A recent note on the Google AI blog discusses the company’s
use of a deep neural network for music recognition on mobile devices. As it
brings extreme-scale noodling (convolution) to bandwidth limited devices (smart
phones) it could be a breakthrough on par with MPEG and JPEG, which
dramatically transformed music distribution beginning in the 1990s. It’s known
as Now Playing, and it can use a sequence of embeddings that run your music
against its network and recognize the song, while conserving energy on the
device. Each embedding has 96 to 128 dimensions. An embedding threshold is
raised for obscure songs – which is the town where I live. I guess when you
look at what Google has done with Search, it shouldn’t be that surprising – but
the idea that so much of the work occurs on the Thing (device), is pretty
astounding. I asked it ‘what’s that song’
and it got it right. Slam dunk. “Ride Your Pony” by Lee Dorsey. Now, Shoot!
Shoot! Shoot! Shoot! Jack Vaughan
Jeff Hull came by recently to check Jake’s portfolio. And we kind of looked at some of Jeff's own more recent stuff together. Which is on the Web via some shows he’s had in recent years. Now I am stuck as anyone reading this will agree with words. Which provide a poor translation of what goes on in true visual art. Here goes. Jeff Hull’s paintings transcend a life time; they cut through blue paradises of art think and explode, exotic, rich and watery. The ordinary world is here, and is seen in a universe of visual indications. Cells of modern mind float on the canvas, and one painting enters another. Images flop along side stones emanating molecular progressions. Color is all over the place, and you are on a magical ride. This art is feedback music in the domain of the eyeball. The sky, the ferns the beat. I see stories. I apply cut-up technique. The stuff pops up at you in spectral neural displays. Jeff’s objects comet forth. You attach what you bring. Ferns,...
Here’s this years picks that clicked. This year I’m gonna focus on songs rather than albums. Don’t know, may have done that last year too, for that matter. As we’ve said, the industry is moving back to this idea of the single. And it is probably what people want, and what the artists are capable of. I don’t mind paying 99 cents to see if there is a there there, as for example, with JJ Cale and Eric Clapton, or Cat Ibraham Stevens or the Holy Modal Rounders meet Godzilla. But before I babble on too much … here is the List of Jack’s Best 2006. The Levee’s Gonna Break - Bob Dylan, from Modern Times Till I Gain Control Again - Van Morrison, from Pay the Devil That Kind of Fool – Jerry Lee Lewis (duet with Keith Richards), from Last Man Standing Maimed Happiness – The New York Dolls, from One Day it Will Please Us to Remember Even This This Is Us – Mark Knopfler and Emmy Lou Harris Buried Alive in the Blues – Chicago Blues Reunion, from Buried Alive in the Blues But different this yea...
How many beautiful bodies/can Dylan garner a night --/ 50 - 100? How many can James Dickey garner'/two - or three?/How do all the girls with beautiful bodies /who get aced out, for dickey or dylan feel? - Poetry & Beautiful Bodies (1970) Came to learn from Dave Murray recently that great Milwaukee poet Bob Watt died. It happened in January. It was old news to many, but it was new news to me. This set the mind neuros to popping. I think I’m going back to the time when Bob Watts’ poetry first blew my mind. I remember when I first heard Bob Watts poetry: it was sudden and familiar. Music of Milwaukee, Wisconsin, the Midwest. Most importantly it said that poetry was right here, where we were. Not far. Moreover it did not have to wear a sportscoat. One with leather elbow patches. Watt was an exterminator. On the outskirts. His obit tells us he was in the service in Japan. That gave him a jump on Zen, maybe. In a local night club, a girl got drunk/ And yelled, “I...
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