Sunday, November 22, 2009

Sharing Bread

There are a lot of people who can only talk about a business. They can’t even generate $1.

There are so many people who know how to charge people for comments and time. They can’t even produce one thing – not even inspiration.

Even more so, the words “honest business” would be hard to apply to any company.

The word "company" comes from Latin, symbolizing people being such good friends that you would share bread with them. Con = together. Panis = bread. To go along with one and share bread. To accompany.

More than one month has passed since I heard a woman’s story that humbled me.

I can’t stop thinking about it.

Salon - A French concept of a conversation in a room to elevate minds - outlook, knowledge, and understanding.

I didn’t know her story going into a Salon where I was a keynote speaker. So was she.

I was about to give a speech about Arts Patronage – how it is possible online for people to commission work from people who inspire them. Paying something beyond $0.99 to an Artist. Commissioning an inspired project.

I wish for a photo of an eagle flying over the Lagoon in Stanley Park of Vancouver. I will pledge $...obo. A birthday gift for...

For that Salon, in Halifax, we launched a prototype to register desired gifts--works of art, or projects--online.

Next in Vancouver, we are launching an online food gifting service for Starving Artists and Causes.

We are preparing for New York where people one day will go to an inspired music café to leave a gift for someone to pick up.

Someone you know left a gift for you @ .... click here for details. There might be $20 cash for your music or dinner.

Sound impressive?

* * *

I was looking into her shadow

I was humbled by another story. By a woman. By a farmer from the country. By someone ditched by her husband. By someone ditched by her business partner, who left behind $167,000 in spoiled product (she mortaged everything and had $2000 left). By someone who turned down a $64,000 a year job as a chef. By someone who helped Artists. By someone who was turned down by a midwifery school for being too old. By someone who travels more than an hour to St. Lawrence market on Saturdays to sell cheese. By someone who wasn’t bankable. By a Mennonite.

She cussed a few times during her speech – her words simple, authentic and humorous. For people in the city.

Online and offline she got people to pre-pay for cheese yet to be made. She got people to subscribe. She generated $250,000 in subscriptions. Her business now generates more than $1 million in revenue at a profit of $150,000. She donated $15,000 to Doctors Without Borders.

Spectacular.

As a business reporter many moons ago, and as an advisor to investors for many ventures…I can honestly say, I have never seen this before.

She did exactly what I was trying to do for inspired Art, but with cheese. For $200, you got a $250 voucher for any cheese she made in the next five years.

I want to note company shareholders are also called subscribers. She changed the meaning of subscription. She sold “futures.” Investors were consumers.

550 subscribers generated $250,000 to fund cheese next spring from five different milks.

http://www.monfortedairy.com/

In some ways, she was also selling prepaid Art. She saw her cheese-making as Art.

I don’t often say give it up for a business model. But today I do. I first heard it on October 8, 2009. One month later, I still can’t stop thinking about it.

She cast more than one shadow

It’s not even just the business model of Obamaesque public financing. It’s not even the economic efficiencies she created. This is a model for local produce, local foodies and local business.

She called it Community Shared Agriculture (CSA). In the crowd, randomly some of her customers were even there.

Chevalier n. ~ a distinguished cheese expert. A designation awarded by Confrérie des Chevaliers du Taste Fromage in France. An equivalent to a wine sommelier.

"Pecorino Toscano originates in Italy ( pecora is “sheep” in Italian). It's a pressed, cooked cheese with a natural rind whose history dates back more than 2,500 years. The Monforte Toscano, which has been aged six months, has a rustic, mottled rind that brings to mind an artifact just unearthed. Its paste is a pale straw colour, with warm tea tones near the rind. It exudes a pastoral well-being that engages the senses before you even take a bite. The texture is dense with some crumble, but remains moist. The flavours are soft and have an earthy depth, a sour cream richness and a subtle, sweet complexity with a bit of meatiness at the rind."

Her name is Ruth Klahsen from Monforte Cheese. Before this, she cooked for a theater in Stratford, earning $32,000 a year plus benefits. She turned down a 100% pay raise to start her business. That’s double pay. And for all her staff too. Before this, she could cook duck confit for $5.95 for Artists to eat well. “I felt like my art was helping their art. And if you double my salary if f—cks it all up (crowd laughs)…it messes it up because it means the confit of duck is $12.95.”

PS To be my own devil's advocate, Ruth really gave me a chance to contrast our business with hers. She creates an asset (cheese)…something tangible and tactile, that a buyer can taste. It’s also inspiring. Our business has less up front cost. But in our model, Art is harder to imagine, harder to taste, less tangible or tactile, arguably, less stable to make. But Art does have the potential to create more inspiring stories. To make things beautiful. It’s key for us to highlight these stories. Stories like Ruth's.

Tuesday, November 10, 2009

The (Un)Conventional


Convention is a comfort zone.

Convention is status quo.

Convention is recognizable. It's familiar.

Sometimes convention is only a probability.

* * *

Everytime i come to New York, i ponder the wisdom of convention.

So many new successful acts, concepts and ventures lack convention. Some new things might invent a new way of fusing convention. But for the most part, the lack of convention is what resonates.

In life, i often get advice - business or personal. But i often wonder if i accept it, is it because i like it, i am comfortable with it, or if someone less entrepreneural requires it.

I always wonder, will it even work?

The proof is not in the pudding. Magic works more often than convention.

More often than not, convention doesn't apply to everything or everyone. Convention doesn't work. It's merely a language we understand.

* * *

I see when convention works. It stabilizes, it communicates, it carries logic, it applies in theory. But convention doesn't stand out. Convention is stale.

It's statistical, to think, it might work, in this situation. But convention is not a guarantee. Not even in a game of baseball where there's a fixed set of rules. You can't always count on it. The unconventional needs to help a team win.

* * *

The loudest voices in life often carry the sound of convention. It makes what is unconventional truly refreshing. I think we felt this with Obama.

Voices of convention can also sometimes be voices of discrimination. When what people understand is the only way - it doesn't work for people who are different.

Convention might be made to rule. But rules might not apply to you and I. Rules apply to the rulers. People like them.

Voices often say things only applicable to them.

* * *

Convention is copied. Copying something already done. Something someone else did. Something you once did.

At its best, it can only be trendy, with an exciting new interpretation...perhaps you perform convention better than before...well, maybe now you're bordering on an unconventional cover song.

In a technology business, i often get sent links to read. It is amazing how this once formed one third of my inbox as a CEO. I've had to tell people i dont read links of what someone else has already done. I used to...but it never helped.

In my life, convention has never worked.

It's the unconventional that breaks through. It starts to get dangerous for me with investors and customers. They only understand convention. Convention means less risk to them.

But as someone who steers a ship to go somewhere new, i know deep in my heart, convention only causes a new venture to stay put. It brings nothing new, or exciting, to fans we depend on for success. It's stagant. It might not even be fully functional.

But when money is at stake, so much convention is expected to minimize a dire sense of risk. Music labels start to like formula. Reality shows start to grow like weeds.

* * *
Convention is lazy. Convention avoids what may be true, what may need to be done. Convention is what someone else says is your self-help.

The unfortunate thing is that not everyone benefits from convention and it's hard to measure who does. It's a format off-the rack, tailored for specific types of people.

i argue criminals are more successful than authorities who base things on convention. Criminals are forced to be unconventional to survive. Successful criminals aren't caught when authorities think conventionally. They have to think outside the box.

* * *

Some people are more privileged in the status quo to bear more fruit from convention. Some people are more resourced for conventions. Some people are more accepted with conventions.

But convention doesnt make you think, it keeps the status quo. Convention keeps you where you are.

In New York, there is always something new someone didn't think of, something that works, that makes you say, Cool.

Tuesday, November 3, 2009

Tom's Diner, Will Travel

If you’ve ever wondered where a song can go, this story might amaze you.

I will soon be in Tom's Diner in New York City.

I want to go there, sit by a window pane, and re-write this song. Mirror it, for November, today, 28 years later. Write what I see. Write what I hear. Wonder what I will read in the New York Post.

This well-traveled place was first memorialized in a song that made music history.

Suzanna Vega's Tom's Diner was written on Broadway at 112th Street, in Tom's Restaurant, a Columbia University hangout in New York City.


Faraway, in my small Ontario town, north of Toronto, there's a place of the same name. This song never leaves me.


Somehow unlike any other song, Tom's Diner was reincarnated many times, in many forms, and later started a digital music revolution.

Vega sat by a window in Tom's to write this song. She was inspired by a photographer who said he could see his entire life through a window pane, in the third person.


Vega actually forgot what year she wrote it (she thought 1982)...but words she sung of "a story of an actor who had died while he was drinking," gave a clue, and so did "turning to the horoscope / and looking for the funnies."

In 1981-82, only the New York Post had a horoscopes, comics and prominently covered a story of an actor who had died.

William Holden won an Oscar in 1954 for his best actor performance in Sunset Boulevard

He was drunk, slipped on a carpet, banged his head on a night table, and bled to death on November 12, 1981. He was discovered November 16. His story was in Tom's Diner on November 18.

The "bells of the cathedral," Vega heard from Tom's Diner, refer to the Cathedral of Saint John the Divine.

Gothic architecture, 1892
(redesigned many times)

Amsterdam @ 112th

Tom's Diner was first released in a magazine of all places: A January 1984 analog insert inside Fast Folk Musical Magazine. What format i don't know.


Vega wrote Tom's Diner for piano but sung it a cappella because she couldn't play piano yet. The song was then re-released in 1987 on her platinum album Solitude Standing.

I bought this in cassette tape - in days when female vocalists were coming to the forefront

Before this, she performed Tom's Diner at the Prince's Trust concert, without instruments in 1986, to confront her stage fright. She vowed if this song was poorly received, she would walk off stage and never sing it again live. She took a chance against her fear, and it worked.

If there's good karma to extend a song's life, Tom's Diner is the poster child.

Tom's Diner would later become the "Mother of the MP3"...Karlheinz Brandenburg used it to develop the MP3:

"I was ready to fine-tune my compression algorithm...somewhere down the corridor, a radio was playing `Tom's Diner.' I was electrified. I knew it would be nearly impossible to compress this warm a cappella voice."

The digital music inventor tested Tom's Diner repeatedly to refine the scheme, "making sure it did not adversely affect the subtlety of Vega's voice."

Then in 1990, this song fell into the secretive hands of two underground DJs in England known as DNA. They put the beats of Soul II Soul behind it, to remix it, for underground performances.This was done without permission.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TdrHfCRSO_A

Instead of being sued, DNA was offered compensation to release this underground remix which became a major hit, selling 3 million copies. Money was exchanged clandestine by suitcase via intermediaries. The identity of DNA was not initially publicly known. Two music men from Bath thought they would face legal consequences if identified.

Later REM and Billy Bragg covered it in their one-off band Bingo Hand Job.

Sometimes i think the inspiration of this song will transfer eternally from one creative force to another.

Vega, a Spanish Harlem and later Upper West Side resident, was once a regular at the Cornelia Street Cafe in Greenwich Village, where Lady Gaga says she used to work as a teenager. Lady Gaga was born five years after Tom's Diner.


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nLedFWpF9EA

Tom's Restaurant is in a building owned by Columbia University, and also houses NASA's Goddard Institute for Space Studies.

Tom's has been operated by the Greek-American Minasizoulis family since the 1950s. Most of the world knows Tom's via Seinfeld's fictional Monk's Cafe (exterior). "Tom" was deleted from Seinfeld to avoid paying royalties.


Early Seinfeld episodes showed the word "Tom's."

Tom's Diner, Will Travel, was written in a web cafe in Toronto on College Street, @$10/day, east of Ossington. Next to me, a man says he is about to take a bus to New York. On a computer, he finds a room, for $22 on the Upper West Side. A "dormitory bunk."

Today Al Gore was signing books at Barnes and Noble

A man surnamed Noble jumped from the 10th floor of an NYU library.

Friday, October 30, 2009

Some people say rap is a sin. I say hear where it' s been.

A dj once asked if i made beats. Only once, words, feats, in defeat.

I was in SF, saw MC Sniper projected on a screen in a Korean bar on Taylor, just north of Kearny.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rZu-tN3asJQ

And this is what i wrote for my brother who died in March. Rap, its legacy after death, inspired him. A rap for someone who lived, while he lived.

I started to think of my bro fightin his fourth stage in a hospital bed – and wrote…

Yellow Rap
They say in rap
You die
They say in rap
You live
They say in rap
You return
They say in rap
We rap
Until we find
That other place
Only one life to live
One bullet left
My feet don't matter
My legs don't quit
My heart be rappin
Cause MLK be clappin
That we aint hazy
Cause we aint lazy
We be real
To be the deal
To fight the power
In our finest hour
No time to waste
No time to haste
My eyes be wide open
My truth be dopin
More than the power
That keeps me hopin
Aint got no fluff
We be the stuff
No need to sell
No tales to tell
So no more dippin
Into those who be trippin
We got no time for that
In this Yellow Rap
One bullet left
Word.
- 30 -

He died before turning 30.

Monday, October 26, 2009

Alice Underground (Espirit D'Escalier)

Her blog before she died in New York, was called Wit of the Staircase.


http://theresalduncan.typepad.com/

The title derives from the French espirit d'escalier...the perfect witty response one thinks up after the conversation is over.

from her blog

Her lover and soul mate of 12 years, before he died, had exhibited at Los Angeles' Museum of Contemporary Art, the Museum of Modern Art in New York, and in three Whitney Museum Biennials.

He designed Beck's album cover for Sea of Change.
His paint strokes looked like graphics.

His work was exhibited posthumously at the Corcoran Gallery of Art in Washington, D.C.

Together, they were the IT couple of New York's Lowest East Side. They socialized with the likes Philip Seymour Hoffman, Giovanni Ribisi and Emily Watson. They hung out at the Bowery Hotel, the Beatrice Inn and Bungalow 8.

They moved from their New York Broome Street apartment to a bungalow in Los Angeles where she had a two picture deal with Fox Searchlight and directed a pilot for Oxygen. They then returned to New York where she took her life.

They were described as "alarmingly brilliant."

"They were like two parts of the same person — very, very bonded," said one New York writer. "You could talk to them about the history of electricity or politics. Both were really scholarly in a pop sense."

They returned to New York where he wanted to speak “freely” to “exceptional people” and launch their work.


“They were remarkable people,” said a former director of the San Francisco Museum of Modern Art. “I can’t think of one without the other. It was flattering to be in their presence. You felt good that they liked you.”

He was 35, she was 40, in the last year of their lives.

They lived in St. Mark's Church in-the-Bowery, a special place in New York history. Sam Shepherd produced his first plays here. Martha Graham and Isadora Duncan danced here. Allen Ginsberg and WH Auden read poetry here. Andy Warhol hung out here. Kahlil Gibran, author of The Prophet was once on St. Mark's arts committee. Frank Lloyd Wright drew plans for two towers at St. Mark's.

In the courtyard, she and he would often have discourse to change the frontier of what we understood. They drank Manhattans with Pastor Frank Morales. "They were a dynamic force, and I'm sure their brilliance circulated between them symbiotically," said one notable art gallery curator.

note the grass



Their 3 bedroom apartment was in the rectory of St. Mark's.

Frank Morales pays a visit to rectory. He's often considered a leader of New York's squatter's movement in the 1980s and 1990s.

He collaborated with her 40-minute animation called The History of Glamour, shown at the prestigious Whitney Museum Year 2000, biennial exhibition.

"The History of Glamour is a semi-autobiographical satire about the rise of a young female indie-rock musician....it’s a cautionary tale about the emptiness of fame and the corrupting influence of ambition."

http://www.vanityfair.com/culture/features/video/2008/historyofglamour_video200801

She was a notable blogger, aspiring screenwriter, and critically acclaimed pioneering game designer. Her blogs sometimes chronicled discontinued perfumes and Kate Moss. She was dubbed "Silicon Alley’s dream girl” by The New York Times, The Washington Post, and People. "Her confidence was contagious. It was `punk.'" ~ Vanity Fair.

She could do no wrong until the end.

In Hollywood, no one gets to be Warhol, not even Warhol. “She seemed a bit naïve about Hollywood,” said Sex Pistols impresario Malcolm McLaren (whom Blake had been working on a portrait of when he died). “She went in hoping people would listen to her, but in Hollywood you’re the one who has to listen.”

~ Vanity Fair

After returning to New York, she was working on her chef d'oeuvre - her life's cornerstone work - when she killed herself on July 10. It was called Alice Underground.


He was a graphic designer for Rockstar Games. He found her lying prone, by a suicide note, pills and a champagne glass. He had eaten a late lunch at 3pm with her that day. No one ever saw them fight. Her note said, "I love all of you." He was inconsolable. Up to 10 people took shifts for one week on suicide watch. He was "blanketed." Then on July 17, a day before her funeral, he took a train to Brooklyn en route to see a friend. Instead, he went to Rockaway Beach - a place where New Yorkers go surfing in the Atlantic Ocean - where his mother was born.



"American Ruins" - from his video Wincester

He took off all his clothes, folded them neatly, leaving his wallet and a note behind. He walked into the sea. A woman saw him and called 911. A fishing boat picked him out of the water in Jersey five days later. Before this he had purchased a flight to Germany.

In the note, he wrote, he wanted to be with her.


an actress anonymously left this in my notebook before she left a boutique bar celebrating the wrap of her tv series

His memorial was held on her birthday - October 26. Coincidentally, today (two years ago).

Her genius, her masterpiece, will never be seen, with all of its sophisticated visual style. It is Alice Underground.

"It would have revealed the real depth of her talent," said one producer.

So many things in life we don't see.

* * *

His digital paintings married animation, film and computer art.

He was the iPhone paint brush before there even was one. "You could experience a video as you would a painting. It's poetic, abstract, very rich work," said one curator.

"His first solo shows, in New York and Los Angeles in 1999, blew everybody away." ~ Vanity Fair

“I think I have invented a new, more poetic kind of pop art that blends elements of pop and noir.”



* * *
Her dream ended with Beck. From this point onward, no one knows what really happened. She claimed Beck originally agreed to be in Alice Underground - a film about a rock star kidnapped by two girls. Then the Church of Scientology, she believed, asked him not to participate, and conspired to crush its prospects in Hollywood. Her screenplay was well-received by Fox Searchlight, then Paramount, and then shelved. They believed they were being harassed and followed by Scientologists in Los Angeles. It's partly why they moved to New York. The internet has been rife with theories on how two wildly successful and popular artists were driven to suicide.

I often wonder if they saw St. Mark's Church in-the-Bowery as an artist sanctuary or more so, a safe harbor from persecution. In the end, the demons got to her. And he lost his true love here.

Before she died, she referenced Kafka in a July 5 blog: “When you stand in front of me and look at me, what do you know of the griefs that are in me and what do I know of yours?”

He found her shortly after 7pm and police cars arrived 10 minutes later, at St. Mark's north entrance.


* * *
Their apartment overlooked a beautiful garden but is also allegedly haunted by Harry Houdini and Edgar Allan Poe. Today the church is 210 years old, on the exact spot where a Dutch man buried below previously erected a family chapel in 1660. Six generations of his family are buried here. She helped organized a July 3 fundraiser, successfully generating $12,000 to repair St. Mark's facade, a week before she died. Oddly, she didn't invite Frank Morales and the couple didn't show up.

The rectory overlooking the garden

1795 cornerstone

In some sad tragic irony, author Bret Easton Ellis (American Psycho) is working on a screenplay for director Gus Van Zandt about them. Her life and his life have been approved for a movie posthumously.

* * *

I stayed away from St. Mark's that year - waiting for a sign. In the village, i was reading a book called The Mole People. People started stopping me to say they had read the book too.

Then one December night, an actress from Law&Order sat next to me at a music cafe and said she had read it too. A playright said, he had written a play about mole people. I asked him, "what's it called?"

He replied, "Alice Underground."

No shit, i replied.

This most recent trip, i sponsored an Artist who went about town separately. On Tuesday, he told me, "I found this really neat open mike. It's in an underground theater. A lot of talented people perform."

I then asked him, what's it called. He replied, "St. Mark's."

He actually went somewhere down the street near the church. On Tuesdays, at Under St. Mark's Theater (94 St. Mark's Place), there's a 100-person underground theater for Penny's Open Mike.

It's underground, but I wonder if I can find Alice?

http://pennysopenmic.com

Penny's Open Mike - on night of Obama's election win


* * *

Nearby at the church...
"The Poetry Project burns like red hot coal in New York's snow."

-Allen Ginsberg

Founded in 1966, the Poetry Project at St. Mark's Church in-the-Bowery, via three weekly readings and performances, has seen hundreds of poets, writers and performers, including Allen Ginsberg, Alice Walker, John Cage, Sam Shepard, Patti Smith, Yoko Ono, and Michael Ondaatje. It is staffed completely by poets.

I don't know too much about Danspace Project - a reputable dance initiative...but it's here too. You can't go wrong if Martha and Isadora were here.

* * *
St. Marks - 131 East 10th (@ 2nd Avenue)

Two days ago, i explained some of the old history of New Amsterdam to a man visiting from Amsterdam. New York was first Dutch, then British, then American. He asked if i knew of a place that had a sculpture of a famous Dutch man inside a New York building. He had seen it before. I didn't know the answer. Tonight i find out, it is here at St. Mark's in 1660, Peter Stuyvesant built a chapel on land he bought in 1651. He is still buried beneath.



* * *

Many stories have been written of delusions and paranoia that talents like they--like we--can face. I don't know how to end this other than to say, You can't get better, if you think you are worse or better than you actually are.

PS this blog, if truly an esprit d'escalier, was designed to get you to perform...

"The answer you cannot make, the pattern you cannot complete, till afterwards it suddenly comes to you...when it is too late." ~ Theresa Duncan on espirit d'escalier.

Monday, September 21, 2009

Salon

"A salon is a gathering of intellectual, social, political, and cultural elites under the roof of an inspiring hostess or host, partly to amuse one another and partly to refine their taste and increase their knowledge through conversation.

These gatherings often consciously follow Horace's definition of the aims of poetry, "either to please or to educate" ("aut delectare aut prodesse est"). The salons, commonly associated with French literary and philosophical salons of the 17th century and 18th century, were carried on until quite recently in urban settings among like-minded people of a 'set': many 20th-century salons could be instanced."


- Wikipedia

I will be speaking soon at one.

Inaugural Salon
Thursday, October 8, 2009
7:00pm - 10:00pm
2nd Floor Salon at The Great Hall
1087 Queen Street West (@ Dovercourt)
Toronto, ON


I have written so many speeches. I have read so many speeches.

Speeches to lead a nation, speeches to lead a religion, speeches to lead a protest, speeches to change a world.

I have spoken in front of crowds. People drunk in a pub - who somehow needed to hear me speak about the brave new world of television.

People with money, cynical from 1000 other speakers and 100 other failures...people who only know how to hear 1-2-3. Speeches to win a music fan, speeches to raise money, speeches to lead a company.

I have written speeches. For politicians who won and a woman who would be ranked among Top 50 most powerful in a city. For civil rights, to change even my friends.

I have read speeches - a keen admirer of the Kennedys, a few basketball coaches, and notable people in history who borrowed many an ear.

I have even transcribed a lost speech posthumously, by the late Pulitzer Prize winning author Carol Shields. It was the best speech I had ever heard in Canada. I named it Tempus Fugit (Time Flies). Now i reference it in blogs, a symbol. This speech spoke of how to partner with time while you are alive. It was haunting to publish it after she died, when she had no time left.

I have read books about speeches - how humans can only retain one topic every six minutes. After that you will lose them. How humans can only remember three key messages - more than this they may forget every message you say.

I have pitched to people who have heard every story in the book, and every song she wrote.

This is the first speech i am writing in public.

I will update it before it is said. I will be in New York City before i speak - which could change everything. Everything.

I have done this before for a speech. A game changing experience. Something you do not expect before it is written.

Public comments - before it is said - may even change it.

I once gave speeches monthly - sometimes weekly - to strangers. That was during some campaign. In 2008, i only spoke once. It resulted in $250,000 being raised. In 2009, i only spoke publicly once. It resulted in a man approaching me needing $35 million. I never spoke again since. Times had changed in terms of what people needed, or wanted...what they could see.

*****

Arts Patronage 1.0


Before you arrived - you paid $10. Or $5 - if you paid in advance. You paid a prix fixe.

Was it worth it? Was it worth more? Was it worth less? Does it matter to you...

* * *
A play i saw one night asked me to pay what I wanted. The idea was to give access to starving students (and artists for that matter). The average donation was $20. This equaled their fixed price gate on other nights.

The bar, however, had a record night in sales, giving the play a record night in profits.

* * *

Radiohead launched an album called In Rainbows and told music lovers to download it after paying what they wanted.

It reportedly sold 1.2 million copies with the average donation equal to the album price. People who could fill Giants Stadium pre-ordered the box set release.

This showed me that without restrictions on pricing - it was possible to have greater revenue elasticity. You could sell more than $0.99, and you could offer something additional like first rights to concert tickets.

For 99 cents, you can buy a download at iTunes. You might have a tough time finding longer compositions of jazz and classical. You might have a tough time putting this song from one machine to another. You might lose this song when your computer dies.

It's no secret Apple uses this to sell iPods. In the distribution of online music wealth, Apple makes the most money. Then it's music labels and business partners. I confess, i was once of them - watching download sales to the millions. Never once did we think of an Artist beyond the preview sample, the download, the metadata and the album art. An Artist was lucky to even be found. The Top 10 sometimes sold 80% of the revenues.

No one has really looked out for the Artist deal. An Artist gets leftovers from negotiations by other stakeholders. The Artist is lowest on the food chain of this digital revolution. It's no surprise the Artist earns the least.

I have seen royalty cheques of many independent artists who are considered above average in selling online. You will be lucky to earn $100 after a few months, whenever it comes.

This is the digital revolution not televised.

* * *

MySpace, Facebook, YouTube, Twitter, Flickr, Blogger and other free online services are the biggest scams in the world. As you post your content - for free - you are helping to give Rupert Murdoch $1 billion from advertising. What does he give you? Not a penny.

Okay, let's not pick on Rupert. You're also helping to give Steve Jobs billions as you earn $100.

We often clamour about how music labels exploit Artists. But this deal from Rupert Murdoch is signing you to a five-song deal, he owns the rights, he makes a billion and he pays you nothing.

i had better fact check. Sometimes these deals online change.

* * *

I see Artists who give their music for free - as if it has no value. It pegs the value as zero.

Even then, many Artists experience resistance in giving away their work. Sometimes i've seen people keep CDs given for free - out of sympathy - and consider using them for coasters.

* * *

So what's valuable?

95% of the things I see online is junk to me. I would be happy if one in 10 things interested me. This is not to say it's all bad. It's just that everyone's got different tastes and the science of taste-serving has yet to be mastered online. This is where the Old World does a better job.

What i do know is that if something does inspires me, i am willing to donate to the Artist to keep it up.

* * *
At 32 Jones, there's a music cafe - one of New York's last. Woody Allen shot a movie here. Bob Dylan used to live by it. There's no cover charge.

3000 Artists email monthly to try and perform there.

On a good night, the owner says, people don't have a problem paying $35 in a donation - and buy a CD.

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I believe in a New World for art.

It's in fact a revision of an Old World.

A world of patronage that made Italy beautiful.

An online tip jar for someone who inspires you.

In this model, we push the Radiohead model further. You can prepay for art by an Artist who has previously inspired you. This Artist has yet to spend a dime and earned your patronage.

An Artist just has to pitch a vision that inspires you and you donate. You become part of making the dream, of making something beautiful. You are recognized for doing this. Charities already do this.

Alternatively, you can commission inspiring work. I would like to pay $10 for an inspiring photo from this night - illustrating the ambience of a Salon. I might even pay more if it's spectacular. Very French in ambience preferably.


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At 32 Jones...most people pay in cash. I think the music world is very much like this. Growing up, i dont remember ever using anything but cash. I think the first time i used a credit card was for Ticketmaster, and not at first.

Online, the convenience of an impulse cash purchase has not been accommodated. You either have to use a credit card, or go to some store to get a prepayment card.

I believe in a pledging system to enable an Artist to know that someone in some location is willing to offer cash for your work. This is no different than Craig's List. In this way, you capture the impulse buy in cash. Imagine a day, when you find out you have an offer in Germany - a place to stay, food and a buyer of your next CD waiting.

Thank you.
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This is my unedited first draft - written in less than an hour during a break. It no doubt will be cut for spoken word. The spoken word - narration - is quite different than the written word - narrative. I have yet to time it for 15 mins...but it looks way over. Will need to cut, cut, cut. The internet allows access into my thoughts, for now.

Status Report: I am hungry now and have to eat.

Saturday, September 12, 2009

My Gotham

A friend’s child is being asked to write about 9/11, a day when school children across a street saw planes crash into buildings and people jump off towers. I’ve written about New York in many angles. History can be conveyed in so many different ways.

In some cities, people often like to live in the past – there’s not as much to focus on in the present or future.

New York has the opposite force – it’s more about do something today for a great future. The past was yesterday. Done.

New York is a place that does more to originate for a future than react to a past.

But subliminally, New York’s past does contain some genes of its future.

It seems fitting today to look back at its genealogy.

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THE SECRET SUBWAY

The term Air Mail didn’t just mean planes, balloons, or pigeons. In New York, mail was once sent by “pneumatic tubes.” Capsules—containing documents—could be blown 35 mph in a tube from one building to another “by air.”
Capsule

In 1898, tubes went across the Brooklyn Bridge to deliver mail from Manhattan to Brooklyn. These tubes remained active in New York until 1953. In Paris, they stayed active until 1983 when fax machines arrived.
Today this New York Times article can be emailed

At a fair, Scientific American publisher Alfred Ely Beach demonstrated these suction tubes could push a car of 12 passengers and a driver. He had a wooden tube on exhibit from 14th St. to 15th St., hanging from a ceiling to show New Yorkers.

The New York Times reported that a “through city tube” could theoretically transport people from City Hall to Central Park in 8 minutes, to Washington Heights (the top of Manhattan) in 20 and to Brooklyn City Hall going under the East River in two, according to Beach. He envisioned tubes underground, on sides of buildings, and on rooftops.

The next year, in 1868, he applied for a permit to install tubes below Broadway to blow parcels from Wall Street to City Hall. He rented Devlin clothing store on the southwest corner of Warren Street, where he secretly dug a 300 foot tunnel, nine feet wide, 20 feet below, eastward along Broadway to the south side of Murray Street.

At the Warren St. Station, for ambience, he installed gas-lit lights, a fountain with goldfish, a piano, and frescos to open his secret ambition. A 22-person car propelled by a fan became operational by February 26, 1870.

This was New York’s first ever subway car.

It carried 400,000 riders for 25 cents, operational for only a few months until financing stopped. His tunnel is within the present day City Hall station under Broadway.
City Hall Station

Beach's subway was buried after a Devlin Building fire in 1898. New Yorkers then used elevated trains. In 1912, while making a new subway line, Beach's secret tunnel was accidentally discovered and excavated.
Pneumatic Tunnel and Car Found 1912 (upper right)

It’s one of New York’s many secret tunnels where Mole People sometimes live. Sometimes I wonder if anyone escaped the World Trade Center on 9/11 using a secret tunnel. There were many secret tunnels under the WTC.

Beach’s tunnel was one block away.
Somtimes i stayed by Chambers Station at the Cosmopolitan Hotel. On 9/11 the WTC Station was buried.

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THE FIRST TWIN TOWERS

The Manhattan Tower and Brooklyn Tower were the tallest structures in North America when they were built. The Brooklyn Bridge – held by these twin towers - opened in 1883, the longest suspension bridge in the world.

Brooklyn at this juncture in history was vying against Manhattan to become the economic epicentre of North America. By 1880, Brooklyn had 5000 factories, including breweries in Williamsburg. The bridge was originally called the “New York and Brooklyn Bridge” until 1915. This was Manhattan’s first land link to Long Island.

During 13 years of bridge construction, 27 men died. This is when the world discovered the “Bends” - a condition unknown at the time from diving deep and decompressing too fast when surfacing.

Workers were placed in caissons (water-tight submersible boxes) and lowered into the water to dig into bedrock. They were lit by “limelight,” calcium lamps used for theatre.

The Brooklyn Tower was erected first without issue. The deeper Manhattan Tower saw workers experience a sickness that contorted their bodies – giving name to the “Bends.” As the shaft of the Manhattan Tower sank deeper, more workers started to die. Ultimately, the digging halted.

The Manhattan Tower, didn’t actually reach bedrock (30 feet short) and now rests on sand.

On opening day, 1,800 vehicles and 150,300 people crossed the bridge. A week later, a rumour – that the bridge was about to collapse – caused a panic-driven stampede killing 12 people – trampled to death or pushed off the bridge. The next year circus ringmaster PT Barnum had Jumbo lead 20 elephants and 27 camels across the bridge to show its strength. The bridge carried elevated trains until 1944. Street cars crossed the bridge until 1950.

Aerodynamics were not tested on bridges until the 1950s, after the Tacoma Narrows Bridge collapsed in 1940. The Brooklyn Bridge’s unique design (strengthened open truss) by fluke does not suffer problems with the wind. Most bridges from its time no longer exist. This year the bridge is being upgraded in a $750 million project a result of an inspection that came after that Minneapolis bridge collapsed on I-35.

On 9/11, a record number of pedestrians used the bridge to flee Manhattan when subways were closed. The movement of a large number of people (steps in unison) causes oscillations to sway a bridge. Some bridges have collapsed from armies marching on them. The sway progressively increases in amplitude. This arguably was the bridge’s biggest stress test.

A terrorist plot to cut its cables with blowtorches was foiled in 2002.

In 2006, a Cold War bunker in the bridge was discovered by city workers in the Lower East Side. This secret space, hidden in masonry anchorage, contained supplies in the event of a nuclear attack by the Soviet Union. There were empty water drums and medical supplies. “There were cans of high-calorie crackers with instructions to consume 10,000 calories a day per person. The instructions said the crackers should be destroyed after 10 years, but they were mostly intact.”
Crackers

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Though media outlets have a policy of not reporting suicides, the Brooklyn Bridge is a popular place for jumpers. Retired NYPD officer Gary Gorman estimates 150+ people a year threaten to jump off the Brooklyn Bridge. That’s more than one jumper every three days. He personally rescued 35 in 12 years. The police have a 99% success rate of preventing jumps, he says. Those who jump are usually gone before police arrive. Sometimes after jumpers come down, and discover their cars have been stolen. Jumpers are 85% male, and usually from the Manhattan side.

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On March 1 1994, a shooting first labeled as road rage then re-classified as terrorism in 2000 occurred on the Brooklyn Bridge. A Lebanese born gunman shot four Jewish occupants of a van. A sixteen year old died. The Ari Halberstam Memorial Ramp on the Manhattan side is named after the victim.

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I recently visited the scenic River Café below the Brooklyn Bridge where Woody Allen once jammed with his clarinet.

He made the movie Manhattan.

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CITY LIGHTS

New York was the first American city massively wired for lights and sound.

Telegraphers operating wire services for Associated Press or Western Union began experimenting with additional activities that could be done with a wire.
Wires across Broadway (1885)

Alexander Graham Bell became the first to transmit vocal sounds across the wire, and launch New York’s first telephone service at 82 Nassau in 1878-79.

The first New York telephone book had 252 names. The Mulberry Street police headquarters was soon connected to every city police station by phone. New York had its first 911.

You cranked a phone to reach an operator to connect you to another phone. At first rowdy telegraph men were hired to operate the switchboard. Their beer-drinking ways, office fights, and swearing (at customers) proved ill-fated. The men were then replaced by women, smooth operators, who soothed customers complaining of unreliable lines.

In parallel, Thomas Edison invented a way to record sound using a “phonograph.” You turned a crank and could hear sound – the sound of New York’s first record.

A year later, Broadway became the first Manhattan street lit with outdoor lamp posts stretching from Union Square to Madison Square.
Arc Lighting down Broadway 1880

Fifth Avenue was then lit up along with 34th and 14th Streets.

15 years had passed since 1865, when assassinated President Abraham Lincoln’s coffin was towed in a funeral car by 16 horses from City Hall along Broadway to 14th across Union Square to Fifth Avenue, watched by a million people. Said Walt Whitman: “Black clouds driving overhead. Lincoln’s death—black, black, black—as you look toward the sky—long broad black like great serpents.”

That same dark place was suddenly in lights.

By 1886, 1500 lamp posts lit thoroughfares in Central Park as well as Fourth, Fifth and Seventh Avenues from Battery Street to 59th Street. Start spreading the news…night life had begun in New York, New York. The town would stop sleeping.

Thomas Edison vowed to create indoor lighting – first manifested as globes decorated in paper mâché and flowers. He moved to Fifth Avenue and 14th Street into a four-storey brownstone and lit up New York’s first building with 100 Globes. He purchased 255-57 Pearl Street to house New York’s first power station. By 1882, The New York Times building was lit up inside as was his bank Drexel, Morgan. JP Morgan’s mansion on Madison Avenue was the first house lit up, in spite of his carpets and walls getting scorched by accident. The Vanderbilts who owned his invention rights lit up their three uptown palaces. Within a year, 500 wealthy homes were lit up, creating a new class system of the lit and the unlit.

Electricity electrified New York. The first elevators were powered in 1889 followed by the first escalator a decade later. Edison started powering anything that needed electricity from sewing machines to Broadway theaters. Night life swung open.

He lit up Lady Liberty’s hand in 1886 and the statue’s base with 8000 candlepower lamps. A company executive lit up his Christmas tree (the first ever with lights) which then became an American tradition.

Horse cars were replaced by electric street cars. Street advertising was lit up on the Great White Way along Broadway between 23rd and 34th.

Harlem stayed gas lit, without electricity, well into the next century.

DJ Moby was born on 9/11 in 1965 in Harlem

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The Empire State Building is lit up in colours symbolic of a major event in town. During the US Open, it will have the color of a tennis ball.
US Open lights

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MELTING POT

The Five Points intersection of Anthony (Worth Street), Orange (Baxter Street) and Cross (Mosco Street) was America’s original melting pot.

Martin Scorsese had a dream in the 1970s to make a film set here, after reading a 1928 book called The Gangs of New York. His dream came true in 2002, a year after 9/11.

A neighborhood formed here in 1820 around a polluted pond that had been drained. It was poorly filled, creating insect-ridden swamps. Rich people fled. Newly freed slaves arrived. They were followed by poor immigrants, who arrived in abundance in the 1840s during the Irish Potato Famine. Along with London’s East End, Five Points ranked among the world’s most dense neighbourhoods, and was known for its disease, prostitution, violent crime and infant mortality.

A prison – the Tombs 1 – was built on the pond. Tombs III was closed in 1974 for security and health reasons and replaced by Tombs IV which stands today.

The Old Brewery, housing 1000 poor, was said to have a murder a night for fifteen years, until being demolished in 1852. Five Points had the highest murder rate of any slum in the world. Gangs such as the Roach Guards, Dead Rabbits and Bowery Boys ruled the streets. In 1862, 10% of New York was arrested (82,072 people). Al Capone (“Scarface”) was a recruit of the Five Points Gang.

In American Notes, Charles Dickens writes, “This is the place, these narrow ways, diverging to the right and left, and reeking everywhere with dirt and filth. Such lives as are led here, bear the same fruits here as elsewhere. The coarse and bloated faces at the doors have counterparts at home, and all the wide world over. Debauchery has made the very houses prematurely old. See how the rotten beams are tumbling down, and how the patched and broken windows seem to scowl dimly, like eyes that have been hurt in drunken frays. Many of those pigs live here. Do they ever wonder why their masters walk upright in lieu of going on all-fours? and why they talk instead of grunting.”

For 10 years until 1895, efforts were made to clear this slum. Most of its residents moved to New York’s Lower East Side.

The clashes between the Irish and Blacks were legendary as this neighbourhood became America’s first racially integrated neighbourhood. America’s first melting pot.

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THE NEW GAME

In 1842, white collar workers near Murray Hill and Madison Square bored of cricket came up a new game. In a vacant lot at 27th and Madison, they played a version of a children’s game called rounders and created new rules. They called it baseball. They formed a team called the Knickerbockers. By 1858, Brooklyn would host 71 teams and Manhattan, 25. Together with teams from New Jersey and Long Island, 125 teams formed the National Association of Base Ball Players.

Today on 9/11, Derek Jeter passed Lou Gehrig for most hits ever in a New York Yankee uniform. Jeter stood with Joe Torre and Don Mattingly in the first New York baseball game after 9/11 to console New York. It was the toughest baseball game ever to play in New York. It was hard to stand. Today 46,771 people sat in a heavy New York rain to chant his name.

Torre (6) Jeter (2) Mattingly (23)


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TRAMPS IN THE PARK

Central Park is home to 1000 homeless people today who can vote from this official constituency. There have always been tramps in the park.

North America’s largest city park and public space is almost entirely landscaped and has 200 species of birds. The property value has been appraised at $528.8 billion.

A poet and landscape architect felt New York needed an open-air driving space (for horse carriages) like the Bois de Boulogne in Paris or Hyde Park in London. They had won the 1857 a landscape design contest to create its vision. 1600 people living there – freed slaves, Germans and Irish – were displaced for construction.

Their design’s centre piece is the “Mall” - two lanes of elm trees ending at Bethseda Terrace, where there’s a view of Bethesda Fountain, and the park pond.

By 1873, after 13 years of work, it was finished. Skating on the frozen pond was among its first historical scenes. Today I don’t think the pond ever fully freezes (there’s always Wollman’s Rink).

Until 1934, sheep used to graze on the Sheep Meadow but were moved upstate in fear of depression era New Yorkers eating them. Seven million people visited the park in 1865. The Central Park Zoo in 1871 became its most popular feature.

Cleopatra’s Needle is the park’s oldest sculpture – an obelisk from 1450 BC gifted by Egypt in 1869, and erected in the park in 1881. Its transport from Alexandria was financed by the Vanderbilt family taking a decade to complete. It stands by the Metropolitan Museum of Art founded in the park in 1870. On one opening day for a new museum wing, 12,000 people showed up.

The pollution of newly invented cars, sporting activities, and city hall neglect caused the park to go into decline. Central Park rapidly became dead trees, worn-out lawns, and litter.

“The once beautiful Mall looked like a scene of a wild party the morning after.”
– The Power Broker, Robert Caro


Mayor La Guardia in 1934 asked Robert Moses to clean the park. He added a dozen ball fields, 19 playgrounds, and handball courts and restored the park to its current beauty. The 1960s saw the park become an events location – The Metropolitan Opera, the New York Philharmonic Orchestra, and Shakespeare in the Park. The 1970s saw massive concerts (Simon and Garfunkel, Elton John) and political rallies. 1980 saw 100,000 people light a candle at night to mourn the tragic death of John Lennon in what is today Strawberry Fields.

It’s strange to have seen 9/11 unfold live and Imagine all the people.


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Give Me Liberty

The Statue of Liberty was a gift from France to America in 1886 to celebrate 100 years of nationhood. On 9/11, Liberty Island closed and didn’t reopen until August 3, 2004. The statue remained closed until July 4, 2009. It took eight years for Liberty to re-open.

Technically, the Statue of Liberty is in New Jersey, not New York.

Very few people know the Statue of Liberty was actually once damaged by the Black Tom explosion – one of only three covert attacks on the US mainland in history (the other two being 9/11 and the Oklahoma bombing by Timothy McVeigh).

The explosion occurred on a nearby island in 1916. German agents blew up a munitions depot by setting fire. The impact was like an earthquake measuring 5.0 on the Richter Scale. Fragments were lodged into the Statue of Liberty, damaging the arm and skirt. The arm and torch has been closed to the public ever since.

Windows in Times Square shattered.


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Old

Revolutionary activities were held in Fraunces Tavern at Pearl and Broad Streets. Today it’s the oldest building in Manhattan. George Washington gave his farewell address in 1783 at the end of the American Revolution here.

The original house was built in 1719 and then made into a pub in 1762 where the Sons of Liberty would meet to plot revolution. The pub has taken a cannonball in 1775 and suffered numerous fires notably in 1832.

In 1975, a bomb killed four people here and injured 50. No one was prosecuted. The FALN of Puerto Rico claimed responsibility.

A few blocks away, George Washington went to St. Paul’s Chapel at 209 Broadway for his inauguration day, becoming America’s first President in 1789. Built in 1766, St. Paul’s Chapel is New York’s oldest church and continuously active public building. It’s a part of Trinity Church (at 79 Broadway) first built in 1698 and then rebuilt to completion as New York’s tallest building in 1846. Trinity housed New York’s first school which would later become Columbia University.

St. Paul’s Chapel survived the great fire of 1776 when a quarter of New York City burned down, including Trinity Church. On 9/11, the chapel had not one broken window. Somehow, while located across the street from Ground Zero, it survived as the world’s tallest buildings fell down before it.
St. Paul's Chapel, September 11, 2001 - across WTC


A sycamore tree that stood there for a century was felled in the northwest corner, and “church history declares it (St. Paul's Chapel) was spared by a miracle” of this tree protecting it. The tree’s roots have been preserved in a bronze memorial by sculptor.

This is where NYPD, NYFD, and Port Authority staff sought refuge on 9/11. This is where families of victims posted photos of their missing loved ones on the fence.

This is where Mayor Giuliani, who stood brave on 9/11 after a priest who stood next to him only moments before perished, gave his farewell speech.

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Until 9/11, New York never saw such casualties from a man-made explosion. It exceeded the casualties of the Wall Street bombing of September 16, 1920. That day, a horse drawn wagon was parked in front of the House of Morgan at 23 Wall Street, carrying time-detonated explosives. At noon it exploded. 38 people were killed and 400 were injured. This Wall Street house and symbol still carries damage from that day on its façade in defiance of those who committed the bombing.
pockmarked

A warning note was found at Cedar Street and Broadway by a mailbox, but no one was ever caught by the FBI. Italian anarchists were suspected and discrimination against immigrants from Sicily and Eastern Europe increased noticeably after the bomb. Investigators raided numerous stables…nothing was found and the file was rendered inactive in 1940.

I had friends who worked at Morgan Stanley in the WTC and a friend flying there that day. It was fortunate they weren’t there.

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SCAPEGOAT

Gotham is named after Goat-um – a village in England where townsfolk feigned madness to prevent a highway, the King’s Road from going through it.