Some Books For Your Trip to the Beach and Why the iPhone is Killing Music

If I were to go out today and buy the latest iPhone, the one with a 32gb capacity, I could travel with an untold amount of music files; days and days worth in fact. The mobile ubiquity of music [NB: not as in the cloud] creates a post-music dilemma for me – i.e, too much choice. As a voracious collector of songs in digital format, as opposed to vinyl albums the tactile carrier of choice for me, I stress out over what songs to play. I could use the shuffle option, I know, but then I worry about what’s coming next and how it might affect the atmosphere or my mood. [As I write this I am listening to the Fever Ray album, the intensity and mood of which seems ominously perfect for writing this piece.]

I suspect the iPhone as iPod is killing music.

I can’t listen to music when I am reading a book – on the other hand the New York Times on Sunday can be accompanied by any music, although I rule out jazz in an effort to avoid becoming a living cliché. [Philosophical note re that last phrase to be explored later - Life is already too dull to fall into that trap.] What this ruminating boils down to is that I realize I’m living in a personal post-music period. Note that I say personal, I don’t expect anyone to follow me here; I also never watch television and I’ll bet that many thousands of readers of this blog do.

I love a good book.

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My faith in a hardback book of roughly 350 pages is unshakeable. Unlike music the book author’s territory is ours to share and inhabit, to walk around, upon and through, allowing us to imagine beyond the words and also allowing us to add our own images – what Simon Schama might call Landscape And Memory. In very rare instances I can do this with a singer’s lyrics. Thom Yorke’s lyrics are as inscrutable as they come, while the line from Jimi Hendrix’ Purple Haze “Excuse me while I kiss the sky” where “kiss the sky” was scrambled by many into “kiss this guy,” proves only that every album should have a lyric sheet. Unfortunately the inclusion of a lyric sheet breaks a song’s spell – Thom Yorke’s lyrical meanderings and mutterings are a huge part of the Radiohead musical landscape but I never want to see them written down.

Roy Christopher, writer and thinker, reaches out to folks like myself to supply him with our reading lists for his annual Summer Reading List, a list that is gently highbrow without that word’s accompanying haughtiness. It’s a delight for me to not only be involved but to see what folks such as David Silver, professor of media studies at the University of San Francisco, or Joshua Gunn are reading.

The books that I list below makes me realize that I am dwelling on apocalypse; all of them are 9/11 related and one of them, John Gray’s “Al Qaeda And What It Means To Be Modern” published in 2002, is so terrifyingly prescient about last year’s global economic collapse that it borders on the uncanny – I’m not joking when I say that Marx and Engels need to be re-read and studied hard for clues to the current financial meltdown.

Try to enjoy your summer.

Falling Man by Don DeLillo
Al Qaeda And What It Means To Be Modern by John Gray
Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close: A Novel by Jonathan Safran Foer
Netherland (Vintage Contemporaries) by Joseph O’Neill

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