Twenty-thirteen.

Another year to review, for no one’s benefit except my own really.  I’ll try to keep this brief.

This has been the year of Making A Record The Serious Way.  At the end of last year, I knew I had an album’s worth of material, my strongest yet, and I wanted to take a stab at Doing It Right.  Well, you know.   It’s all I’ve been talking about all year: mastering, crowdfunding, vinyl, videos, promotion, the whole nein.  There’s still a couple months left of all this business leading up to the RECORD RELEASE SHOW ON FEBRUARY 19!!!!!!  …But since we’re reflecting now, I’m gonna just go ahead and say, I don’t know if it’s worth it.

What I mean by ‘it’ is going super hard on the ‘business’ end of music and not hard enough on the music end.  Folks, I have been mostly unemployed for most of the past year, and let me tell you, it is trivially easy to make music your full-time job and forget to make music.  Of course there’s always more you can do on either end, but what I missed the most over this past year was touring–lord but I love traveling and seeing friends and playing music every goddamn night, what could be better really–and writing songs.

I will say that I was pleased and gratified that I was able to perform pretty regularly throughout the year as a result of being asked to join many bills.  It’s easy to lose sight of what I’ve ‘built’ over the past five years in this local scene, because it’s not something I can point to or touch, but I guess it really is the relationships, huh?  Aw, come here, alla youse, group hug group hug.

But I did write half a dozen songs, which I guess after the past five years or so of keeping track appears to be my low-water mark.  I can live with that.  Here they are, in order of appearance:

  1. Fledgling Feeling (A Lone Damn Tin Piranha)
  2. Lullaby (for Fynn) – I wrote this for my dear old friend Robyn on the occasion of her son’s birth.  Hadn’t really thought of it as a public offering, but I performed it at my last show to fairly good response, so maybe that’ll be a thing..?
  3. Servant Wedding – In which I paraphrase (plagiarize) a lovely speech my friend gave at his wedding about spoon rings and love as resistance.  Haven’t gone public with this one yet, but sometime soon perhaps.
  4. Tinder
  5. The Anti-Capitalist’s Guide To Getting It On
  6. David

I got a couple irons in the fire, also, but maybe those’ll make a nice head start in the new year.

Anyway, when I say “I don’t know if it’s worth it”, don’t think I mean I regret it or anything.  Just figuring it all out, y’know?  And *certainly* don’t think I’m not totally stoked for my ALBUM RELEASE FEBRUARY 19!!!!!!!111!!!  Because I am.

So yeah, goals for 2014, pretty simple really:

  1. Put out this goddamn album.
  2. Go on a gaddamn tour.
  3. Write at least six (maybe twelve?) gaddumn songs.
  4. Fucking A, put out another thing, why not?  There has, in fact, been talk of a split cassette with some of my fav indie artists.

Cheers, folks.

Album Review: Rin Tin Tiger, “Splinter Remedies”

After being hell of broke for hell of long, I finally scraped together enough coins last week to download Rin Tin Tiger’s new full-length disc Splinter Remedies, which came out at the end of August. I think I’ve put it on at least once every day since then.

When I first saw the emo-folk duo Westwood & Willow that would grow into Rin Tin Tiger a few years back, I was struck right away by their acerbic attitude, obvious musicianship and sharp songcraft. But things really started to get interesting when Mr. Andrew added his give-no-fucks garage rock drumming into the mix; suddenly there was this powerhouse of a band, all shouting and playing the shit out of their instruments and generally making way more of a racket than an acoustic guitar-fronted three-piece has any business doing.

Rin Tin Tiger grew up a lot on this record. Though always clever and self-aware, there was a note of angst in some of the band’s early material like “Red Pony” and “Ghost Door” that’s now been tempered with some good old-fashioned cynicism. “Go on now, leave me with bad feelings, and we’ll both get some good writing done,” shrugs frontman Kevin in the rollicking Piedmont-picking folk singalong “Aluminum”.

Splinter Remedies accomplishes that enviable, paradoxical feat of asserting a band’s voice more confidently by actually tackling more styles, not less.  The band gets positively raucous on numbers like “Michelangelo” and “Precaution”, with Sean’s throbbing, asymmetric bass lines and Andrew’s rabid-hound thrashing underscoring stark, deranged lyrics reminiscent of At The Drive In.  And while RTT has always traded in the blues, most notably on the song “Toxic Pocketbook”, they sink even deeper into that cool mud with “Waterfront Blues”, which contains some of Kevin’s most biting lyrics to date: “I’ll pay a handsome ransom to retrieve that hostage sense of myself…I’m tired of making you come.”  Yet their familiar ground of countrified crooning is firmer than ever beneath their feet on such tearjerkers as “Haunted Now” and “Suffer No More”.

It’s my feeling that even some of the most beloved albums are weighed down a little by at least a song or two that just isn’t up to snuff (see: Radiohead, “Bones”).  But while I’ve got my favorite moments, I wouldn’t call any of the twelve songs on Splinter Remedies duds.  Besides having eclectic, interesting tunes, with all three members exploring the full melodic, rhythmic and textural palettes of their respective instruments (and all being fine singers to boot), Rin Tin Tiger seems to have achieved the power trio equivalent of using every part of the slaughtered beast.  I’ll leave it to them to divulge who’s the skull, the horns or the bladder.

You can stream and download Splinter Remedies here.

Hey, who want to be in / help make a music video?

We’re making a video for the new record (actually a couple, hopefully).  Do you wanna be in it?  Or give a hand?

Things I’m looking for:

  • people who can lend costume elements, including hats, ties, glasses and blazers
  • people who can stand around looking cool in the background (for female-identified folks, looking cool in drag)

This would be all volunteer, but I’d feed you and give you a free copy of the new record. Likely shooting date is still TBD, but probably about a month from now.

Interested? Message me at shareef@shareefali.com, and I’ll tell you more of the deets!

Campaign is over!

Hey folks. My Indiegogo campaign is officially over! This’ll be my last note on it. I just wanna say thanks to EVERYONE, not just folks who donated, but everyone who blasted the campaign out to their circles, everyone who encouraged or congratulated me, and everyone who just put up with having that in their social media stream 24/7.

As an anti-capitalist, it seems to me that there are few relations that are more fraught than asking for or being asked for money. The fact that we need this invention to pursue creative projects, but we also need it to eat, to keep a roof over our heads, to pay off our debts, and this leads to uncomfortable, unresolvable comparisons about who ‘deserves’ to have money. In the world I dream of and fight for, we would all have the things we need and deserve to survive AND lead rich, fulfilling lives, and not one of those things would be money.

But in this world, I recognize that scraping together a chunk of cash for a friend, comrade or new acquaintance and trusting that they’ll use it to create something meaningful and true is really a profoundly generous act. I am deeply touched and humbled by all of you, and I don’t take a single cent for granted.

Also, I promise not to do this again for AT LEAST three years.

Campaign 60% funded! Just 5 days left!

Hi folks,

The crowdfunding campaign to fund the release of A Place to Remember the Dead is almost over!  All in all, it’s been a very gratifying, touching, humbling experience.  Thank you so much to everyone who’s helped out.

Right now, we’re sitting at 60% funded, with four days left on the clock.  It’s not an all-or-nothing campaign; I’ll still get the money raised even if we don’t reach 100%.  I’m prepared to adjust my budget and goals for this release based on that, but I’m still hopeful that we can make it here in the last couple days.  Also, Indiegogo takes a smaller cut if you meet your target, so I’d really like to do that to maximize the value of everyone’s contributions.

Please check it out if you haven’t yet!  Remember that for donations of $5, $10, giving is essentially like pre-ordering the album, except you actually get the digital download months in advance of the official release.  Thanks everyone!!

<3

Shareef

Indiegogo campaign is now up!

Dear blog readers,

Gosh, I’d meant to post something here last Friday when the campaign went live, but you know how it goes.  Anyway, I’m thrilled to report that as of this writing, we’re already more than 21% funded! :D

There’s a whole pitch on the campaign page, but the long and short of it is that I’m incredibly proud of this record (you knew that already) and I’d be thrilled and gratified if you helped out at any level (probably knew that too).

Also note that any donation of $5 or up has a reward of an advance digital download.  Basically it’s kind of like pre-ordering the album, but better, because you get to hear it months in advance of the ‘official’ release.

Thanks folks!

 

Any comrades wanna sing on my song about J28?

Hey everyone,

So I’ve been in the studio recording for my next full-length album for a few weeks now, and am probably overdue for an update on how that’s all going.  But there’s a more immediate thing I wanna tell you about first, and potentially get some of y’all involved in.

As you probably know, I was involved in the Occupy Oakland action and mass arrest that happened on January 28 of last year, and I wrote a song about it.  You can hear a live version of it here, and read the lyrics at the bottom of this post (obvious trigger warning for the events of that day, and police repression generally).  This is definitely a stand-up-fight-back kind of song, so I’d like to invite comrades, radicals, anyone involved in the struggle to be a part of the recording that we’re about to make.

What this will basically entail is showing up this Tuesday afternoon at 3 PM to Shipwreck Studio in Oakland, all standing in a room together, and singing/shouting along to some parts of the song.  Definitely the last verse, maybe some other lines here and there too.  In the final mix your own individual voice won’t really be distinguishable, it’ll just sound like a crowd.  The whole process will probably take a few hours.

Other things to note: I can’t pay you.  I do intend to make the song available for free download, as I did with the first song I wrote about Occupy, “Witness”, but it will also be included on my album, which I will be selling (but also giving away a lot, as I tend to do).

Anyway, if you’re interested and available, I would love for people to be involved in the archiving of this song.  Email me at shareef at shareefali dot com.  The only preparation is to listen to the song once or twice with the words; it has changed a little since the live recording above, but I’ll send a more current version once we’re confirmed.

Excited to share this with you.

Shareef

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“Stone’s Throw (J28)”

“The fight is dead,” the riot cop said as he sat me on the curb
with my cramping wrists, piss and apple cider vinegar.
Though I’m trembling still, from nerves and chill, I will have to call your bluff
if you think you can stop this struggle with a pair of ziptie cuffs.

A clear sky storm of flash-bangs, beanbags, hazy and surreal;
a scarlet letter spray-painted on a makeshift trashcan shield.
But they tossed our stuff before they loaded us on a stolen public bus:
goggles and a spray bottle, the only LAW I trust.

They held us twenty to a tank of cold concrete and steel,
where you’ll lose your mind trying to keep time by counting orange peels.
I don’t know which is worse, missing the warm bath of daylight,
or waking every hour to the same fluorescent night.

I got released to a fast food feast on the front steps of the jail,
but we know our work ain’t finished until we empty every cell.
So you can ban us from the Plaza, stay away from City Hall,
but sure as we burned that flag, that edifice is gonna fall!

So we rage on like a Greece fire, I heard they torched a bank today.
And we raise a fist to Cairo, we’re just a stone’s throw away.
If you’ve got a pot to piss in, don’t be afraid to call it black,
or you’ll never break the kettle and take your city back.

Praise!

I’m in the process of transferring things over to my newly redesigned site on WordPress, and so two of my bits of ‘praise’ that are preserved in the form of screenshots need to find a home here.  So, reliving past glories, here’s the time Amanda Palmer retweeted my Occupy song (hilarious mentions before and after left in, of course):

amandapalmerRT

 

And here’s some sweet words that Pete Kane said about the Folksonomy on the MSN Postbox blog (which honestly is awful and completely unviewable, let alone permalink-able):

msn

Too late for a New Year / 2012 retrospective post? Too bad.

I’m writing this from my friend’s laundry room in Oklahoma City.  I’m in the midst of a slow drive from St. Louis back to Oakland, so it’s been great to see friends but difficult to find downtime to write.

Twenty-twelve.  What a year.

Most of all, this past year was marked by politics, a shift that had begun with my involvement with Occupy in the fall of 2011 but has since deepened into a more serious devotion to radical change.  Of course there was no one moment, but probably the single most catalytic step was J28: my arrest, recovery and reflection, and recommitment to the struggle.  As I’ve continued down this road, I’ve found a new circle of friends and comrades who are on the same path that I am, though some further ahead.  I’m incredibly enriched and gratified to know that I’m part of a heritage of folks fighting for justice and liberation.  Most of all, I want to shout out to my dear friend Brian Belknap, whose experience and wisdom has been a huge inspiration on this journey.

(Here I’m gonna do that thing you should never do and give a disclaimer.  At the height of the Occupy movement, I was blogging regularly, seeing myself as some kind of arsehole citizen documentarian.  I haven’t gone back and reread many of these entries, but I’m certain that they’re riddled with naivete and contradiction.  But I’ve left them up, partly for transparency’s sake, but mostly because I think they may actually have some value as a real-time record of one stumbling into radical politics.)

I also got married this year, which surprised no one but was more delightful than expected.  I turned thirty, and promptly gained thirty pounds, which might have something to do with the fact that I also retired from vegetarianism after nine years (if you think I feel like telling you why right now, think again).

As for my music goals.

I had my second most prolific year yet as a songwriter (after 2010), and I daresay that some of them are my best yet.  Which I say every year!  I know I’m on the verge of sounding obnoxiously perky, but I feel like I have every reason to believe my best is still ahead of me, and I feel very thankful for that.

Here’s the list:

  1. Stone’s Throw (#J28)
  2. Nancy (Death To Capital)
  3. Fashion Survivor
  4. Claire, Luz, Light
  5. There’s A Reason To My Rage, There’s A Folly To My Fear
  6. Suffer Song
  7. I Want To Kiss Death
  8. Reno
  9. Marigny Love Song

Six of these will be on the new album!  More on that in a little bit.

—–

(continuing writing from Austin, TX)

I did two Northwest tours this year.  I’m starting to get into the rhythm of working that circuit every six months or so.  I also played awesome one-off shows in New Orleans and St. Louis.

Not least of all, I got myself fired from a job I had grown to hate, and have been happier ever since!

Okay.  Now I really have just one goal for the year.  And that’s to record a new full-length album, the best one yet, and to do a really, really good promotion for its release in the fall.

It’s hard to convey how excited I am about this.  I think I’ve got a more consistent body of great songs ready to lay down than I have ever before.  And the arrangements I’ve been playing with over the past year, with Maia Papaya on upright bass and vocals, or Brian on lap steel, are I think at just the right level for these tunes.  They add a great deal of richness and soul without covering up the song.  Not least of all, I’m planning to take my time with the recording process, not rush anything, and even spring for mastering.  Shoot, maybe I should put this mug out on vinyl, for all that…

This is the first time I’m not trying to rush a record out the door, in time for tour, for a farewell show, etc.  I love the last three records I (and the Folksonomy) have put out, but there are of course moments that could have been better executed, as there always will be.  But I do have the luxury this time of minimizing them by having time to reflect.  And on the promotion end, I can really give myself a good six months or so to put together a really solid campaign and make the biggest splash possible.

Oh, I guess I do have other goals too, like exercising and being a good stay-at-home partner and of course continuing to tour the Northwest and such.  But this is the main one, I really am itching to share this record with you.  I think it’s gonna be so good!  With all that ahead of me, I’m really just itching to get back to the Bay and dig in.  But right now I’m gonna go explore Austin.

xoxo

Shareef Ali

Why I’m Not Voting For Obama

I won’t be voting for Barack Obama on Election Day.  In writing this I don’t expect to persuade anyone to do the same, but I do want to talk about my reasons.  There have been a few good pieces written along these lines, and I won’t add much that hasn’t been said already.  But I think it’s important for this piece to get written as many times as possible.

First off: I was a huge Obama supporter in 2008.  Probably as enthusiastic as you can be without being a major donor or actually working for the campaign.  I read both The Audacity Of Hope and Dreams From My Father, and was deeply moved by the latter (which I still hold to be a beautifully written and candid account of an individual’s search for their heritage—notably, an individual who had yet to run for any political office).  There were a number of his campaign promises that sounded good on their face to me, and a number of troubling positions and aspects of his record that I mostly turned a blind eye towards; ultimately, I did what many people do, and decided whom to support based on how much I felt like I related to the candidate.  I had Obama stickers on my car, mentioned him in a song, and traveled to Nevada for three weekends in September and October to canvass for the Democratic ticket in the Reno metro area.  When he won, I shared in the revelry.

Though I’m slightly embarrassed now by the uncritical loyalty I exhibited at that time, I can’t say I regret it, any more than I regret the romance I began with a fellow Obama campaign volunteer—and that for months I tried to save, before finally accepting the irreconcilable differences.  As with that relationship, there was disillusionment by degrees, and though I’ll never go back, I can still relate to the person I was at the beginning, with my wishful thinking, good faith and best intentions.  I think people like that are the folks that we radicals need to be talking to and making our case.

So I am limiting my intended audience for this piece to those people.  Folks who may have supported Obama in the past, who are disappointed and disgusted with this administration, but feel like they have to pull the lever for him anyway.  Folks who genuinely believe that choosing the Lesser of Two Evils is their only option.  I’ve come to believe that not only do we have other options, but that lesser-evil thinking is an insidious trap that ties our hands against building towards real change.

Before we begin, there are two defenses of Obama that I reject outright and refuse to debate.  The first is that there’s a meaningful difference between what he and his administration do and what he “wants to do”.  There is no way to know with any accuracy what distance might lie between the man’s private values and his marching orders, but it’s irrelevant anyhow: when we are talking about policy choices that have the power to save or end lives, there is only the deed.  The other is the trope that Obama has done “the best he can do” with a hostile Republican Congress.  Only a person ignorant of Obama’s actual record could credulously assert this; these people need to educate themselves, but that’s not my goal here today.

My disillusionment with Obama began with his extension of the Bush tax cuts, deepened when he put Social Security and Medicare on the bargaining table; but the assassination of Anwar and Abdulrahman al-Awlaki was the final straw for me.  I remember I was at the first day of Occupy Austin when another protester told me about this; jaded though I already was, it sounded so insane to me that I assumed he was paranoid and delusional.  But the timing was serendipitous; at just the moment when my willingness to uneasily fall in line broke, the Occupy movement erupted and created the space for me to break from the Democratic Party and know I was not alone in my conscientious objection.  Once I had accepted and grieved my long-misplaced faith, I found there were many facts about Obama that I could face with much less cognitive and moral dissonance.

Most of my liberal and progressive friends will agree Obama has done some terrible things, but maintain that however bad Obama has been or might become, his opponent will be significantly worse.   A corollary of this is that there is a way to ‘strategically’ support Obama’s reelection, ostensibly to create conditions within the system that will respond more favorably to agitation from without.

The first idea, that a Republican administration will always be so much more odious than a Democratic one that the latter must be supported, has an apparently simple proof in contrasting the campaign rhetoric of the candidates.  But there’s actually no way to assert this with honest certainty.  Besides the fact that campaigns by design highlight difference and erase agreement, there’s the simple matter that we don’t actually have a time machine, dimensional jumper or any other device that would let us see just how abysmal the alternate reality would have been.  We don’t and can’t know, for instance, whether President John McCain would have dramatically increased the number of drone strikes and deportations of undocumented folks.  It’s possible, but it’s also possible—if we believe Obama’s own line of criticism from 2008—that McCain would have been exactly the same on these two issues as his predecessor: a pitiful standard to hold, but one of which Obama still falls objectively and significantly short.

The second part, the notion that we can support Obama at the ballot box and then resist him in the streets—that we can choose an easier opponent, in other words—undermines itself.  When you disapprove of someone’s positions, but ‘strategically’ support them anyway, you have just incentivized their impunity.  This is even truer when we fail to hold someone to account for their actual record, which in Obama’s case includes a zeal for popular repression that cannot be blamed on external pressures.  In this instance at least, we cannot choose a less powerful opponent, because they are empowered by the choosing itself.

Whether you believe that meaningful social or political change can come from the Democrats, from an Independent of some stripe, or from the State not at all: why would any politician do right if they don’t believe they have anything to lose?  Right now the Democratic Party is like the smug merchant whose price is firm because nobody is walking away.

The most compelling argument I’ve heard to continue to support Obama in spite of his transgressions has come from friends who have experienced some direct personal benefit as a result of his policies.  Namely, I know a number of folks whose own or loved one’s medical care has been provided or preserved by some aspect of the Affordable Care Act.  These cases are not insignificant, and I’m not indifferent to them.  Whether right or wrong, I feel somewhat bound by decency not to challenge too forcefully these folks’ decision to support Obama.

But I also won’t be bullied into allowing their experience to trump any other consideration or misgiving.  As one such person wrote on Facebook:   “[If] you plan to vote for anyone other than the incumbent presidential candidate in November, you are pissing me right the fuck off, and here’s why. If your fuckery gets the Republican candidate elected in November, this is what it will cost me, personally.”  Here’s the problem with that.  Your life may have been positively affected by this administration, but there are also other folks whose lives have been ruined by it.  Would you make the same zealous demand of someone whose spouse or parent had been deported?  In fact, why limit it to people residing in the United States: why should I value your prosperity or suffering more than the thousands of Afghans, Pakistanis and other peoples who are terrorized and murdered by U.S. drones every day?  And if I’m responsible for your and your family’s hardship if Obama loses, how are you not responsible for all of their woe if he wins?  I’m sorry, but you don’t get to shame me about the blood that will be on my hands if Romney is elected, then shrug off your complicity in Obama’s warmongering as tragic but unavoidable.

Then there’s the argument from urgency: that the stakes are too high in this election to embark on a long-term project of changing the political playing field.  That this claim has been made in every presidential election I’ve participated in (and for a long time before then) is telling, but I was still given pause to consider it anew in light of the threat of global ecological catastrophe.  Still, it only takes Googling the words “Keystone XL” to disabuse yourself of any notion that voting for Obama is any sort of serious approach to averting that disaster.

Ultimately, I’ll concede that Obama and other Democrats are, on a number of issues, slightly less evil than Republicans.  But just because they aren’t exactly the same doesn’t mean they’re not a part of the same rotten system.  If the Dems weren’t noticeably more palatable to certain conscientious voters, they wouldn’t be an effective pressure release valve for public outrage.  At my previous tutoring job (and, I’m sure, at virtually all jobs working with children), we had a trick-bag of “behavior modifications” to keep the student engaged in the task.  One of the simplest and most effective of these was to give them a “forced choice”, where either option was suitable to me.  “Would you rather spell five words, or ten?”  Either way, I achieved my goal.  In fact, sometimes five words was all I wanted them to do anyway.  So when the same person as above angrily charged that I was “playing right into the GOP electoral strategy”, I have to counter that they might be playing into the ruling class’ governance strategy.

It’s often claimed that voting Independent, or refusing to vote for any of the candidates in the field, is a purely symbolic act.  Nothing could be further from the truth.  If we have any ability to influence our elected officials (a premise well worth debating, but most defenses of Obama presume this as well), that power must stem from a credible threat of withholding material support.  And so I must be honest with you and say that even if I lived in swing state, I would not vote for Obama: not just in spite of the fact that it could hurt his reelection chances, but because of it.  The better to transmit my message: I’m not fucking around.

Being as I am still relatively new to radical left politics, I’ll decline to opine at this time what role electoral politics should play in the struggle for justice and liberation, if any.  I don’t expect that everyone will reach the same ideological conclusions I have, but I do have hope that we can see this rigged game for what it is.  As long as we continue to support agents of this system who perpetrate the very oppression we struggle against, we’ll keep playing ourselves.

Because when it comes to who we pull the lever for, it doesn’t matter what’s in our hearts, any more than it matters whether Obama really wants deep down when he bargains with Social Security or authorizes a drone strike.  As with him, so with us: there is only the deed.