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I work in an arcane field where the job requires specific technical knowledge, built on a ladder of understanding and breakthroughs going back over 100 years. It's not immunology but it's not nothing.
A couple decades ago there was a christian panic about something the press started calling "backmasking," an outgrowth of the similarly absurd panic about subliminal messaging and advertising, about which I could also talk about for too long but will not now.
According to the panic, Satanists were hiding messages in music by recording secret messages, only audible if the music were played backwards, but somehow still perceivable and persuasive on listeners. Such messages were blamed for drug abuse, teen suicides and cult behavior.
This became a Big Deal. There were articles and TV shows about it, proponents mounted conferences, did public demonstrations and lectures, and eventually there were a core of believers who were convinced of the problem and adamant in outrage.
There is an excellent inclusion of this in @mountain_goats John Darnielle's excellent novel Wolf in White Van. Of course people like me, professionals in the recording field intimately familiar with the process and technology of recording, knew it was all horseshit.
Regardless, "secret messages" retained popular appeal and a few lawsuits were even pursued, one against the band Judas Priest, lent credibility by the passion of the people who believed in it, despite that they had no expertise or evidence, and an unlearned and credulous public.
In order for something to appear on a record, forward or reverse, it would need to be recorded onto the master tape, and debunking it should be as simple as going through the tape track by track and demonstrating that there was no demonic message there.
So this is exactly what Judas Priest did. They played their master tapes in court, showed the track sheets and other documentation, had their engineer testify that he was never asked to record any satanic messages, all that. You would think that would put an end to it but no.
As an expert in analog recording, I know there is no way for these things to have been done surreptitiously or other than by the normal methods of recording, but lay people don't know any of that. They could be convinced there was some other, secret, conspiratorial way.
Judas Priest are a good example of why debating the willfully ignorant is a fool's errand. It's expensive and exhausting to have to disabuse people of patent bullshit they are attached to. You have to educate people who do not wish to learn and do not trust you.
You have to start with Maxwell's equations and the theory of electromagnetism, teach them about the persistence of polarity in magnetic domains, explain the mechanics and design of magnetic recorders, the process and handling of masters in a studio and the chain of custody...
for master tapes that represent an investment of sometimes hundreds of thousands of dollars. You have to answer their ignorant objections continuously. And in the end they will just shrug and say, "I don't think so," and that will be that. They will remain unconvinced.
Okay, maybe that record didn't have backmasking and secret messages, but what about *this* one, or *this* one, or *this* one. Maybe that master tape didn't have a secret message track, but what about all the tapes we haven't examined?
You say there would be some evidence of the recording having been done, but couldn't it be done some other way? I recall a lawyer in the Judas Priest case arguing that the message in question was made as a composite of sounds including the vocal, guitar and hi-hat...
...ie the engineer did a cryptic reverse-speech soundscape collage, hidden within the apparently-normal recording of a rock band, for the purpose of inducing teen-agers to commit suicide. Every aspect of that argument is beyond absurd, yet it had its day in court. Literally.
So this fact-averse mindset persists, whether about evolution, vaccine efficacy, gun control or cryptic satanism. No matter how thoroughly an absurdity is shown to be bullshit and nonsense, its advocates will insist that didn't happen.
Indulging the "DEBATE ME!" shitheels does nothing to further the truth. It is exhausting because its purpose is to exhaust you and no credible person should do it.
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I don't know about you, but if I could spend $100 to keep somebody from being strangled to death, I'd happily hand over $100. So if you see someone in distress in public, before you strangle them to death, consider just giving them $100.
And if you see someone strangling such a person to death, instead of watching, consider stopping the strangler long enough to give his victim $100, on the chance that that might improve their demeanor enough that the strangler won't feel compelled to continue murdering them.
I mean, $100 isn't nothing, I understand. But strangling a person to death isn't nothing either, and apparently this situation calls for a considerable remedy, on the scale of strangling someone to death. In that context, it's probably worth $100.
I will always be the kind of punk that shits on Steely Dan
Christ the amount of human effort wasted to sound like an SNL band warm up.
"They spent three weeks on the guitar solo..." Three weeks of watching guitar players give it their all while doing bumps and hitting the talkback, "More *Egyptian* but keep it in the pocket..."
Beautifully lyrical guitarist, underrated vocalist. Television made a new kind of music and inspired new kinds of music. Marquee Moon is a perfect record. Requiescat.
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My favorite thing about especially the more meandering parts of Television was the way the music held onto a tonal center without having to frame it in "changes" or "heads" or even a fucking riff. You could tell it was still going almost through telepathy...
As Verlaine and Richard Lloyd unfolded their ideas, wrapping around a kind of song that didn't need to be sung. Their music retained its identity without the crutch of structural scaffolding other bands relied on, giving us license to disregard it elsewhere in our lives.
I don't talk often about the band I'm in, Shellac of North America, because I don't like promotion or anything that feels like promotion. I'm making an exception because Lin Bremer has died, and the affection people felt for him was deserved. (thread) blockclubchicago.org/2023/01/22/lin…
This song uses an extemporaneous litany, phrases and tropes associated with broadcasting, to sketch out several parallel notions. The most important one, the one that makes me think of Lin Bremer, is the way radio personalities use their speaking voice. shellac.bandcamp.com/track/the-end-…
They're just talking to you, same way your friends do, and that's their profession, telling you things in a way that bypasses all conscious mechanism and labor on your part. You don't need to read it or parse meaning from symbol, it's talking and it goes straight in your earhole.
People are dunking on these absurdist demonstrations but I think they're kinda cool. The point they're making is that your most priceless shit is worthless on a dead planet, and while they're not going to change any minds it's a way to get that idea into the discourse.
There's going to be more of this shit happening with people putting themselves at legal risk (or worse) to make this point, and it's going to be great watching who is appalled, who laughs and who smirks and nods.
People who don't accept the tactic are hung up on the fact that it won't change any minds. So what, nothing does. Nobody changes anybody else's mind, ever. That's not a thing. People change their minds on their own. All anybody else can do is be right about something and say so.
Gonna do some chip butty tweets. For non UK people, a chip butty is a bap (roll, like a hamburger bun) with some chips (french fries) and a kind of watery fake mayonnaise they call (ugh) "salad cream." This is their sandwich, they eat this. Okay ready?
Person: I'd like a sandwich please, and can I have some french fried potatoes with that?
Chip Butty: Excuse me, I couldn't help overhearing...
Person: I read here that the crew of the Endurance, desperate and stranded on Antarctica for a year had to eat their sled dogs, then subsisted on penguin meat. I can't imagine anything more dismal...
Chip Butty: Excuse me, I couldn't help overhearing...