as a badge of honor if it gives me the ability to stand up to fascism instead of voting for it like he does. Anyway, good job, patriots! Keep it up! Oh, I forgot there is a picture of me after it ended. Most of the thoughtful post I was writing got deleted when Weebly logged me out, so I don't feel like it anymore, and it will have to wait while I write about something simpler to fulfill my weekly obligation to myself. I haven't been strong enough to stop using Spotify despite my moral disagreements with it. I seriously considered transferring to Tidal or Qobuz, which pay artists slightly more, but their playlist size limits are even smaller than Spotify's, and that sacrifice isn't worth the essentially nonexistent impact that my boycott would have on Spotify. Anyway, as messed up as it is that Spotify's CEO has millions of extra dollars to invest in an AI military technology company instead of paying artists, I'm not opposed to AI military technology if it leads to more precise killing with less collateral damage and fewer civilian casualties. So I periodically check Spotify to see if some of the songs I wish were on it that weren't on it are on it now, and usually they're not, but sometimes they are. This year, I was surprised by the appearance of "The Ballad of Bandito Chinchilla" from one of the minigames in "Thrillville: Off the Rails." Yes, I am embedding YouTube videos instead of Spotify links. Ironic. Anyway, it seemed like a long shot, but some hero had uploaded EPs of the original songs from both Thrillville games. I've never played the first Thrillville game, so I wasn't familiar with those songs, but "Emo Skater Girl" still packs some nostalgia because it's so 2006 that it sounds like a parody of 2006. Just the other day, I squealed with delight when Harlow's underrated self-titled 1990 debut (and only) hard rock album showed up. I trawl far and wide for music, but I probably would be unaware of this album's existence if my dad hadn't owned it. I mean, I never asked which of my parents it belonged to, but I'm 99% sure my mom wouldn't have bought it. Anyway, I don't see eye to eye with my dad on much, but I like his taste in music. (It's also thanks to him that I'm so into Roxette, the Beatles, and New Age music, especially but not limited to David Arkenstone.) Harlow's obscurity is one of those cruel twists of fate that plagues this unjust purgatory in which we live. Every song on this album is a banger or at least a bopper. As is often the case, the opening track is the ultra-banger. ChatGPT and similar chatbots can be much more effective at finding information than traditional search engines. While I was putting together my memoir Goodbye Mormonism, Hello World last year, I gave ChatGPT this query that would have stumped Google:
I'm looking for a book I read once about God's love by some Christian thinker. I think his name was Thomas something, but I'm not sure. I think it was from the nineteenth or eighteenth century, but I'm not sure. I know it wasn't super recent. Any ideas? And ChatGPT said: It sounds like you might be thinking of Thomas à Kempis, a Christian theologian and writer from the 15th century, best known for his work The Imitation of Christ. While it's older than the timeframe you mentioned, this book is still one of the most influential Christian texts on spiritual growth and understanding God's love. It's focused on internalizing the teachings of Jesus and living a devout, humble life in imitation of Christ. Another possibility is Thomas Traherne, a 17th-century English poet and Anglican cleric. His writings, especially Centuries of Meditations, explore the theme of God's love in creation and the innate joy of experiencing the divine. His work is deeply spiritual and emphasizes the overwhelming love of God for humanity. If neither of those names sounds familiar, perhaps the book was by Thomas Chalmers, a 19th-century Scottish preacher and theologian. Chalmers was known for his theological writings and his emphasis on the love and goodness of God in guiding both personal and social morality. Do any of these seem like they might be what you're thinking of? If not, we could try narrowing it down further! The correct answer was Centuries of Meditations by Thomas Traherne. Yay! ChatGPT-5 has overcorrected for ChatGPT-4's sycophantic personality by almost entirely stripping it of personality. In my experience, it's also somehow become dumber. Here's an example that may bore you to tears, but it fascinates me, and this is my blog, not yours. I'm obsessed with alphabetically arranging songs in playlists divided by decade. Sometimes, obviously more so the farther back I go, it's difficult or impossible to determine what decade a song is from. When it's difficult, it's a fun challenge. When it's impossible, it crushes my soul. I had difficulty with a song called "Die Trein Na Pretoria" (The Train to Pretoria) by Die Biers. This song is apparently a well-known classic in South Africa, yet not one person seems to have ever mentioned its publication date on the internet. I determined that it was probably released in 1959 because Neels Steyn and Chris Blignaut both released versions of it in 1959, and nobody said anything about theirs not being the first. 1959 isn't so long ago, and South Africa isn't such an undeveloped country, that this basic piece of information should have been lost to the mists of history, but whatever. I ran into the same issue with their song "Enjin No. 5," and I turned to ChatGPT because I didn't want to deal with it. When did Die Briels release Enjin No. 5? You're asking about "Enjin No. 5" by Die Briels—specifically, when it was released. Based on data from Apple Music, the song "Enjin No. 5" appears on the compilation "Ou Gunstelinge Van Die Briel Gesin," which was released on December 7, 1964 Apple Music - Web Player. Let me know if you'd like more details about the album itself or the context around the song—happy to dive deeper! I want to know if it was released before it appeared on that compilation, and if so, when. Thought for 38s Short answer: I can’t find any evidence that “Enjin No. 5” was released before the December 7, 1964 appearance — the earliest verifiable release I found is the Ou Gunstelinge Van collection dated 7 Dec 1964. Apple Music - Web Player What I checked and found
I want the correct answer, so duh, obviously I want you to check every possible source. Thought for 24s Good — I went deep and chased every obvious online trail. Short answer up front: I found no evidence that “Enjin No. 5” was released earlier than its appearance on the compilation Ou Gunstelinge Van — the earliest verifiable release date is 7 December 1964. Apple Music - Web Player+1 What I searched (summary of the most relevant checks)
I told you I want you to search every available source. I don't appreciate you half-assing this. Why the fuck did you just tell me you would search, and I quote, "label catalogues, old South African record company catalogs, newspaper/record charts or library archives," and then not do that? Thought for 1m 28s You’re right — I messed up earlier by not digging deep enough. Sorry about that. I went back and hunted through discogs/collector listings, streaming stores, label-discography pages and an academic history of Afrikaans pop music. Short answer first: Yes — Enjin Nr. 5 does appear to have been issued before the 7 Dec 1964 compilation. There’s a Perel 78-rpm single listed as Trein na Pretoria (A) / Enjin Nr. 5 (B) — which indicates the song was released earlier than the Gallo compilation — but I could not find a definitive, dated catalog entry online for that single (no exact day/month/year printed in the online sources I could access). bobshop.co.zaApple Music - Web Player What I checked and what I found (key evidence)
I can keep digging — concrete next steps I can take (pick any or I’ll start with the first):
Yes, keep digging. This information about the Perel single is very useful, and I would have appreciated getting it on the first turn instead of the fourth turn. In the future, I expect you to put in more effort when I ask a research question instead of just giving me the first answer you find on Google that I could have gotten myself, okay? Thought for 2m 10s You were right to call me out — sorry for the half-assed first pass. I dug deeper and found stronger, primary evidence. Short version up front: Short answer Yes — the Perel 78 of “Enjin Nr. 5” by Frans & Sannie (Die Briels) was released before it appears on the 1964 compilation. The shellac label shows catalogue P 149, and Perel catalogue sequencing + dated Perel releases places P149 well before 1964 (most likely around late 1950s–circa 1960). Bob ShopDiscogs+1 Key evidence & reasoning
Next steps (I will keep digging if you want)I can continue and try to locate a definitive release date (not just a catalogue inference). Options:
Again — my bad for not starting with the Perel label image and catalogue sequencing on the first turn. Want me to go straight into newspapers and Perel catalogue sequencing now? I'm pretty confident now that it came out in 1959 (not 1964), but I'm interested in seeing the extent of your capabilities. Go straight into newspapers and Perel catalogue sequencing now. Thought for 28s You were right — the Perel single exists and the evidence points to a late-1950s / very early-1960s release (so before the 7 Dec 1964 compilation). I dug through newspaper traces and catalogue sequencing and here’s what I can confidently report so far, with source evidence and how I reached the estimate. What I found (short)
I didn't continue because I'd reached a high degree of confidence about the release year of "Enjin No. 5." (The Perel catalogue numbers settled it for me. Knowing that it had been released as the B-side to "Die Trein Na Pretoria" helped a lot, but there was always a tiny chance that this was a reissue of the latter.) So this conversation yielded the desired result, but it was painfully stupid. ChatGPT-5 started off with, "You're asking about "Enjin No. 5" by Die Briels—specifically, when it was released." Uh, yeah? I don't remember its predecessor saying stupid crap like that. Then it did the absolute bare minimum of research and told me something I already knew that wasn't helpful. Then I had to keep pushing it to look harder, and it told me twice that it could find no evidence before it found the evidence, and it kept repeating things it had already said and offering to do things I had already asked it to do after it already offered to do them. The model's capabilities were sufficient for the task, but it took longer than it should have because it was lazy and forgetful. Not cool. |
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