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Vintage: a very soothing moving image of a record player spinning

At the beginning, it looks like this vintage video may have been taped during an earthquake. But it eventually levels off, and is quite SOOTHING. I would recommend watching with the sound OFF.

Lifescrobbling, Feltron style

From Print magazine comes an article on “The Obsessives,” in which four people are asked to track and represent their consumption for a week. In effect, scrobbling not only their music habits and television watching, but all of their purchases and activities.

(This kind of thing is highly relevant to my day job, and, in fact, we had one of the participants, Nicholas Felton, record a video for a conference we did last year. Looks like he listened to a lot of Blonde Redhead during the week he tracked for Print.)

All four of the consumption visualizations are worth checking out. And here’s a Q&A.

King of Kong

Trailer for “The King of Kong: A Fistful of Quarters,” a doc about competitive Donkey Kong players.

Great last line of the trailer and a nice look at nerds circa 1982.

Tech / tunes links 8.19.07 – Just a thing or two

*The Rock Lighter page, for use at concerts with your internet-enabled phone. Seems like there are now dozens of digi-versions of these. [via]
*I’m not usually one for indiscriminate podcast consumption, but GigaOm interviews Real Networks CEO Rob Glaser.
*A few days ago Salon ran a piece on how Guitar Hero is bringing back guitar music. Now, the New York Times is weighing in on how it thinks the videogame is changing aspiring musicians’ enthusiasms and aspirations.
*Perfect for any baby shower: An album of lullaby covers of Rolling Stones songs such as “Brown Sugar” and “Mother’s Little Helper.”
*Musical beards: Huh. Rob Zombie is directing the next movie in the Halloween franchise.
*Manu Chao exclusive performance on IFC, but unfortunately for the little Dude, the song’s not “Bongo Bong.”
*Superbly named blog Green Pea-Ness argues that the Nintendo DS game Elite Beat Agents is “the single most devastatingly accomplished work of pop-art criticism since Orson Welles’ F For Fake, albeit probably completely inadvertantly.”