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Artistic tendencies linked to ‘schizophrenia gene’

PET scans of a schizophrenia sufferer's brain (left) and normal brain (right).

PET scans of a schizophrenia sufferer's brain (left) and normal brain (right).

New Scientist is reporting a fascinating study suggesting a statistical correlation between a gene linked to schizophrenia and creativity. The study, conducted by Szabolcs Kéri, a researcher at Semmelweis University in Budapest, Hungary:

“examined a gene involved in brain development called neuregulin 1, which previous studies have linked to a slightly increased risk of schizophrenia. Moreover, a single DNA letter mutation that affects how much of the neuregulin 1 protein is made in the brain has been linked to psychosis, poor memory and sensitivity to criticism . . .

“To determine how these variations affect creativity, Kéri genotyped 200 adults who responded to adverts seeking creative and accomplished volunteers. He also gave the volunteers two tests of creative thinking, and devised an objective score of their creative achievements, such as filing a patent or writing a book.

“People with two copies of the neuregulin 1 mutation – about 12 per cent of the study participants – tended to score notably higher on these measures of creativity, compared with other volunteers with one or no copy of the mutation. Those with one copy were also judged to be more creative, on average, than volunteers without the mutation. All told, the mutation explained between 3 and 8 per cent of the differences in creativity”.

I’m always a little sceptical of such studies, not least because of the reductive assumptions inherent in their methodology. But this research fits neatly with a number of other studies suggesting a link between mood disorders and creativity (some of which I’ve mentioned before).

You can read more at New Scientist. And while you’re there, take a minute or two to read this story about researchers turning brain scans into sound, a process which not only reveals patterns and rhythms not always visible to the eye, but also allows the “unsteady rhythms and cadences” (a lovely expression) of dysfunctions such as schizophrenia to emerge. Stranger still is the fact the music of the (hemi)spheres sounds just like early Philip Glass.
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A change is gonna come . . .

The late, great Otis Redding . . .

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On the eve of destruction . . .

Funny how the great ones never date . . .

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Some more Sam Beam

I mentioned the pride of place taken by Sam Beam’s ‘Flightless Bird, American Mouth’ in the movie of Twilight the other day. But after hearing it I went out and bought Around the Well, the new two disc set of Iron & Wine rarities. Besides coming complete with more old school tape hiss than any record deserves to have, Around the Well is what it says it is, a selection of bibs and bobs, but there are more than a few gems amidst its 23 tracks, not the least of which is this cover of New Order’s ‘Love Vigilantes’. Not what you’d call an obvious collision of aesthetics, but it works beautifully.

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Bang Bang Bang went Frankie’s Gun

I’ve come a little late to the whole Felice Brothers thing, and, if the standard line is correct, I’m only getting half the story because I haven’t seen them live, but one thing’s for sure, and that’s that these guys are something special. I picked up their self-titled debut album last Monday, and after playing it almost non-stop ever since, I still can’t stop listening to it. They might wear their influences on their sleeves (and lead singer Ian Felice sounds almost eerily like Bob Dylan) but there’s nothing derivative about their crazy, joyous, rackety energy, or the sense of history lurking in the songs. Their myspace page makes a crack about their music sounding like a barn smells, and they’re right  – it’s fantastic stuff.

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Flightless Bird

twilight-poster1So. I’m working on a piece about vampire lit for the July issue of The Australian Literary Review (the June issue of which is in tomorrow’s Australian, just btw) and as a result I’ve spent the last few weeks reading more crappy vampire novels than any sane person should have to. But having waded my way through the books I’m now having to get to work on the movies, which is why, last night, I found myself in front of Twilight.

Now even before I saw it I knew it was meant to be at least interesting, if only because it was directed by Catherine Hardwicke, who directed Lords of Dogtown and Thirteen (and who, if memory serves, was rather unceremoniously dumped off the sequel after Twilight was deemed too “arty” by the studio) but I have to say I wasn’t expecting a lot, so the reality came as something of a pleasant surprise. In fact the film itself is a bit of a treat, at least until the grinding of the plot machinery takes over in the second half. Bella and Edward are a little dull, but everyone around them is wonderful, and Hardwicke lends the otherwise fairly routine material a slightly off-kilter sweetness that’s difficult to resist. Even small scenes, such as the one in which Bella’s father introduces her to Billy and Jacob are beautifully staged and composed. Of course it all goes wrong once the plot takes over, but until then there’s a lot to like.

Less obvious is the sheer gorgeousness of the film as a film, not just in terms of its cinematography and use of location, but in terms of editing and sound and, rather more obviously, music. Rather than the bombastic rock one might have expected, Hardwicke has assembled a soundtrack built around guitar music by Carter Burwell and a collection of tracks by Paramore and Linkin Park. But pride of place in the film goes to ‘Flightless Bird, American Mouth’, the stunning closing track from Iron & Wine’s 2007 album, The Shepherd’s Dog.

I’m not sure The Shepherd’s Dog is the place to start for anyone new to Sam Beam’s very particular genius (I’d probably send a newcomer to Our Endless Numbered Days) but anyone wanting a taste of what he’s about might want to spend a moment or two listening to the live recording of ‘Flightless Bird, American Mouth’ below.

And if you’re marvelling at the beard, apparently he doesn’t like to talk about it. (Annoyingly I read something just the other day about the cultural significance of the crazy beard thing, but I can’t remember where it was, so if anyone else saw it, and knows where it was, please let me know).

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Vale Jay Bennett

jay_bennett_1243334340_crop_360x284Sad news yesterday about the death of the brilliant and multi-talented Jay Bennett. Most famous for co-writing and playing guitar on Wilco’s second, third and fourth albums, Summerteeth, Being Thereand Yankee Hotel Foxtrot, the latter part of Bennett’s career was often overshadowed by the circumstances surrounding the breakdown of his relationship with Wilco frontman, Jeff Tweedy and his subsequent dismissal from the band (a process documented in some detail in the documentary, I Am Trying to Break Your Heart.

Despite the ongoing acrimony between Bennett and Tweedy – most recently Bennett commenced proceedings against Tweedy for breach of contract (an action complemented by the incredibly sad claim that he was taking the action because he needed hip replacement surgery he could not afford) – in the years after leaving Wilco Bennett went on to record five critically acclaimed solo albums, and was apparently working on a sixth at the time of his death. And, their continuing success notwithstanding, it has been difficult not to feel his absence has robbed Wilco of the edginess that lent the pop wizardry of those earlier albums its brilliance.

Details about Bennett’s death are a little sketchy, but according to a statement issued by his friend and collaborator, Edward Burch, “Jay died in his sleep and an autopsy is being performed. The family is in mourning and is unavailable for comment at this time”. Tweedy also issued a statement, saying, “We are all deeply saddened by this tragedy. We will miss Jay as we remember him – as a truly unique and gifted human being and one who made welcome and significant contributions to the band’s songs and evolution. Our thoughts go out to his family and friends in this very difficult time”.

A couple of clips featuring Bennett from I Am Trying to Break Your Heart can be seen below, The New York Times and The Guardian both have obituaries, and in The Chicago Tribune Greg Kot has compiled a (very) brief guide to the best of Bennett’s work. Bennett’s delicate and beautiful fifth solo album, 2008’s Whatever Happened I Apologize, is also available as a free download from www.rockproper.com.

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Thunder Road

I’m not quite sure why, but for a month or so before I got sick, I’d been listening almost exclusively to Bruce Springsteen. For the most part it had been mid-period and newer material – The River, Tunnel of Love, and Magic – but then a post by Pavlov’s Cat made me pull out my copies of a pair of albums I loved when I was 19 or 20, Born to Run and The Wild, The Innocent and the E-Street Shuffle.

I know that on later albums Springsteen found a depth and a range he probably only dreamed about in those early years, but I’m not sure he ever found his way back to the sheer joy and exaltation of those first three albums, their delight in the world as they found it,. And listening to them again I’m reminded incredibly powerfully of what it was like to feel all that certainty and purity of feeling, and of the person I was when this music was my life.

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Things I’m in love with this week, part 2

I don’t know what they’re saying around the traps about Vetiver’s new album, Tight Knit, but I think it’s happiness in a box. Who ever knew a karaoke song could be so cool?

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Middle Cyclone

Here’s a little promotional video for the glorious Neko Case’s new album, Middle Cyclone.

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Dress sexy for my funeral

I was reminded today of a story a friend once told me about a funeral he attended several years ago. The deceased was only in her twenties, and had died after a long and painful battle with cancer. Despite the difficulty of her last weeks, she’d asked her family to ensure her funeral was a celebration, and more specifically, that there be singing and dancing. And so, after various bands and singers had performed, music began to play and the MC asked people to push back the seats and dance. Row by row they began to comply, uneasily at first, but gradually with more vigour. And then, without warning, her father and brothers and the other pallbearers lifted the coffin onto their shoulders and began sway through the congregation towards the door in a sort of shuffling dance, pausing now and then to dance with one person or another as they went.

For my friend, who’d known the deceased since she was a child, the experience was completely overwhelming; joyous, heartbreaking and unlike anything he’d ever felt before, so much so that even 48 hours later he was still barely able to speak about it without weeping.

Anyway, the story got me thinking. If I were to die, what would I want played at my funeral? Setting aside the many classical pieces I’d choose, what songs would sum up the way I wanted people to remember me? Would it be obvious things like Bob Dylan’s ‘Knocking on Heaven’s Door’? Or less obvious things like ‘Somewhere’, from West Side Story or ‘Our Time’ from Merrily We Roll Along? Would it be ‘Bridge Over Troubled Water’ or ‘Mrs Robinson’? Otis Redding doing ‘A Change is Gonna Come’ or The Flaming Lips doing ‘Do You Realize?’ Nick Cave’s ‘Into My Arms’? The Beach Boys’ ‘God Only Knows’? The possibilities are almost endless.

And so, as an exercise, I tried compiling a list of five songs:

The Rolling Stones, ‘You Can’t Always Get What You Want’
Elton John, ‘Rocket Man’
Louis Armstrong ‘What a Wonderful World’
Lou Reed, ‘Satellite of Love’
Perry Como, ‘Moon River’

It’s not definitive, but it’s not a bad start. So I was wondering: do other people have playlists prepared for their own demise? And if they do, what are they?

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(Apologies for the crappo video but it was the best I could find).

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Music for dummkopfs? What your musical tastes say about your IQ.

In a startlingly unscientific but highly amusing piece of research, US student Virgil Griffith has correlated Facebook entries with SAT scores in an attempt to establish whether musical taste is a predictor of intelligence (or vice-versa). And the results? Well, if you’re a fan of Beethoven, or the classier end of indie, chances are you’re smart. And if you like L’il Wayne or Beyonce (or jazz, heh heh) you’re probably not the sharpest tool in the box.

Read more at news.com.au.

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Do you realize?

yoshimiWho says Okies are backwards? Today’s Entertainment Weekly reports:

“Wonderfully weird rockers the Flaming Lips have been given their home state’s ultimate seal of approval: The song ‘Do You Realize’ (from the band’s 2002 opus Yoshimi Battles the Pink Robots) has been named Oklahoma’s Official State Rock Song. (Its main state song remains Rogers & Hammerstein’s musical-theater behemoth ‘Oklahoma’; there are also sanctioned picks for folk, children, and country-western songs.)” (Read more)

Now from my point of view it sounds like a pretty sensible choice – if you were to make a shortlist of songs that make me happy every time I hear them the bittersweet ‘Do You Realize’ would be right at the top – but an officially sanctioned state song? I know the Americans have a long history of using popular music in a political context, but it still doesn’t sound very rock and roll to me.

But it did make me wonder. If the Australian Parliaments were to start choosing state songs, what would they be? Paul Kelly’s ‘Adelaide’? The Go-Betweens ‘Cattle and Cane’ or ‘The Streets of Your Town’? ‘From St Kilda to Kings Cross’? ‘Flame Trees’? And what would the dead hand of official approval mean for songs so deeply ingrained in the Australian consciousness? Would it rob them of their magic? Or would nobody even notice?

Anyway, here’s the Flaming Lips on Letterman:

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Things I’m in love with this week

Thing #1: M. Ward’s new album, Hold Time. The thing’s an absolute joy.

And there’s a nice little interview with the man himself in The Guardian.

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Jenny Lewis and The Watson Twins

Ah, Jenny Lewis. The last Rilo Kiley album might have been a bit crap (and I’d be lying if I said Acid Tongue really set my world on fire) but I’d forgive almost anything for More Adventurous. And then there’s this wonderful video of ‘Rise up with Fists’, from Rabbit Fur Coat (for what it’s worth, I think the crappy lip-sync is deliberate) . . .
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