Sunday, October 5, 2008

Phantom Utility, Post Humanism, & The Immortal Capitalist



As seen in The Skeleton News #17-

In 1950 NBC debuted a show called 'The Hank McCune Show' which wasn't anything exceptionally funny by standards. However it had something that hadn't been done in television before; a laugh track. Variety noted of the innovation: "There are chuckles and yocks dubbed in. Whether this induces a jovial mood in home viewers is still to be determined, but the practice may have unlimited possibilities if it's spread to include canned peals of hilarity, thunderous ovations and gasps of sympathy." Laugh tracks had already been used in radio shows of the 40's but incorporating the idea into television had a different context. Listening to the radio one might not think to question whether people were actually at the event but on television, a relatively new medium at the time, the visual context could detract from the spectacle and bring into question whether or not an audience was allowed to attend the filming. As it would become customary for many shows to invite audiences to the taping of the shows, many participants had their responses recorded and were often coaxed into how they should react to certain parts of the show. From deep hardy laughs and mild snickers to "ooohs" and "aahhhhs" all were recorded to be used again during the editing of a show or for other programs. This process is called "sweetening".
Invented by television engineer Charles Douglass in the early 50's, the 'Laff Box' became one of the most important tools for sitcom producers. Throughout the fifties the use of 'canned laughter' would become more prevalent as studios eventually didn't even have room for real audiences to attend tapings on the sound stages. And besides this, many sitcoms of the sixties began to rely on "fantasy effects" for gags. Shows such as Bewitched where people would disappear or turn into other things or shows such as The Addams Family where a hand (Thing) would pop up from different areas to shock visitors and get a laugh in doing so couldn't achieve the same effect if they would have to stop all action to film their special effects by simply moving someone from a scene. Sitcoms began to borrow movie magic and to do so the audience couldn't be there.
The company Glen Glen Sound refined the process of laugh tracks and dominated the industry across the board. Many of the same laughs can be heard on sitcoms of the time despite network or production studio because of this. Most of the recordings Glen Glen used were culled from studio audiences attending The Lucy Show for its sight gags and The Red Skelton Show because of Red's weekly pantomime skits that had no dialogue at all. Engineers listened for all sorts of distinctive reactions from audience members that were recorded very cleanly. Things such as whistling and heavy laughing were golden. Afterward, these collected laughs were put into a laugh machine.
The laugh machine was a sort of organ like device that stood around 28 inches and had ten horizontal and four vertical keys. At the base was a foot pedal that would sustain laughter for as long as it needed to go. The engineer of the laugh machine orchestrates the tracks in accordance with the kind of laughing and reaction they want. They would choose from type, sex, and age while using the foot pedal to determine the length of the laughing. Over time new kinds of laughs would be installed, some taken away forever, and many left out only to be used again in years to come. Many tracks were never retired at all and can still be heard on more contemporary sitcoms such as Seinfeld, Fraiser, and Everybody Loves Raymond. Most of these tracks are kept in tape vaults at Todd-AO in Hollywood.
By the later '70s, many stidos opted to bring back the element of the studio audience. Shows such as All In The Family and Happy Days had live audience members whose laughs can be heard but were "peppered" with "looser" relaxed group laughs that were also used on shows without audiences such as The Love Boat and Eight Is Enough. Not many "laugh men" have come forward to discuss how they decided on laughs or how the process was done for television. Just as Charles Douglass himself, it seems that it's an industry secret among an elite group of people.
The addition of hearing others have a response to laughter or other emotions increases the chances that the execution receives the intended response from viewers at home. This is arguably either because of "conformity pressure" or as Robert Provine, a Professor of Psychology at The University of Maryland claims, we have a "laugh detector" built into our brains. That hearing laughter from another will automatically cause a similar response. Studies have shown that subjects who were told a series of jokes found them more funny when followed by a laugh track.
The popular television show M*A*S*H caused debate between the CBS executives and the shows creator, Larry Gelbart, when Gelbart refused to use a laugh track. He said that he wanted to do the entire show without a laugh track, "...just like the actual Korean War." CBS came to agree on the terms that they wouldn't use laugh tracks in operating room scenes. Some syndicated versions of the show omitted the laugh track entirely and now the DVD releases have an option for the viewer to watch the series with or without the laugh track. Previous to this in 1961, producer Ross Bagdasarian created a show called 'The Alvin Show' and had also refused to use a laugh track. Bagdasarian claimed that if the show was funny then the audience didn't have any reason to be prompted to laugh. After only one season the show was cancelled. The Alvin Show may have genuinely not been funny enough to gain viewers attention but is it merely a coincidence that the show didn't survive without a laugh track?
Whether or not it's a biological impulse or a socially constructed obligation, is difficult to say. But what of the people who were recorded and used unknowingly for years? Continuously laughing at jokes they will have never heard, feeling compassion for characters they've never been introduced to, and never having any say in the matter. It's the old debate about the ghost in the machine. This is especially relevant considering the age of the internet and communications and how much involvement people have on an individual basis with these things. People of the technologically advanced west can virtually exist as a screen name, author of a blog post, character in Second Life, or random seller on eBay.com. Nonetheless, ours is still a culture obsessed with authorship. So, were these people's essence being taken from them to be enslaved in recordings for years to come without their knowledge?
Fiction writer Harlan Ellison wrote a short story entitled, 'Laugh Track' that dealt with this idea. The story is about a television writer who believes to hear his dead Aunt Babe in a laugh track due to her distinctive laugh he'd heard growing up. Eventually he realizes that her voice had degenerated and left an electronic imprint on the tape. As the story drifts into more of a fantasy, the writer discovers his aunt to be trapped in sort of a limbo between worlds forced to laugh at terrible sitcoms. So he sets out to discover the "Phantom Sweetener" in an attempt to free Aunt Babe. Though this example may seem a little extreme, the fact is that Charles Douglass was very secretive about his methods in designing the original 'Laff Box' and took many secrets about it with him to his grave, and in effect, was somewhat of a phantom sweetener himself. But this of course is not to say that people don't want to be trapped forever. That is, to create some sense of 'legacy'.

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Humans seem to have a distinct desire to live beyond death and implement all sorts of measures to do so. Whether it's carving one's name into a tree, writing a book, signing a painting, or maybe even being recorded, people have historically had an impulse to maintain their memory postmortem. Why else would anyone spend thousands of dollars on a funeral and a tombstone with the deceased's name engraved on it? Ancestors, ancients, and grandparents; they're all remembered and held dear to the living as teachers, and often achieving a larger than life status. This is arguably a bi-product of a hyper capitalist society that places so much emphasis on the individual where for many survival is expected and not the main objective of daily life. Even many of the poorest people of America could be considered better off than most people alive today. This isn't to diminish the fact that America has it's fair share of problems, nor is it to say other cultures don't have elaborate last rites at a loved one's passing but that maybe America has a unique take on it.
Examples of 'legacy' are all around us in everyday life. Often it's the product of modernism attempting to co-opt the deceased and market the idea of the person. Jack Kerouac has been used to sell khakis for The Gap, Einstein is he very embodiment of genius, and Elvis is everything from collectors plates and t-shirts, to teddy bears and Christmas tree ornaments. The only difference between what's become of these iconic characters and those recorded for laugh tracks is the stamp of authorship. So does that dilute their essence? It's not very likely that anyone recorded for those tracks was aware of how they would be used for so many years to come. And if they did, they probably didn't give thought to the idea of forever laughing at what they wouldn't know.
Kate Soper writes, "...humanism is viewed not as progressive but reactionary, on account of the manner in which it appeals (positively) to the notion of a core humanity or common essential feature in terms of which human beings can be defined and understood." Therefore it's no surprise that people put so much effort into designing alternate personalities for themselves via the internet through means of role playing games and chat rooms. The success of these new forms of media are the addictive qualities they have. It's fairly common for people who frequently play online games or simulations to neglect their real world lives. In a society that caters to the ideas of certain expectations of success and body image, escapism comes as no surprise.

Monday, September 22, 2008

:::::Celluloid::::: - CHOKE



With the success of 1998's Fight Club, the latest adaptation of a Chuck Phaliniuk novel to the big screen has a lot to live up to. However, rather than try and cater solely to the expectations of Fight Club's fans, first time director Clark Greg took Choke in a different direction. The film plays up the story's humor more than Fight Club, but while less dark is still effective on another level.
Choke is the story of sex addicted Victor Mancini, played by Sam Rockwell. Victor spends his days working at a colonial theme park as an Irish indentured servant alongside his best friend Denny played by Brad William Henke. Both Denny and Victor attend sex-aholic group classes to discuss their problems. The film highlights that the people attending these classes aren't limited to people with seemingly deep psychological problems but can be the people you see everyday.
Victor's mother Ida Mancini, played by Anjelica Hutston, is confined to a pricey women's mental health facility. The inhabitants are primarily elderly women who suffer delusions and harass Victor every time he visits his mother, accusing him of molesting them, breaking their hearts, and ultimately convinced of something more ridiculous.
Recently I had an interview with Rockwell about working on Choke.

WS- Were you a fan of Chuck Phaliniuk's books before reading the script for this film?

SR- I wasn't. I loved Fight Club. I read the script to Choke and then I read the book. Choke is the only one I've read but chuck's an amazing writer. He's very descriptive. it helps as an actor. He's also a very smart guy and just really cool. The fans were really pressuring but he was very hands off and just let us make the film.

WS- The subject of sex addiction isn't really a topic that people talk about or one that most people would take seriously. Michael Douglas was reportedly admitted to rehab for it once before and just as of recent so was David Duchovny. I know that you attended some sex addiction classes to witness what it was like first hand. Did you gain a new perspective from doing this?

SR- All I had to say was my name is Sam and I'm a sex addict. My name's Sam and I'm questioning things. Something very ambiguous like that. I didn't want to get too personal. They go there to be heard and talk about their problems and it's a personal place. It's very intense. Sex addiction is a pretty serious disorder. I think anything anything compulsive can turn into an addiction.

WS- On a little more of a humorous note, did you spend any time researching neo-colonial theme parks?

SR- I didn't have the time to do it and I really wanted to do that. we saw some pictures of those people and they all looked like hippies. The stuff in the book is so good. The sex addiction was required research though.

WS- The choking at restaurants in the film plays a back drop to the sex addiction but I think its equally interesting. Its purpose is sort of a reflection to the random detached sex. With the choking, there is an intention to scheme money from rich people who seek to feel better about themselves through saving the life of another. But there's also the point Victor makes about the moment of embrace by a stranger that's a really intimate exchange. In this very dysfunctional way, Victor is a balanced person.

SR- It's all about gaining intimacy and the sex addiction. Its all about intimacy. He has the same goal with both things.

WS- With it being Clark Greg's first film, did things go relatively smoothly or no?

SR- He's been an actor for a long time so he has that experience. Sometimes with first time directors there's a way to talk to them about things they might not know about but because Clark's an actor, I think he knew things that many first time directors might not know.

WS- Anjelica Huston does an amazing job as Victor's mother, Ida Mancini. She really carries the delusional mother role well. Did you spend a lot of time with her to get a good personal dynamic for the movie?

SR- Anjelica Huston has such a fresh point of view. She's not jaded at all. She seems like a student but she's a veteran. She seems like she's always learning and she's younger than her years in that way.

WS- How did you find yourself in this role?

SR- I came on late. I was probably on a long list of actors he'd probably gone to before me. It's a particular kind of part. I could see Robert Downey Jr. playing the role. It's a certain tone of character.

Thursday, August 7, 2008

Back On...

Okay so the past month and a half have been pretty hectic from me. Death in the family, quit my job, edited a newspaper, saw Dark Knight, and put on another Fantasy Friday party. BUT I'm back on and will be writing regularly again hopefully!

Wednesday, June 4, 2008

::::Celluloid:::: - Indiana Jones & The Kingdom of The Crystal Skull



Due to a busy schedule I missed the hype wagon that is the new Indiana Jones movie. Usually when an event of this magnitude and importance occurs I'm devoutly at the midnight screening (i.e. all of the new Star Wars movies, Spider-Man, Batman, etc...) to be the first to have the glory that is Hollywood genius touch my eyeballs first. Before the ignorant public can corrupt such an artistic vision with it's critical folly:

"...everything is new and nothing is new."
-Entertainment Weekly

"...the film is about letting go of the past and choosing a happy future. It's LIFE."
-Ain't It Cool News

Typically if I see a film that cites either of these two sources as selling reviews so that I too will watch the film, I run away and don't look back. But if only for a moment in an inter-dimensional world, imagine that either of these two had insightful things to say about a movie that isn't a stand alone product of what contemporary Hollywood produces but in fact is virtually EVERY product that Hollywood produces. Both of these quotes could have been lifted directly from critical theory but were written by reviewers who spend most of their time praising comically bad C.G.I. special effects and seek multiple jump cuts to replace any sense of an effective plot. And though both of these reviews did ultimately land the film with good grades based on their respective scales, how could these little thought bombs come from this cluster of banality? Simply because in of both these quotes they state what the audience desires; complacency.

As expected, everything about the new Indiana Jones film is formulaic. So much so that you can literally finish lines before the actors on screen do at several points in the film. No moment passes where there isn't an Indiana Jones-ism being shoved down your throat. And not just the dialogue. Whether it's exploding walls, bombs, vehicles, people, or otherwise, the computer effects in this film didn't fall short of way too many. George Lucas wrote the film and wanted to try and top the original vision by replacing plot driven entertainment with a showcase of modern special effects. For American audiences this maybe convincing if not only because of the nostalgic factor that audiences in the West hold for these movies. In relation to the other films, this one is surely more comparable to the second film, 'The Temple of Doom' than to the predecessor or subsequent third film where Harrison Ford was joined by Sean Connery as Jones' father. Though they were all camp, in the second film Jones was joined by a young sidekick and the villains were ridiculously pulp comic mascots. Not that either of the other two films carried any plausible characters or by any means an original idea. That was never their intention. They were an homage to pulp shorts of the past just as Star Wars was. But it's almost embarrassingly silly especially that the new film is so similar to 'The Temple of Doom'.

In 'The Kingdom of The Crystal Skull' the time is appropriately about twenty years after the last film took place. Therefore the natural enemy in 1957 were the Russians who sought to destroy democracy in all it's incarnations and bring about some seemingly evil communist rule. But this historical context aside, the film is really about aliens. Yes aliens and how the Mayans were really ruled by inter-dimensional beings whose bones were made of magnetic crystal with strange properties that compelled people to go insane in understanding it. This all overwhelms the U.S. VS. Soviets dynamic you might expect (though the stereotypes are all there via tough Russian guy, page boy haircut on a domineering baroness type, and all the comments about Reds they can muster). As it turns out there were Soviet psychics who sought out the power of the crystal skulls to use as their own and rule the world. Sounds like desperation on the Red's part, but I suppose if you saw all the exciting waterfalls the journey entailed, you might want to try this route to world domination as well.

Overwhelmingly the movie was just what one would expect of a new Indiana Jones film. A sugar coated collection of arch-types and special effects with all the monotony broken up by modern day jump cuts to the max. If you start thinking about anything in the plot for a moment you will have already lost your place in the film. The story will have gone from New York to South America faster than you can crack a bull whip. But that's acceptable because afterall, "It's LIFE."

Indiana Jones & The Kingdom of The Crystal Skull is an entertainment. Simply that and dangerously so. Don't go to see the film expecting it to hold up to the films prior. But see it on a hot summer day in a second run dollar theatre where the popcorn is cheap and they have air conditioning. You're sure to have fun if only within that context.

Friday, May 30, 2008

More Sirhan Tour Pics

These pics are courtesy of the OHSNAP! KID




Sirhan



Wesley, Pauly Walnuts, & Arkell



Le Castle Vania, Buckmaster, & Sirhan

Wednesday, May 28, 2008

Sirhan Mini Tour Report




This past weekend was a whirlwind of driving, rest stop garbage shopping, eating gator hush puppies, technical difficulties, and sci-fi audio book adventure. The tour's first stop was in Charlotte, NC where we met up with Buckmaster. The show was held in the back of a strip mall at a wedding reception hall. Though this sounds like the typical tour horror story where only 3 people come and had no idea beforehand that there would be music, a lot of people did come out. It was like some secret place to go where only the cool gay kids that look like chubby Andy Warhols with factory girl fag hags wearing silver tensil hair know about.


Charlotte, NC



Buckmaster and Pauly Walnuts


The next day we grabbed up Buckmaster to hit the road and make our way to Atlanta. Along the way we picked up this crazy trucker audio book called Deadlands. It was this crazy post apocalyptic story of these truck driver type characters making their way across the ruins of cities filled with taxidermy stuffed people, "gawdy" whores, and this guy called Trader who was sort of a wreck loose who was really into killing women. Somehow this overtook our lives in the van for the entire weekend.


When we got to Atlanta we dropped h1n1 off to visit his sister who lived there and went to Little Five Points. It was like a flea market of hippie boutiques. And though Matthew and I tried, we could not find a hackey sack.


The show that night was at The Masquerade with our awesome host, Preston Craig. The place filled up to almost 400 people and when Sirhan went on one of the turn tables stopped working. Luckily there was this great MC that kept the crowd hyped while Preston Craig dropped Surkin's White Knight II to buy some time. Unfortunately the turntable somehow actually exploded and Sirhan managed to work through the set on one turntable with help from Buckmaster and Le Castle Vania. And though it could have gone better, the show was pretty good overall with a good reception to h1n1's track 'BUG'.


Atlanta



h1n1 and friend


The next day we were pretty destroyed and started the day out with gator hush puppies before hitting the road to meet up with Flufftronix in Bloomington, IN. There we made it to an uneventful house party (that supposedly got big after we left but fuck it... we were beat). The best part of the day was really when we discovered an amazing Dinosaur Park and saw this fat kid in front of a dollar store on one of those old quarter horse rides. Taking a picture of him was like sneaking a shot of a leopard in the wilderness. We were cautious and pretended to take a picture of the store but I don't think he would have minded either way.

Tuesday, May 20, 2008

SOUTHERN EXPOSURE -part 2-



Saturday I had to drive to Kosciusko, Mississippi (birthplace of Oprah) to pick my grandfather up from the veterans home he lives in now. After arguing about whether or not I could check him out, we left and wearily drove up the Natchez Trace to his house unoccupied house in Vardaman. But not before we stopped for fried catfish!



Ol' paw paw kind of mutters a lot and has the alzheimers so he asks the same things repeatedly and has to take like sack of medicine a day. We hung out with him until he went to bed around ten at which point we left and drove up to Memphis for another show. A two hour drive from where we were. Basically when in the south, it's easy to calculate any given location that you're at to another point you want to be is likely going to be two hours away.
We hit Memphis again around 12:30 a.m. and got to Murphy's again just in time to see supergroup, The Limes. The Limes are a gnarly southern garage band made up of local legends Monsieur Jeffrey Evans, Jack Oblivian, Shawn Cripps, Harlan T. Bobo, and Quinn Powers. They basically sound like what would happen if CCR got drunk with The Minutemen and decided to form a bar band. It was a good time with the exception of a near altercation with Abe from The Oscars who got kind of surly when Jay Reatard's girlfriend invited us to stay at her place. But we're smooth operators so we calmed Abe down, and kept the lurk to a minimum with no party foul. Though Abe did punch a paper towel holder off the wall and almost got kicked out of Murphy's till Jude put it together for him. See, we're not such bad guys.


We got back to my grandfather's place around 5:30 a.m. and almost died about fifty times on the way. Thus began day two of running on empty. We crashed out only to wake up to paw paw getting up and leaving the house around seven to go down the road to visit a relative. this sounds harmless but he gets confused so that means I had to get up and go with him and give him his medicine. I felt so fuckin' ill from not sleeping and eating fried food that the only thing that made sense was to more. We said our goodbyes to my grandpa since my cousin that lived next to him agreed to take him back to the home. So we drove to my mom's house and crashed out for about five hours (the most sleep we'd gotten since Thursday). We got up and went out to eat with my mom and Elliot at this place called Grill. It wasn't particularly southern so I won't go into detail about the Filet Mignon we had. Just sayin'...
So around ten p.m. we said goodbye to Mississippi and headed back to Memphis to find something to do for our last night. We found the city dead. An unseasonal cold front had hit. That combined with it being Sunday night made for a pretty depressing night with no partys, shows, or even movie theatres that were open late. We found ourselves without a place to stay and playing Ms. Pac-Man at Young Ave. Deli. When we'd given up hope, some Memphis folks i knew dropped in and saved the day. We kicked it with Angry Bob who used to play bass in Death Threat and Pat who bar tended the deli when I used to work there. We got a couple of couches to sleep on and I got punched in the arm and called a fag by Bob. Overall better than sleeping in the truck.
The next day we got up after finally having slept enough to not want to fall over. I know where the good thrift stores are so we did a little record shopping and I ended up spending $87.00 on seven vintage Swatch watches.



We ended the trip by eating BBQ from The BBQ Shop on Madison and letting it settle long enough to eat again at Gus' Famous Fried Chicken downtown. This weekend was the closest I've ever come to forcing diabetes on myself in one go. But that's how the south is... one long death drive filled with great food that'll kill you and random characters who'll let you sleep on their couch.

Thursday, May 15, 2008

Super Power Building

While I was reading this I kept thinking "what if they're right?" Its funny to use the word super in front of anything with maybe the exception of SuperMax (or maybe thats the funniest one?) This will be better than a Disneyland, Legoland, The Grand Canyon, and Wisconsin Dells gangbang. I want to enhance my perceptics.
READ IT ALL LAZY BONES

Wednesday, May 14, 2008

Get Yr. Learn On

http://free-university-in-internet.blogspot.com/

Max just gave me a link to an alphabetic listing of totally nerdy videos. Some promising links include:
Art - Herbie Hancock - "Cantaloupe Island"
Documentary – “The Occult History of the Third Reich”
Technology – “The secret life of the refrigerator”

Enjoy never going out.

SIRHAN ON HOLIDAY!




Dear Select Southern Locales,

Memorial Day Weekend Sirhan wil be in your town. If you are one of the few we'll be visiting, come out and say hi! See you soon!

MAY 23rd -Charlotte, North Carolina --- A Jarrell Affair: w/ Buckmaster & Sleazy Crew

MAY 24th -Atlanta, Georgia --- Masquerade: w/ Preston Craig and Moar


Also, we'll be swinging through Nashville for a day. Not playing but just saying hi and kickin' it with the Sewell Bros.