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Special Guest Post: Music Copyrights and Wrongs – Time to Kook a Burra, Mate!

Have you ever heard a song...for the first time...that flat-out resonates with you. Instantly, at first listen, it becomes one of your classic "go-to" songs?  The kind that never fails to bring a bit of joy to your day or your life.  I have. 

I have also come across a scant few people in my life that have made me feel that same way. One of those people is my good mate, Kip. I met Kip when I lived in Australia. Actually, we met at a Stones gig. How fitting.

Fitting indeed that we should meet at live music gig (the Stones!). Kip and I are music fans to the core. Fortunately we dig on the same styles and are joined at the musical hip.  Over the years we have shared many a musical experience ranging from live shows, song swapping and story telling to introductions to new music, old faves and lost classics. 

We also share a passion for the stories that are part of the DNA of the songs and the lore of the legends we love. We've shared many a beer just waxing on tale tales about our heroes. Every now and then we would hold a music summit. We would meet up at one another's flats with a bag full of sounds and just let 'em rip...for hours.

Kip is one of the most tried and true (blue) Aussies I have ever met. That being said he is traveling soul, too. Kip spent a decade in living in NYC. His musical exploits and brushes with fame would keep you entertained for hours. For while Kip earned his living as a journalist. He wrote for, to name a few, travel magazines, Sports Illustrated and...drumroll please...Rolling Stone magazine.  

I love Kip's work...you should read one of his emails...and am very happy to have him contributing to The 6149.  I think he just raised the stakes on me!

Cool Kip Fact!  AC/DC played at Kip's high school dance some 30+ years ago. You heard that right...Angus and Bon playing a high school gig when the band first started out. Beat THAT!

Kip is a loyal reader and commenter at The 6149 (thanks, mate). I asked him if he wanted to write something for us from time to time. Fortunately, that stoked his creative fire. Kip has pulled together his first 6149 post for our reading enjoyment. 

They say "write about what you know" and Kip has done just that: music and Australia. Kip has a crack at sussing out the recent copyright squabble over Men at Work's "Down Under" (I like the bit on "quoting" as it relates to jazz).  

Have at it Kipster...
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Music Copyrights and Wrongs – Time to Kook a Burra, Mate!

The mainstream music world was rocked recently. No, it wasn’t because new illegal download figures had been released. And it wasn’t because the Stones had announced their retirement. It was all due to a lawsuit being upheld against the writers of an iconic 80s anthem.

Australian Federal Court judge Peter Jacobson ruled that the flute passage in Down Under, Men At Work's popular new wave ode to life in the antipodes bears a resemblance to Kookaburra Sits In The Old Gum Tree, a children's folk tune written 75 years ago by a humble Aussie schoolteacher.

"I have come to the view that the flute riff in Down Under . . . infringes on the copyright of 'Kookaburra,' because it replicates in material form a substantial part of Ms. Sinclair's 1935 work," stated the judge in his ruling. Men At Work’s lead singer and songwriter, Colin Hay, maintains that the flute passage was unconsciously borrowed by the band’s flute player (not a writer of the song) during a performance, several years after it was written. The brief interlude, therefore, was part of the arrangement, not a part of the original composition.

Hear for yourselves:

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To me, though, the question shouldn’t be whether a riff was borrowed consciously or unconsciously, or was part of the composition or the arrangement. And it’s not about who owes whom money. The question now is whether culture can grow and thrive under conditions where a few notes can land you in a courtroom.

Copyright exists to give artists a monopoly on their work and to incentivise further creativity — this benefits society, because we all want new music and art, and the more the better. Too much regulation, though, and copyright starts to stifle creativity. No art, whether it’s literature, painting or music, is created in a vacuum — all works borrow (consciously or not) from the artistic milieu in which they were conceived. If an artist has to be afraid lest a tiny corner of his or her composition contains a recognisable element from somebody else’s, art suffers, and society suffers.

As Harvard copyright professor Lawrence Lessig has pointed out, where would writing be if you had to secure permission from the rights-holder of a text when you wanted to quote a paragraph for illustration or review? It’s too absurd to contemplate. Yet in other media, we are headed increasingly in that direction. It’s a good time to be a lawyer, but not to be an artist.

That there was a connection with the Kookaburra song was seemingly taken as a fait accompli by the judge, but I can’t remember it ever entering my mind, and friends that I’ve asked are similarly confounded. Voltaire once said that anything too stupid to be said is sung. Judge Jacobson should have dusted-off an eight track deck prior to handing down his queer judgement.

The judge made much of Hay’s admission of conscious or unconscious references, but there hasn’t been a piece of music written that wasn’t unconsciously referencing some past song, at least since Mozart (he was the deaf one, wasn’t he?). Robert Plant was gracious enough to admit that songwriters are one long line of beggars and thieves, and how can that not be so.

I think any reasonable person would suggest that whatever similarity was found, the supposed lifting of a few notes added exactly nothing to the value of the work, or its popularity, and should be compensated at that level. And that’s before we even get into the argument about whether copyright should be maintained some 75 years after the original ditty was penned, and a decade or so after the writer’s death.

The money is a big issue, but it’s the principle that stinks.

After the surprise ruling, Hay published a lengthy and very emotional statement. "The copyright of 'Kookaburra' is owned and controlled by Larrikin Music Publishing, more specifically by a man named Norm Lurie. Larrikin Music Publishing is owned by a multi-national corporation called Music Sales. I only mention this as Mr. Lurie is always banging on about how he's the underdog, the little guy. Yet, he is part of a multi-national corporation just like EMI Music Publishing. It's all about money, make no mistake," he wrote.

You know, Colin has a point.

"It is indeed true, that Greg Ham unconsciously referenced two bars of 'Kookaburra' on the flute, during live shows after he joined the band in 1979, and it did end up in the Men At Work recording," Hay conceded. "When Men At Work released the song 'Down Under' through CBS Records (now Sony Music), in 1982, it became extremely successful. It was, and continues to be, played literally millions of times all over the world, and it is no surprise that in over 20 years, no one noticed the reference to 'Kookaburra.'"

Well, Colin certainly has a point, there, too.

If any of the “Men At Work” did notice the imitation, they surely would have assumed that the song was ‘traditional’ and in the public domain. A payout to a rights-holding company nearly a century later in no way helps the author. It does nothing for struggling artists today, just as none of the millions paid for his paintings go to Vincent Van Gogh. Property law and art are poles apart. The law should change.

The most likely thing, I reckon, is that flautist Greg Ham “quoted” the riff as a clever and witty way of underlining and reinforcing the Australiana vibe of the song. Quoting is a jazz expression used when a soloist consciously references another song, generally during an improvisation. It is a common device and it is generally understood to be a compliment, not a rip-off. Maybe if they’d used that line of defence and offered some sort of compensation to the Kookaburra people the whole matter could’ve been settled amicably. Dunno. It’s all about money, I hear.

However, now that His Honour has handed down his verdict, can we expect that common sense takes control and damages are assessed at say $100, with all parties to pay their own costs? Sadly, I doubt it.

I went to see the musical Wicked the other day. Unmistakeably in the overture there are a few bars of Somewhere over the Rainbow. But I’ll shut up for $50,000.

Of course, this particular case occurs in the middle of a world-wide panic amongst luddite music labels over the matter of illegal downloading and file sharing, so I wonder if the times just did not suit Hay and his co-defenders?

Now, there might be something of a witch-hunt mentality surrounding illegal downloads (though I don’t think many professional musicians think so), and there is certainly a good argument that current copyright laws are badly drawn, have become draconian and exploitative and are inhibiting creative expression, the complete opposite of what they were originally designed to do, but it seems to me that even if all that were not the case, there is still a minor argument for compensation being paid to the Kookaburra copyright owner.

But that compensation should be fair. I saw an article in the aftermath of the case where Norm Lurie suggested he was seeking 40-60% of the royalties from Down Under and that strikes me as insane, even as a bargaining position. Less than one percent would be reasonable for “his” contribution to the track.So I feel a great deal of sympathy for Colin Hay. In part because he’s a great musician — I’ve seen his solo shows a bunch of times and many of his solo albums are simply brilliant — and in part because I think it really would be a serious injustice if he was forced to cough up 40-60% of the royalties from Down Under. But in an age where musicians, quite legitimately, worry about their work being stolen in the form of illegal downloads and other sorts of unauthorised transfers, and where major labels have made a point of suing individuals over such infringements, you can hardly expect musicians themselves to be exempt from having their use of copyrighted material questioned.

Possibly the most famous plagiarism suit is the 1970 George Harrison classic, My Sweet Lord vs. the minor 1963 Chiffons’ hit, He's So Fine.

George was gigging in Copenhagen with Delaney and Bonnie in late ‘69. He remembered the song that became "My Sweet Lord" was conceived when he slipped away from a yawn-inducing press conference and began "vamping" some guitar riffs, fitting the chords to the words "Hallelujah" and "Hare Krishna." Later, members of the band joined in, fired-up a doobie and the dreamy lyrics developed from there. Although Harrison is solely credited with the birth of "My Sweet Lord," the song obviously had many mid-wives. Legendary keyboard side-man and ad-libbing genius Billy Preston was also in attendance that day.

In 1994 John Fogerty was sued for self-plagiarism after leaving Fantasy Records and pursuing a solo career with Warners. Fantasy still owned the rights to the CCR library and sound. Saul Zaentz, the owner of Fantasy, claimed Fogerty's song "Old Man Down the Road" was a copy of the CCR toon "Run Through the Jungle." The court, in a moment of inspired ‘juris obvious’, made the landmark judgement that an artist cannot plagiarise himself. Zaentz was arrested later that night for raping himself.

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Have a go at these tunes...no worries, you won't get sued for playing them.

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The night I witnessed Willie Nelson make a room full of grown women breakdown and cry

It was somewhere close to 11:30pm, we had been drinking all day and my apartment was full of chicks. Well, let me qualify that for you: the chicks  were actually my wife and her four best girl friends. We did in fact drink all day, out on a boat on Sydney harbour....and in a string of bars...and, finally, back in our apartment. 

As was the case, and as I am want to do in situations like that one, turned to the stereo.

Usually when I kick-off a late night song splurge, I pour myself a tall glass of Wild Turkey with plenty of ice. The occasion in question though called for something with a little more moxie: The Grievous Angel.  

What is the Grievous Angel?  It has only two ingredients: Mango Gatorade and Jose Cuervo (your mouth is watering, isn't it?). I only break out this particular libation for creating late night stereo vibrations. It's origins date back to living in Florida, playing my tunes at top volume, hankering for a mood alteration and only having only the two aforementioned ingredients on hand.  

Like they say, "If you can't be with the one you love, love the one you're with..."

With drink in hand, I started to pull songs from my vast collection in hopes of turing the girls on to new stuff.  Once they were knee deep in a serendipitous sound sampling, I decided to throw 'em a (country) curve: Willie Nelson. 

"Willie Nelson?!", they yelled out in unison. "Please don't play Willie Nelson. If you are going to play country, at least put on some Brad Paisley or Keith Urban".

[silence]

After they picked me up from the floor and wiped away the blood that tricked from my ears, I attempted to teach them a lesson about country music. 

"Country music," I told them, "comes in four flavours: Willie, Johnny, Waylon and Merle. There is no room in country music for candy-assed cowboys, "guyliner" or GAP ad posers. Just because you sing about your truck, heartache and BBQs doesn't mean you are fucking country singer".

They laughed at me: "What do we want with that craggy ol' country fossil anyhow?" 

Surely the drink had gotten to them. They were delirious, crazed from the heat, strung out on hubris...but, they persisted.

"What makes you think Willie Nelson is going to be able to sing anything that'll make us swoon over him? He looks like his horse has been riding him for all these years. He was lucky Julio Iglesias let him sing with him". 

Things were getting out of control and really staring to amuse themselves. I had to put a stop to it and there was only one thing left to do...take a deep swig of the Grievous Angel, give the gals a steely look and pull out the big gun: "Song for You"

Do you know this song?  It was written by Leon Russell in 1970. Aside from Willie's version, it was most famously covered by Donnie Hathaway (another personal fave performer of mine). Here is a wikipedia link for the song if you want to see who else covered it (please, I BEG of you, forget the fact that Michael Buble covered this song...in fact, forget that Michael Buble ever existed).

"Song for You" is a flat out heartache no matter who sings it (aside from "you know who"..."MB"). I love the Willie version best.  If you didn't know it before, after listening to his vocal, you know that that his voice is one of the true treasures of American music. It is not just country, it is Country; USA...pilgrims; pioneers; patriots.

For my my money it is one of the best straight vocal performance ever put on record. It is such a clean vocal. It has depth and sincerity and feels like an apology, a love letter and a pleading, yearning request for forgiveness and appreciation.  Seriously...I am not overstating this. Really...

The girls decided to give me and Willie one shot to win them over. I played "Song for You" for them. I quieted the room, turned the lights down a bit, moderated the volume to give the vocal the right effect, and I hit play....

Have you ever had a good cry?  The ones that make everything right and cause you to laugh out loud? You're not really sure why you are crying, but you feel the need to just emote. Yes? No? Well, this is what the room felt like at the end of that song. The girls that had never heard it (my wife excluded) sat quietly until sniffles and tears gave way to smiles and call-outs to "play it again...in fact, don't stop playing it".

I knew it would work.  We played the song over and over again until one by one they started to nod off. I had tried to play other Willie tunes, but it was too late...they had been sweetly seduced by the Redheaded Stranger. 

They swooned for Willie.
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You should have a listen to the other two versions I recommend: the original version by Leon Russell (again, he wrote the song) and the incredible, soul-drenched version by Donny Hathaway:

Also, you MUST watch this video of Leon, Willie and Ray Charles do this song on one of Willie's primetime TV "Willie & Friends" specials. Ray was in bad health and there was question if he could make the show. He ended up not only making the show, but stealing it with his performance here.  

Watch Willie get lost in Ray's presence as he tries to hold back his own tears. Shit, I just stopped writing to watch it again...son of a bitch choked me right up. Whew. Powerful.

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Post Script: 

When these girls flew from the States to visit us in Sydney in 2008, they all stayed at our apartment. Four women visitors, a wife, two dogs and me in one apartment. Can you imagine the shit-fight I would have had trying to get into the ONE bathroom?  

I was a bit scared about this..until my wife approached me with one of the best ideas she has EVER come up with. She said, "Would you mind if I just rented you a small hotel room in the city while the girls are here?"  

Reason #108 why I love my wife.  

Ah the bachelors life...just like riding a bike. I felt like I was in my Boston apartment again: no TV, only beer and water in the fridge and music playing 24-7 (minus all the other stuff...because playing bachelor is much different that actually being one).

Here are some snaps of my (temporary) home-sweet-home.

     
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Dancing Women and High Art: Not Your Average Souvenir

On our way out the door from Australia, we are starting to tick off items on the list of "should dos" and "should gets".  This one is from the "gets".

My wife has been very interested in purchasing a piece of Aboriginal art.  She has been looking for sometime now and one painting finally struck a nerve.  

The painting was on display in the lobby of a building in downtown Sydney (the CitiGroup building on Park St.).  My wife was drawn to it both because it is striking and different as well as who it was painted by.  A woman by the name of Betty Mbitjana painted it.  Her mother is a very famous Aboriginal artist by the name of Minnie Pwerle. After taking a look at Minnie's work, you can see the "family resemblance" in their work. 

Here is a bio on Betty:

Betty MbitjanaDOB: c.1945
Born: Utopia

Betty Mbitjana is the daughter of renowned artist Minne Pwerle and the sister of artist Barbara Weir. She is married to Paddy Club. She paints the awelye, bush berry and bush plum dreaming. Betty's mother and other women used to collect these fruits, cut them up into pieces and skewer them on a piece of wood and dry them to be eaten in times when bush tucker was scarce.

Betty's paintings depict the designs that the women would paint on their bodies, and the dancing tracks which are made in the sand during women's (awelye) ceremony. Through their awelye ceremonies, women pay homage to their ancestors, show respect for their country and dance out their collective maternal role within their community. A design based on these dancing tracks is painted on women's bodies before a ceremony is performed, and this same design can be seen today in Betty's works on canvas and in the works of her mother, sisters, and aunts. Ochre, charcoal and ash are all used to paint designs on the women's upper bodies, and Pwerle women paint their chests, breasts and upper arms for awelye in ochre, red and white. The designs they use have been passed down for many generations, and only the Pwerle or owners can paint them.


The designs describe above can be seen here in the  painting we bought which is titled, Awelye:


I do not know enough about the Aboriginal culture to comment on it, other than it is a rich, detailed and curious history. I am really glad my wife saw this one.  It is distinct and nothing like the tourist replica garbage they sell down in Circular Quay. 

We purchased the painting from Kate Owen's studio here in Sydney.  Here is her website.

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