Algorithms and Hive Brain

I'm convinced my iPod can read my mind.
(Yeah, I'm back on this, maybe I should finish that dumb story over this long holiday weekend.)

I don't know exactly how the shuffle algorithm works, my guess is that it gives weight to artists/songs that are frequently listened to. Maybe songs that I skip get a negative weight to them. Beyond all that though, I think it knows me.

I was just listening to Living for the City by Stevie Wonder and thinking about how my friend B.'s band used to cover that song. And how B. liked to sing that the legs beneath sister's short skirt were pretty rather than sturdy.

Next song up?
A recording of I Dreamed I Saw St. Augustine/Too Far Gone/Tomorrow is a Long, Long Time that my friend B. made in college. It was not his band, just him so the iPod didn't see two artists who did Living in the City and pulled a different song by the second artist.

I need to do a research project on the Shuffle. Luckily, a quick Google search of "ipod shuffle algorithm" reveals a whole slew of sites by math and computer science dorks who know a lot more about this stuff than me. They all seem more interested in randomness and whether all songs will be played before one song will be played twice. I have not seen anything yet about the development over time of human-iPod hive mind communication though. I'm going to send my iPod mental hints to load the Odetta, Nick Drake and Elvis covers of Tomorrow is a Long Time. I love the Rod Stewart and feel a "compare-athon" coming on. According to Wikipedia there are also covers by Harry Belafonte, Nickel Creek, Dion, Chris Hillman, Ian and Sylvia, Joan Baez,The Kingston Trio,Sandy Denny, Danielle Howle, The Silkie, Nationalteatern, Rosalie Sorrels, Judy Collins, Dream City Film Club, and The Black Family.

Just Because a Record has a Groove

I’m not one of those people who remembers their mother standing over the crib and shaking a rattle. I don’t remember much before 1977 and by that time I was seven years old. If I try hard, I can remember things and put them on the timeline before that, but it takes a lot of effort. ‘Me’ as I know me started when I was seven.

The years before that are a blur; I have a vague, happy feeling about the time with nothing to grab onto. I’m sure I heard a lot of music during that time; I remember Motown and classic rock on the radio of my Dad’s Blue Chevy Blazer. And I still have Vol. 1 of The Wonderful World of Disney Music I got as a Christmas gift sometime after 1972.

“24 Complete Songs! 6 Long-Playing Records! Be sure to get Volumes 1 and 2!” (I blame this early childhood box set pushing for making me agonize over spending money I don’t have on Neil Young Archives Vol. 1 1963-72 and the remastered Beatles box set.)

But my real life in music started with a race at the Sheet Metal Workers Union Picnic and a trip to Chatham Plus. Until I was seven, the Union Picnic was mostly about eating as much boiled sweet corn slathered in butter that my mom would let me get my hands on. But that year, the picnic was about the thrill of victory. I’d entered a girls' race and won. First prize …. record player! The case was covered in mustard-yellow, calico vinyl.

I spent hours listening to my Disney records and the 45s I shared with my sister that were put out by Peter Pan, Cricket and Robin Hood labels. I’m fairly certain my parents didn’t let me get my candy covered hands on their records but, not too long after the big race, my mom let me pick out my first ever grown up record during a shopping trip to Chatham Plus: Stevie Wonder’s Sir Duke.

Chatham Plus was a precursor to the mega stores like Wal*Mart, Meijer, and Target. Places with groceries, clothing, record departments, wrapping paper, garden supplies, tampons and car parts all in one big store. The big thrill for me was the conveyor belt check out system. I'm not exactly sure how it worked, but my memory is that you loaded all your stuff onto the belt at the back of the store and then picked it up, bagged and ready, at the front cashier.

The Sir Duke label didn't have kiddie cartoon characters on it, just brown and mustard yellow paper (it matched the record player!), the TAMLA logo, and a world globe. I sang the lyrics over and over and had no idea who Basie, Miller, Satchmo, or the king of all Sir Duke were. It was years before I heard a voice like Ella’s ringing out. But I sang and danced and clapped my hands and felt that song all over. I still do more than 30 years later and, even though I've never won another race in my life, Sir Duke has been on every playlist I've made to listen to while running.