Does Satch have a case?

Although my days of listening wide-eyed to Joe Satriani are long gone (I haven’t really enjoyed anything he’s done since 1995) I was still pretty surprised to see his name appear on the BBC website. Satch vs Coldplay in plagiarism case? Being hopelessly curious about this sort of thing, I decided to put my ears on and investigate properly.

Putting aside issues of instrumentation (string samples plus vocals on the Coldplay; acoustic and electric guitars on Satch’s tune) and subjective genre labels, the first main barrier is the tonality. So let’s transpose one of the songs, so we can analyse them both in parallel.

“Viva La Vida” is in Ab and uses the good old I-vi-IV-V progression, except it starts halfway, giving IV-V-I-vi…

Db5 – Eb7 (no 3rd) – Ab – Fm

“If I Could Fly” is in G lydian, and has two chord progressions…

Verse: Gmaj9 – F#m7 – Gmaj9 – F#m7 B(add11)

Chorus: Em – A – D – Bm

Now, simply transposing the Coldplay down a semitone from Ab to G won’t work, as G major and G lydian are not the same thing. G lydian contains the same notes as D major, so we’ll transpose the Coldplay by a tritone to D major. That gives this chord progression (simplifying the chord names to just majors and minors)…

G – A – D – Bm

… which instantly gives us a fairly close match with Satch’s chorus. I say “fairly close”, but it’s only the G/Em difference, and those chords are of course the relative major/minor of each other. It’s still just a fairly generic chord sequence, though, so we’re not exactly in litigious territory yet. How about the melody?

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The first bar-and-a-half is identical! But that’s not exactly a unique melody… sit on the 9th (or maj7 in Coldplay’s case) and then resolve to the next chord via the note above? Pretty standard stuff. But then the rhythm is exactly the same, so could that be enough (for legal purposes) to signify intent?

There’s a similarity in the way both tunes use alternating D and E notes over the D chord, but the rhythms are a little different and the second target note is different (Chris Martin pushes up to the F#). Also, the notes over the Bm chord are completely different.

So, in summary… I have no idea! It doesn’t seem enough to me, what with the different first chord, and the fact that only the first bar of melody is truly identical, but I’m no lawyer.

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Next time you change your ISP…

… consider how you’d feel about them signing up to Cleanfeed, the “Great Firewall of Britain”, which prevents access to websites blacklisted by the Internet Watch Foundation. At present, six UK ISPs are filtering web content in this way… Virgin Media, Be Unlimited/O2/Telefonica, EasyNet/UK Online, PlusNet, Demon, and Opal.

Great Firewall of Britain (The Nock Blog)

Now, it hardly needs to be said that filtering of child pornography or abuse can only be a Very Good Thing. But it’s that old chestnut again… what is porn, and what is art? What is lascivious, and what is informative? Can an image stop being controversial, becoming instead an unemotional reminder of that controversy?

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Oliver Postgate 1925-2008

Bagpuss and Ivor creator dies (BBC)

A man whose quirky, homemade short films can still take me to a nostalgic place where I’m eight years old, all is right in the world and there’s going to be lots of snow on the ground when I wake up tomorrow.

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Reclaim the (High) Streets!

Call for street canvasser boycott (BBC)

Or, to put it another way, death to the chuggers! The town where I live seems to attract lots of market research and lots of charity muggers. The former are annoying, but easy to wave away with an absent minded “sorry, in a terrible hurry”, but that doesn’t always work with the fake good cheer and over-familiarity of the chuggers. They annoy me in a couple of ways.

For a start, I object to being stopped in the street by someone I’ve never met in my life. That doesn’t make me a heartless bastard, leaving thousands of poor children to die of cancer or fester in orphanages, despite what our nylon-bibbed friends might try to suggest. In the privacy of my own home I’m capable of quite miraculous bursts of empathy. I can even fill in a direct debit form… without help!

If the guilt tactic is my first objection, the second is the fact that my goodwill and empathy is being watered down and compromised by a ‘middle man’ taking a commission. I imagine their argument is that, in return for their commission, they generate far more donations to charities… but do they? Or do they just create a generally bad feeling of obligation and, again, guilt? Are people put off for good by these tactics, meaning that they never take the time to look for the charities they *really* want to support?

It’s more than this, though. I think the chuggers also annoy me by being part of a wider problem, which includes the clipboard-wielding market research people, the cheap phonecard distributors, the advertising leaflet people, the god-botherers… they’re all part of a general background noise that doesn’t need to be there.

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Liquid security

Oh, and speaking of cool Guardian articles, Bruce Schneier says exactly what I think about the hysterical security procedures we all have to endure in airports.

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Sorry to go on about this, but…

In light of my own plea to “JUST LET IT LIE!” I suppose this is a bit hypocritical, but I couldn’t resist recommending the responses of two of my favourite comedy writers to the Granddaughtergate Scandal…

David Mitchell – How little Britain found its voice

Charlie Brooker – Want a rush of empowerment? Join the angry idiots…

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The world has gone mad #472

So, unless you’ve been getting a bit too interested in the old global financial meltdown, you’ll have noticed the whole Russell Brand & Jonathan Ross prank phone call affair. I decided to reserve judgement until I’d actually heard the prank call. Crazy, eh? What would the Daily Mail do for content if more people acted like that?

I thought it was funny. Not great comedy, as prank phone calls rarely are, but funny and not particularly offensive (unless you’re the sort of baby-adult who thinks all media content should be full of charming and unchallenging pap). And yes, given the nature of the humour and the fact that the call could be construed as harrassment, they probably did overstep the mark slightly. But hey look, they apologised. And Andrew Sachs graciously accepted their apology and suggested that we all get on with our lives.

His granddaughter hasn’t been quite so keen to forgive and forget, parading her obvious distress over numerous tabloid front pages, by… er, enlisting Max Clifford. The poor lamb. Let’s hope the inevitable career in reality game shows goes some way in repairing the psychological damage, eh?

Young Ms Baillie isn’t the only one who could learn a lesson from Grandpa Sachs. We’ve had comments from the Prime Minister, a steady stream of shadow Culture ministers burbling on Radio 4 and a gradual increase in the number of complaints from the public. To cap it all, a senior executive has resigned. Talk about overcompensating!

The media debate has gone back and forth over whether the call was actually offensive, whether Brand is actually funny, whether Ross is worth his massive wage, whether Lesley Douglas should have resigned… all of this is irrelevant, as the affair should have ended with Andrew Sachs’s statement (see above, several paragraphs ago). What I find most important, and most terrifying, about this scandal is how 37,000 people can wield so much power over our country’s cultural life. That’s mob rule, plain and simple.

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Not that I usually bother with Halloween, but…

… I just went to Asda for a few trivial bits and bobs, and the total price seemed amusingly appropriate.

What’s even weirder is that this isn’t the first time I’ve had a 6.66 receipt from Asda. The previous time was a few months ago, only a day after paying 3.33 for some other stuff. I’m not a paranoid man by nature, but sometimes I wonder…

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Miscellaneous doings

Haven’t really felt sufficiently worked up to write about anything specific recently, so here’s some random recent news…

First of all, say hello to our new housemates…

This is Merry and Pippin (yes, Nicola is a huge LOTR fan). Merry is the black one and, unlike the hobbit namesake, is female. We’d been intending to get a cat or two for years, but always seemed to think seriously about it when we had an imminent holiday planned, so kept putting it off. We’ve been a bit more organised this year. They’re about 14 weeks old and lots of fun, although it’s going to be better if we can train their body clocks out of the current habit of chasing each other round the bedroom at 2am :/

Last Saturday, I went to an opera. My first ever opera!

I have to admit that, despite my efforts to be broad-minded about all music and not dismiss entire genres out of hand, I simply don’t like opera. It’s not for want of trying, either. I’ve mentioned before that I have a long-term project on the go, whereby I’m using “musical downtime” to gradually listen my way through the entire history of classical music, filling the gaps that my rather scattered listening habits have left untouched. I’m up to the late romantics now (having started by delving into the earliest medieval plainchant back in late 2004) so I’ve heard a few bits of opera, and it still just doesn’t do it for me.

Or rather, I don’t really get on with the operas of Mozart and the various Italians from the “golden age” of the mid-nineteenth century, but I did find a couple of pleasant surprises from further back in musical history. I absolutely love Monteverdi’s “L’Orfeo” (from 1607, one of the very earliest operas) and Purcell’s short and tuneful “Dido and Aeneas” (1689). I saw the latter at the weekend, performed in a small Anglo-Catholic church by the Clemens non Papa consort. And it was fun! Far less of the excessive vibrato and shrieking soprano gymnastics of the 19th century operas, and all in English!

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Today…

Today is 19 September.

My local branch of Marks & Spencer is selling chocolate advent calendars.

That is all.

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