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Blowing Away the Cloud

Cloud and Weather (Image: Salvatore Vuono)

Recently I was listening to an Earth Day interviewee claim that nuclear power, despite its shortcomings, was still strongly advocated by corporations and government agencies mostly because nuclear energy is centrally controlled. Why else go to such elaborate lengths to boil water? Central control means fewer people own the pie and so gain a larger proportion of money. Conversely, solar, wind, and hydrogen are largely decentralized, effectively obsoleting the business of large, centrally controlled power organizations.

We know that distributing work in a decentralized manner, amongst many things, is a good idea. The Internet was born from this thinking, by design–highly tolerant of any small or even large segments failing. The military knows that relying on central control makes you both vulnerable and dependent. So the Internet requires no central authority to operate in any fundamental sense. If a failure occurs, it routes around that failure. This is the aspect, ironically created through military funding, that now physically embodies democracy–disparate entities functioning together loosely as a greater whole, both individually free and collectively resilient.

It was not always so. Just a couple decades ago, Apple created the famous commercial where the beautiful and free “new order” smashed the tyranny of Big Brother and his centrally kowtowing minions. IBM mainframes, the huge repositories of centrally controlled information, were the mainstay of corporate and government life. When they failed, everything stopped. Your only choice was to call IBM, whose agents arrived en masse, unsettlingly dressed all alike in creepy dark suits to set things right; so business carries on. As long as you purchased the right plan….

When Apple came along with computers for humans, or “end users” in corporate IBM-speak, IBM realized their business model must change. They already had branched into “distributed computing” by installing smaller mainframes at customers’ satellite companies that fed into larger, central mainframes. Now it was just a matter of embracing these “personal” computers as well. Although centralized power resisted distributing processing to end users, mostly by the technorati themselves, and doomsaying abounded, the newly freed employees could finally have their way with their own information, and productivity soared. People could get what they needed, when they needed it, change it into any form they could imagine, and were no longer wholly dependent upon centralized resources and control.

Yet strangely, a trend seems to be moving us back toward the centralized control of information processing, glitteringly re-branded as some amorphous “cloud.” The reality is, this cloud is really just a collection of CPUs and storage devices, very much the same as any latter-day mainframe. In essence, the big Old Iron has returned, and we’re eagerly handing our data processing capabilities right over to it. And it’s not even our mainframe any more. It’s someone else’s. Some might say it’s not a mainframe, but a cluster. A collection of CPUs and memory that have access to large and fast data storage and retrieval. Those people need to take another look at what latter-day mainframes are.

Even if we do get past the cloud of marketing and look at using another company’s data processing services, certain realities remain: Maintaining 100 percent uptime is a holy grail. Despite all the effort and cleverness a systems engineer will devote to maintaining uptime, the fact is, we are returning to a single point of failure every time we put something on the cloud, unless we are using the cloud as merely a supplementary or backup mechanism, or have those mechanisms ourselves as backup. And there is little, if any, transparency.

Even several days after a major failure of the largest cloud, no detailed information has been provided about what actually went wrong, nor what is being done to mitigate such an incident in the future. Even IBM in the days of the old iron would provide immediate and ongoing detailed status reports. But “the cloud”…who knows? Right?

One last thing to consider other than central points of failure, and their accompanying points of performance limitations and benefits, is that using another company’s mainframes creates a single point of access for increased government access and control. When everything is on the cloud, the government needs only to deal with one company–one ring to rule them all, so to speak. During the infamous illegal government wiretapping case that broke during the Bush era, the government compelled AT&T to allow access to our communications by forcibly bringing all data into one hub in San Francisco, so they could snoop. Using the centralized old iron model makes this government behavior simple, whereas the distributed model once again points us toward democratization.

As the dust settles from this failure, the spin, which will be dutifully echoed by all the tech heads currently ensorcelled with the cloud computing moniker, will be that there is nothing wrong with cloud computing. In fact, it is user error–the customers who were too cheap to purchase a second or third redundant site at another data center (or region) deserved what they got. And strangely, they won’t even notice this implies multiple clouds, nor will it raise any questions as to how this cloud differs, in essence, from any well-managed colo rental space.

If anything comes of this, perhaps people might start saying the plural clouds instead of the singular, amorphous cloud. I doubt it. It’s one of those sensationally brilliant marketing accidents that is perpetually reinforced by throngs of parrots. What we must learn is to start asking the question once again: Who are we renting our servers from, and who are we giving our, and our customer’s data to? And why?

Perhaps cloud fans would find Eucalyptus interesting.

Social D, Lucero and Chuck Ragan Summon the American Spirit at Showbox SoDo (VIDEO)

On Sunday night, a trio of modern day Bruce Springsteens finished up a three day stand at Showbox SoDo. The gravel voiced, working class heroes sang to us of the hard times on that rainy evening. Each singer bared their soul to a slightly soaked but appreciative crowd.

Upon arriving, we were greeted with a line of old punks dressed in black waiting to be patted down by a cadre of gruff security guards. I haven’t been patted down for a show in quite some time, so I was expecting mayhem during the headliner’s set. However, the Sunday night crowd was pretty tame.

Throughout the night’s acts, I was struck by how perfectly the music worked with the lyrical content. Songs of hard drinking and hard work sound better with a steel guitar. The ragged alt-country of Chuck Ragan and the country influenced punk of Lucero tapped into a deeper body of work that form the core of the American collective soul. A music that uniquely captures our struggle for independence and against all of the hardships along the way. The spirit of this American genre continues in alt-country, the latest punk rock retirement plan.



Social Distortion are influenced by this same soul, but occasionally get lost in rock stylings. My gruff audience mates seemed generally bummed out when the Southern California group entered in the dark backed by their introduction song (2Pac’s “California Love“) and then got down to business. It took a couple songs to get used to the strobe lights and the carefully composed stage paraphernalia, but after a short pep talk (“I told them Sunday night’s crowd would be the best”) and the first notes of “Mommy’s Little Monster”, the band was forgiven. Mike Ness and crew followed this up with their other favorites in short succession, further pleasing the audience.

Social Distortion have an important place in American punk history. They incorporated (or maybe even started) a lot of the fundamentals of Southern California punk rock. For example, three part vocal harmonies were used in abundance Sunday night (see Bad Religion or any band on Epitaph). The songs are straight forward and simple, but incorporate a rockabilly flavor that most of their contemporaries did not. Social D have been widely influential, possibly explaining the penchant for punks to migrate from loud angry music to alt-country.

In all, the night was enjoyable, but I preferred the opening bands to the headliner. Lucero were more of what I was looking for: something authentic. Though it’s impossible not to hear Bruce Springsteen in Lucero’s work, I appreciated the blend of punk and country they brought. Chuck Ragan has been my hero since the first Hot Water Music record, so I was happy to hear him play solo again.

Social Distortion was somewhat of a let down. Having never seen them before, I was expecting to be inspired like all of my punk heroes have been. However, they just seemed like another rock band. For pictures and a different perspective, be sure to check out our gallery from day 1.

The Get Up Kids Share Their Midlife Crisis at Neumo’s (VIDEO)

After having read the Wikipedia entry for midlife crisis, I think The Get Up Kids might be right in the middle of theirs. They have a “desire to achieve a feeling of youthfulness,” might have a “sense of remorse for goals not accomplished,” and exhibit “a fear of humiliation amongst more successful colleagues.” However, they haven’t bought a sportscar yet, so their latest tour might just be a reconstruction of their core ideals and not a midlife crisis after all.

Their new songs are clearly an attempt to reach out to a new, younger audience–though that younger audience was relegated to the balcony of Neumo‘s on Wednesday, they enjoyed the songs at first. As it got later in the evening, they stopped dancing and started leaving. By the end of the set, about twenty under-21 patrons remained. You couldn’t really blame them, they didn’t know the words to the old songs or the new songs. They didn’t have the emotional connection to the band that the old folks did.





The hand stamp crowd on the floor enjoyed the hell out of every other song. The Get Up Kids mixed their new material in with the old to give us a break from dancing, I assume. There were a smattering of people that kept up their enthusiasm for the new songs, but most were just waiting to sing along with their hands in the air again. When a song from the first two albums was played, however, the audience came alive. Even when they chose a song from the last two records, the crowd was more enthusiastic than for the new material.

It must be tough to be in this position as a band. They undoubtedly want to progress and evolve, but they simply can’t. Honestly, Get Up Kids fans tend to get a little crazy. For example, one gentleman was overheard talking about how the band “changed his life.” When the band launched into a well known chorus, the front half of the floor was pointing to the sky, smiling and singing loud enough to regret it the next day. This kind of fanaticism must be both exhilarating and exhausting to see every night. It’s no wonder the band spent some time in retirement before coming back last year.

Now that they’re back, it remains to be seen if they’ll stay. They’re visibly enjoying themselves, but while most people survive their midlife crises, bands rarely do. In the meantime, us old folks will keep going to their shows and singing along with the songs we know and love. These newfangled electronic songs will probably just remain our rest breaks.

The Get Up Kids Try to Redeem Emo at Neumos this Wednesday

The Get Up Kids will be at Neumo‘s on Wednesday, Feb. 2, 2011. Doors are at 7 p.m., tickets are available for $21 in advance, and the show is all ages.

The Get Up Kids aren’t really kids anymore.

Emo wasn’t always the maligned subgenre of punk that it is today. In the mid ’80s, East Coast hardcore punk bands begin to tire of being angry all the time. In fact, they started to feel downright sad about it. Bands like Rites of Spring and Embrace had people crying at their shows and musicians were realizing their music could have a power to inspire people to feel something other than anger.

About thirteen years after Rites of Spring and Embrace broke up, the genre was popularized and summarily ruined. While emo songs were always melodramatic, they became comically so. Bands like My Chemical Romance started wearing eyeliner and dyeing their hair black, brushing it to the side in a precursor to the world’s next Celine Dion, Justin Bieber. Yet just before this mainstream explosion, the genre was at its peak and producing some amazing bands like Sunny Day Real Estate, The Promise Ring, and Texas is the Reason.



The Get Up Kids appeared on the scene in 1997 and straddled the line between underground and mainstream just enough to keep their indie credibility. A couple years after forming and releasing their debut on Doghouse Records (whose Doghouse 50 compilation first introduced me to the band), the Kansas City, Missouri, quartet was signed by a tiny label called Vagrant Records and went on to make that label an indie household name. However, they never really broke into the mainstream.

Fans of The Get Up Kids often explain this in a simple way–their first two studio records were awesome, the last two… not so much. Four Minute Mile and Something to Write Home About are albums filled with songs that make you want to sing along because you feel the same things they do. The songs rock out when they need to and scale it back to create the proper tension when they’re supposed to. My sister and I wore our voices out on I-5 express lanes singing along to Something to Write Home About on the way to work many times. However, with On A Wire and Guilt Show, The Get Up Kids toned it down and lost all of their soul. There are a couple flashes of decency, but the records just don’t have the same emotion, and that’s what this genre is all about.

After a couple years off, the band started working on new material in 2009. While touring for Guilt Show, the band looked like they hated each other and played like it was their job. I saw them last year and, with the crowd singing along, the band was smiling and actually moving around the stage. Now a new record is on the way this year, and they are back in town to sing along with us again.  The new songs on There are Rules are decidedly more electronic and will probably appeal to the all-ages balcony section, while us old folks are on the floor waiting to sing along to the old material. Check out this track from the upcoming release, warm up your voices, and come out to the show.

“Couch Fest” Film Festival Visits Capitol Hill on Sunday

The best short film festival in the city is happening tomorrow. I went last year and it was awesome.

Here’s how it goes: You show up at a stranger’s house and watch an hour or so of short films with a bunch of strangers sitting a bit too close to you on couches in various states of disrepair. Then, you go to another house and do the same thing. At the end, you vote for your favorites. That simple process is Seattle’s own Couch Fest.


The final details for the 2010 Couch Fest short film festival have just been released. This year, the festival is centered in the Capitol Hill area and sure to draw a crowd at a low admission price of $5. The films start at noon and you switch houses every hour until 6 p.m. Bring snacks, bring a date, bring a smile, and bring wheeled transportation to get you from house to house.

“Secret” Jansport Bonfire Show This Saturday with The Cave Singers

Last weekend I went to two birthday parties. Both sets of party-goers eventually found a ring of stones, filled it with wood, and set the wood on fire. A party is just not complete unless something is on fire, I guess.

Jansport, the backpack folks, are sponsoring a show this Saturday, August 28th, that will undoubtedly be quite a party, since they are planning a fire and free stuff is involved. This party will feature local indie/hillbilly sensation The Cave Singers and the 100 people that can correctly find the secret location where the bus will pick them up. Tickets are free, treats are free, and beer is free. I assume this leaves out the underage crowd.

Hints are located on The Bonfire Sessions Blog and don’t appear to be too hard to figure out, so get there early. (Supposedly, the location of the bus stop will be revealed tomorrow, via the blog, as well as Jansport’s Facebook and Twitter.) Then we’ll all head out on a bus to a secret location, sit by a fire, sing some songs and enjoy the last days of summer. Hopefully there will be marshmallows.