Oct 13 2006

A legal compromise on copyright: it's time again.

Free Culture just announced its winners for an anti-DRM video contest. For my mother: DRM, or digital rights management, is a collective term for measures that restrict the use of digital products—everything from the little tab on a VHS tape that keeps you from recording it to another tape, to computer programs embedded in a music file that “phone home” to its manufacturer to determine if the listener is violating its terms of use. DRM can limit the number of times a CD can be copied. It can force a DVD to work on only in a DVD player sold in the United States. It can allow a song file to play on your computer but not in your iPod. It can delete a TV show from your computer after an amount of time you have no control over. Or, if badly executed, can destroy your computer altogether.

DRM was created to combat copyright infringement, which it does, but poorly. Just like popping the tab off that VHS tape, a person can circumvent every kind of DRM with a little creativity and patience. The lucrative arms race to create unbreakable DRM, however, has led content providers to radically redefine what it means to “own” a piece of writing, music, or video, as illustrated in this Free Culture contest-winning video:

In their vigilance to combat copyright infringement, content providers created a cultural regression: for the first time, content that you purchased legally has had some of its fair legal uses stripped away. An example: just as it is legal to record a TV show on your VCR in your living room and watch it later with a VCR in your bedroom, it is legal to buy a song online and burn it to a CD—who wouldn’t want to listen to that same song in their car and not just on that one computer? But with DRM, that’s not possible. In the name of protecting copyright, a fair, legal use of a thing you own has been negated. Content providers are protecting their value in the product at the expense of yours, in some cases breaking your hardware or violating your privacy to do it.

The common response to this situation is, well, the rules of the game have changed in the digital era—yes, the value of the album I bought is lessened, but I’m happy to pay less for it in the first place. That’s how the economy works.

True, but culture doesn’t work that way, nor do the necessities of, you know, being human and needing to express yourself or listen to and share someone else’s expression. The use of DRM presumes that there are content providers and individual consumers (or “end users”). This has never been the case with art. Indeed there are providers—musicians, painters, photographers, and the thousands of varieties of distributors. But the consumer of art is not an individual; it has always been a group. Name a favorite song that you haven’t wanted to share and, doing so, didn’t find immensely more meaningful, more valuable? Subversion of this fact of life is the essence of DRM. It is the artillery in a war on community, a war waged explicitly upon the simple act of sharing. Again, as a Free Culture award-winning video demonstrates:

The History, and Future, of Copyright

What we have is a classic battle over the definition of copyright, one that goes back at least as far as the eighteenth century. My girlfriend just shared an excellent essay with me on the history of copyright (“Literary Property Determined” by Mark Rose) that covers how the English and Scottish created the modern concept of copyright—that creators own the right to produce and profit from their creations for the length of their life plus a number of years (at first thirty). The original English system granted copyright in perpetuity: Shakespeare held the copyright to his own works, for example, and his descendents inherited it, allowing, say, the words to Macbeth to be, in essence, physical property to be passed down or sold.

Meanwhile, in Scotland, upstart printers working under Scottish law were reprinting Shakespeare’s works and selling them back into the English market, like bootlegging movies today, but legal. Scottish law held writing to be common, in the public domain, immediately. Drawn-out court battles ensued, resulting not in a final, logical, immutable decision from the bench but in the compromise we live with today—copyright lasts the life of the work’s creator plus a (theoretically) fixed amount of time. The compromise came about simply because, in the legal system, the argument was intractable. The English and Scots just wanted a decision so they could get back to business.

In other words, copyright has never been something somehow built into natural law, like the rights to life and liberty. Its insoluble nature necessitates a negotiation between interested parties, one that allows profit and culture to coexist, and in fact to drive one another.

It’s Time for a New Compromise

A new compromise would require a major change in the point of view of content producers, namely, to admit that conversation is king, not content. As Cory Doctorow wrote the other day:

If I sent you to a desert island and gave you the choice of taking your friends or your movies, you’d choose your friends — if you chose the movies, we’d call you a sociopath. Conversation is king. Content is just something to talk about.

It’s a hard thing to wrap your head around if your job depends on profiting off discrete things like e-books or iTunes downloads. But profit on cultural goods in the digital era, as it did in years past, depends upon creating a community of users, people enthusiastic about your product, willing it with their money and attention to stick around. One reason the music industry is so fun to watch implode is how little it understands what about music makes people happy. It’s the community. The music industry, including radio, grew huge because it was the only vehicle by which thousands of people could share in the experience of a song. But the music industry, in the long term, is culturally irrelevant. It was always preposterous that someone should expect to make a living off being a pop musician—there’s never been a shortage of good music, just a shortage of ways to distribute it; it’s only now, given the inexpense of acquiring a recording, that music lovers can make that statement clear. Music lovers want 1) music, 2) people to share it with, and 3) the shortest route to 1 and 2. There is no longer a need for the music industry, period.

The same exists for more than the music industry. I went to a Red Sox game this past spring and took a video with my digital camera of fans singing “Sweet Caroline” during the seventh inning stretch. I uploaded it to YouTube that night and e-mailed a bunch of friends to view it. The next day, I had an e-mail in my inbox not from a friend but from YouTube, saying a third-party had notified YouTube that my video was “infringing”. I checked the fine print on my ticket stub, and sure enough, part of the “contract” explicit in buying a ticket is that I will not produce an account of the game. It’s a version of rights management, and Major League Baseball and Red Sox are indeed within their rights to protest my posting of a video of the events at Fenway Park.

But how stupid, or vindictive, or twisted do you have to be to want to remove a free promotion for your product? They would say—and I’ve seen MLB say so elsewhere—that they have to request the video be taken down, that inconsistency in enforcement forfeits their right to enforcement altogether. However, baseball, and all sports leagues, are thoroughly inconsistent in their enforcement of their copyright on “accounts of the game”. Newspaper accounts and box scores are accounts of the game. And do you see ushers confiscating cameras? Do you see parents and kids being shaken down for keeping score? What you do see is enforcement for anyone else’s work that MLB could get a financial piece of, such as when this year they tried to argue (and lost) that fantasy baseball leagues didn’t have the right to use players’ names and statistics, that they should be required to buy a license from MLB. But the finance part is the very point: in the digital era you don’t make more money by restricting access to your content; you make money by making your content available to more people, by making more people more fanatical.

Independent musicians have learned that there’s more money to be made drawing people in to your concerts and merchandising by letting fans listen to music online for free than by charging for it, just like MLB should know that my sharing my video would have resulted in five or six friends being more likely to buy Sox tickets. Digital content is little more than an advertisement to join a community of like-minded people, and that’s where the money is, in the community not in the content.

It’s time for “end users” to consider seriously what they’re willing to pay for and what they’re will to see fade away, industry-wise. As with the English and Scots, usage restrictions, through things like DRM, ultimately freeze business, and the only way forward is with a new understanding on copyright. There’s no doubt that this new understanding will favor consumers, just as the old copyright understanding favored the Scots against the entrenched English. But without an agreeable framework, no one will be happy, and the financial platform for digital works may crumble altogether.


Jun 19 2006

John Cleese as Q tells me I'll be singing koyaanisqatsi

“Yahoo Serious Festival. I know those words, but that sign makes no sense.”

CleeseSunday morning I was woken up in the middle of a dream, which is a good thing because I don’t remember them otherwise. Dreams are silly things to write about, but sometimes, well, it’s just fun to share when it’s this odd:

John Cleese, dressed as his role of Q from Die Another Day, but clearly still John Cleese and not Q, calls me over from the stage where I had been rocking out with a band, to tell me that I wasn’t thinking big enough.

“I was about to play some Jeff Buckley. I’m good at that,” I say.

“You can do so much more,” says the mustachioed, three-piece-suited John Cleese, placing an arm around my shoulders.

He walks me to a large side room. It’s black and metalicky, and dramatically lit. In it, in the center, is one of those evil-villain-or-possibly-Minority-Report interactive media podiums. John Cleese and I step up. We’re surrounded by large plasma screens, fit together like a halfdome . . . and playing on the screens, a different scene on each one, are scenes from koyannisqatsi.

John Cleese says, “You will be singing koyaanisqatsi. Specifically the piece ‘Pruitt Igoe.’”

If I blink in my dreams, I guess I stopped at this point.

“I will teach you how to sing it. It’s really not very hard.”

“Pruitt Igoe,” I’d like to point out now but didn’t in the dream, is, but for some oo’s, completely and complicatedly instrumental. I have terribly aural dreams and could hear the whole complicated thing playing as its scene scrolled by on one of the evil-villain-media-podium screens. “Pruitt Igoe” would be impossible to sing unless John Cleese intended to flay my vocal chords and teach me to vibrate the fillets independently.

Then his rationale: “Listen, the point of koyaanisqatsi is so clear. The film’s advocacy of Presidential voyeurism is a public good.”

“Presidential voyeurism?”

“Is a public good, yes,” says John Cleese.

And before I could find out what Presidential voyeurism was, whether it was me or us peeping on the President or the President peeping on me or us, I woke up.

Nonsense, all of it, right? Except it ends up really messing with me. Pruitt Igoe was a housing development in St. Louis known as one of the worst engineering disasters in history.

Pruitt Igoe

It was demolished in 1972 after twenty years of blightedness. It was originally built in two sections, one for whites, one for blacks. It was an f’ed up place. But what gets me is that this disaster was designed by Minoru Yamasaki. You know, Minoru Yamaski, architect of . . .

WTC

So now I’m stuck with that indelible dream-ink of: the Pruitt Igoe/World Trade Center disasters and “Presidential voyeurism”.

Where does one go from there?


Jun 12 2005

Keren Ann concert

Most often it’s the little things. Or the quiet things. Or the things that go by at first without notice. Continue reading


May 29 2005

Interview: Nyla Bialek Adams | Amazing Grace: Jeff Buckley

This week, the documentary Amazing Grace: Jeff Buckley will have two rather auspicious screenings at the Seattle Film Festival (which by virtue of its nearly month-long schedule boasts the most theater-goers of any festival in North America). Any fan of of the late Buckley will certainly be thrilled that a new batch of folks will be introduced to one of the finer musicians, well, ever.

After Fungible Convictions got word that Amazing Grace co-director Nyla Bialek Adams (left, with co-director Laurie Trombley) had liked what we had to say about her film, two email interviews on the film’s background were arranged between Adams and FC editor Andrew Whitacre, the combined texts of which follow. Hope you enjoy it, and don’t forget to post your comments! Continue reading


Mar 27 2005

Betwixt & between, cont.

Just to add two more examples of nostaligic art: (the defunct band) Poor Rich One’s song “Mom Is Home” (whose tie to the Amoeba song of the same name, and some same lyrics, I’m still sorting out):

Mom is home, but you can open the door,
don’t be afraid now, not anymore.

and two writers doing very similar things, Michael Chabon and Jonathan Lethem. Both have written fine books in the last six years or so having to do with comics, childhood, and haltingly mature adults. I’ll be reviewing both of their new books on Fungible Convictions within the next month.

And let’s add an Eels stanza:

Little kids go out to play
They’re just happy it’s another day
It’s up to you and me, and who’s to say
These could be the good old days

That last line is grim. I think when my friends and I and tons of others decide to spend an evening in and brood, the thought that life won’t necessarily get better weighs heavily.