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The high-powered players running this week's Intel New York Music Festival (intelfest.com) are poised to pitch you a revolution: the Silicon Valley chip maker foresees online music halls; Music Boulevard expects you to start mainlining CDs from the Net to your hard drive; and the savvy producers, Andrew Rasiej and Michael Dorf, want to electronically network the world's nightlife. All in good time. The radical changes actually afoot have to do with the least likely celebrities of all: the fans.
The wave of self-publishing and e-mail access has fostered a growing intimacy between bands and their die-hard admirersan intimacy Rasiej hopes will shatter the music industry as it stands. The signals so far are small, endearing, and intensifying. John Weaver, an Alabama admirer of the New Orleans band Dash Rip Rock (playing this week), met his fiancée on the band's fan-site bulletin board and convinced the trio to come play a gig in Birmingham for their upcoming wedding. Bassist Mark Wike of the Bogmen (a New York group that's also playing this week) gets on his band's Web site visionbroadcast.com almost daily to read local concert reviews posted by their fans. (One of the Bogmen fan sites has gotten so good the band is folding it into their own.) Back on April Fools' Day, the "semiofficial" fan site of the L.A.-based band Tool (toolshed.down.net) published a joke that band members had been injured in a bus crash in Australia. The rumor got so big that MTV had to report that it wasn't true. Phish even employs an "Internet manager" to monitor the all-fan generated phish.net.
Though the fans don't have much influence over the music, the conversation itself is building audiences. The Bogmen packed Irving Plaza with over 1200 people, while another 600 logged on to the cybercast at Arista Records. For Bogmen band members, says Wike, the shift to electronic communication with the fans takes the burden off the shows themselves. "I'd rather be close [over e-mail] than high-fiving them in the audience every five minutes," he says. "During the show, it's too exhausting to maintain a conversation with anyone."
Since its creation four years ago, the four-day, 300-band Intel New Music Festival has gotten much smarter about using technology to satisfy the fans. For the first two years, the festivalthen called the Macintosh New Music Festivaloffered only minimal perks: e-mail, photographs, and choppy video. Last year, Intel introduced high-end kiosks in the clubs and streamed live footage of other concerts from clubs around the world (just why anyone would want to surf during a concert was never clear). This year, the chip maker's horsepoweralong with donated hardware from Unisys and servers from Real Networksis all behind the Web site (intelfest.com). The online festival will cycle round-the-clock video footage of the shows. Viewers can fork over $40 for a concert pass or screen them for free online.
Fans may already be pushing profound changes in the music industry, says festival coproducer Rasiej. With online shows and tight, fertile communities to support them, performers like the edgy chanteuse Bari Koral (playing Fez) have a shot at surviving entirely outside the major-label system. "Bari may never have more than 20,000 fans and no record label will ever get interested in her, but if every one of those fans sends her 10 bucks a year for her albums, she's making a living," Rasiej says.
The hours of concert cybercast may even evolve into a massive new market for the bands. "When artists perform in clubs, that music is only available to people who are there and then it's lost forever," says Rasiej. "This tech allows the artists the opportunity to archive every one of their performances and then distribute them to their fans." Rasiej is evangelical on this pointin his words, "music is the killer app."
In 1993, a 21-year-old woman named Teena Brandon moved from her hometown of Lincoln to Humboldt, Nebraska, reversed her name, and switched genders. After living for some time as a man, Brandon was publicly revealed to be a woman by the local paper. Days later, on New Year's Eve, Brandon was shot at point-blank range by John Lotter, who had broken into the home Brandon shared with a woman (who was also killed). In 1996, the court sentenced Lotter to death.
Now, after two years of incubation, comes Brandon, the Guggenheim Soho's first commissioned interactive artwork (brandon.guggenheim.org). Though the demanding site might not be the last word on the case (a Hollywood version is nigh), it may very well be the first classic of the genre. With technical grace and an unprecedentedly epic scale, Brandon makes a bid to become the inaugural piece in the canon of online art. The Guggenheim explicitly intended it that way. Matthew Drutt, the associate curator for film and media who collaborated with media artist Shu Lea Cheang to develop the project, views Brandon as the foundation for the next Guggenheim"the cyber equivalent of Bilbao."
Cheang's work has its own wild architecture: a fusion of testimony, chat, Web searches, puzzlelike interfaces, and a scrolling "highway" that constitutes the spine of the piece. Viewers first enter a "Theatrum Anatomicum," an operating theater where icons from later sections drift by at the bottom of the screen. To begin Brandon, you must first type a personal statement into a ticker of text (with evocative epigrams like "Orgasm Data" and "Gender is just a toy"). Transcriptions from the trial then appear on the screen, eventually replaced by a "roadtrip" along Nebraska's Route 75. Viewers can delve into related material by exiting into various exhibition spaces. Some of the material is rigorously academiclike the segments on Jeremy