Friday, May 7, 2010

Statement of Accomplishment

Dear Professor Griffith,

I think, quite possibly, my favorite part of the course was the excuse to write about myself. The very nature of the writing we do in Print and Electronic Journalism II is opinionated, and I have a lot of opinions. In choosing to take this course as my practice of the arts general education requirement, I was pleased and excited to start writing about topics of my choice again, instead of thirty page papers about the founding of the country of Liberia (etc).

I know that my tone as a writer is extremely informal and I am constantly struggling with that in scholarly endeavors. If anything, having a semester to use contractions and write about Twitter probably even set me back. And I’m essentially terrified of Print and Electronic Journalism I in which the writing will be expected to have less personality (I have a lot of personality). But I feel that familiarizing myself with the process of producing works for publication in a setting that I’m much more comfortable with was an extremely smart decision.

As it was, the first two pieces we did were the hardest for me as they were more factual. I clearly need to continue to become comfortable with facts, interviews, and things of this nature. Even attempting it was a great improvement on my part, in my opinion, but there is no doubt that development is needed. Another area I struggle in, clearly, is promptness. Effort exerted cannot be gauged until the pieces are submitted, and doing so in a timely manner is imperative. I know it, I just don’t practice it all the time.

As for the actual writing, I have a tendency to reuse similar words over and over again. When I attempt to replace the words with synonyms I always hate whatever the new sentence is because my immediate reaction is that “I wouldn’t say that.” This sort of artistic selfishness could be a general result of my informal tone, but I generally need to make my writing more broadly relevant. This also applies to my subject matter. Writing about things that interest me isn’t enough direction for something more official later, I’d think. Particularly when so many things interest me. Random: but titling my pieces is also apparently quite difficult for me.

I was particularly pleased with how much I learned about so many different topics. I understand that it wasn’t the main goal of the course to recommend me teeth whitener or learn about German cities and their BYOB sofa clubs. I still think that reading about what other people found interesting was so enjoyable and often a little surprising.

So here I present for your judgment my final portfolio. If you click on the label “FINAL” you will be directed to every updated piece of work.

Respectfully Submitted,

Elizabeth Young

We're Going on a Thai Hunt (Review 2)

by Elizabeth Young

Driving down 56, the restaurant practically jumps at you from around a bend in the road. We were warned to keep on the look-out because people often miss it. It’s completely unassuming, this little one room restaurant and converted barn, but you can smell the spice from the miniscule parking lot. Thai Siam is a family owned restaurant that no one expects. From the very first glimpse I got of the little restaurant, I knew I could classify it as a small business with a cult following.

The room itself looked like someone’s living room. The only difference was the two refrigeration units in the corners. There were couches with blanket throws and a curio cabinet in the corner filled with china cups and other figurines. My personal favorite knick knack was the pair of golden deer on top of the shelves. The TV in the seating area was playing an Asian channel but there didn’t appear to be subtitles or sound. A pile of old magazines from Thailand and Thai cookbooks were on the coffee table. I flipped through them quickly, thankful to leave the cooking for someone else. As antiques often appear, the room looked dingy, maybe even dirty. The overall effect was wholly unappetizing.

But the smell. Oh! The smell. It brought the hunger right back. Everything in the restaurant was completely infused with curry, pepper, and basil. I have had my share of Thai food, but no restaurant has managed to utterly fill the air with the scent. I was definitely interested again, but somehow the restaurant itself managed to disinterest me again.

Just like my first experience with a Cafeteria restaurant, the dining protocol was difficult for me to eke out without asking for guidance. The restaurant has “take out” in the title, because that’s how most people order. There was a rumor that no one was supposed to be allowed to eat-in at all, but somehow we managed. I only counted 10 dining seats in the entire building, plus some deck dining. A friend and I awkwardly stood by, wondering where to sit, if we should sit, how to order, etc. We finally bit the bullet, and sat in a faraway corner and went to the counter to order. I got my standard, beef fried rice, and my friend got the green curry.

We wanted an appetizer. We couldn’t get one. It says on the menu that several dishes are so popular that they sell out and won’t remake them. Fried wontons? Thai dumplings? Nope. We get it! It’s a wildly well-liked wunderkind, but I personally still have an inclination that service industries should serve. I don’t like being inconvenienced, and this policy of not giving me fried wontons really was a nuisance. It’s at this point that the only thoughts I had were “this food better be worth it.”

It was excellent. I ordered Thai Hot, the supposed top of the heat scale. Being raised by parents who encouraged us to add pepper to everything, I have never had a problem with spice. The main conclusion I drew from Thai Siam’s definition of hot, however, was that every other Thai restaurant has lied to the American population about what “Thai Hot” could mean. I concede that it was, in fact, too hot for me. I am pleased to report that I was literally sweating. And I had to buy a few extra bottles of lemonade to cut the burning. Of course I didn’t stop eating it. It was delicious!

Thai food is smoky, and spicy, and features basil prominently. This was no different, and while it was good, with the exception of the heat it was nothing special. As one of only two Thai restaurants within a forty five minute drive, I could not help but compare it with Thai 99 in Lynchburg. Price wise, Thai Siam is a little cheaper, but the difference isn’t significant enough to merit comment. The menu selection is larger at Thai 99. I would say that the food is better at Thai Siam, but Thai 99’s service is much more inclusive. So it boils down to choice. If you want Thai food with consistency, service, and accessibility stick to Lynchburg’s Thai 99. If you want to have an adventure and do something really inopportune but really fun, venture forth, my friends, to Thai Siam.

As my friend and I ended our quest for the little Thai restaurant, we tried to maintain our composure. Neither of us could finish the entire dish because it was so spicy. As we drove back we just couldn’t stand it. Ice Cream was required and the Colleen Drive-Inn, right up the road, served that purpose excellently. The perfect ending to a fiery day? Soft serve ice cream and the windows rolled down.

Artificial Africa Not Always Negative (Feature)

by Elizabeth Young

Out of hundreds of study abroad students at Sweet Briar College from the last three years, only nine women have chosen to go anywhere on the continent of Africa for their term abroad. Being abroad is a part of our Sweet Briar Promise, citing “Global Discovery” as an integral part to any person’s educational growth, and yet the vast majority of students have chosen to pursue solely European “discovery.” Certainly more students from Sweet Briar are choosing to go to Africa, as opposed to a more traditional study abroad experience in Europe, but the proportion remains curiously low.

With a growth of available programs, Sweet Briar has a list of Study Abroad alums from countries as varied as Egypt and Tanzania. It is still a small list of women who choose to go, though, and the International Studies department does not actively encourage students to pursue time in Africa despite insisting that every major has a corresponding program on the continent. From Anthropology to Zoology, a program exists for study on the continent; social sciences can study the culture and history of Africa, science majors can examine the diverse flora and fauna the continent offers, and even arts majors can work on exploring the aesthetic of the continent.

Two Sweet Briar students who recently researched going abroad to Africa eventually decided on two different countries. As such, each had very different experiences. Just as a foreign exchange student would have a different “American” experience in Los Angeles, Bangor, ME, or Sweet Briar, these students had entirely distinctive voyages. Valuable experiences, both of them, but distinctive nonetheless.

Sarah Jones, class of 2011, spent the fall semester at the University of Stellenbosch in South Africa. Very much a college town, Stellenbosch was far removed from the images of Africa that dominate the media; whether they be from the news, a sitcom, or an infomercial asking for humanitarian aid. She says that she always had access to food and water and anything else she might need. “I lived like a ‘normal,’ affluent, white South African.” Her work with HIV/AIDS brought her to the decrepit townships on the outskirts of the city, but even that was not her focus in the project.

“We collected government condoms and we placed them in bars. A lot of people don’t associate drinking with HIV, but we instituted a program that would keep condoms behind bars for the bartenders to distribute to students,” she explained. Using her class project about spreading AIDS Awareness to inform other students in a similar socioeconomic condition reveals much about her education and her living conditions while abroad. Her explanation that the dichotomy between white Africa and black Africa is expansive is just the basic reaction. Sarah readily admits she did not feel any kind of “culture shock” in the transition to the South African University. Her time at Stellenbosch was plainly and distinctly in a white Africa, and while she regrets not being able to visit the townships more frequently, she says, “I definitely saw it, but I did not live it.”

“Fake Africa” is what Carlie Adams, class of 2010, calls Sarah Jones’ experience. Carlie spent her junior year in Senegal. This country is on the completely other side of the continent, in the Maghreb. South Africa was colonized by the Dutch for primarily the exploitation of raw materials, whereas Senegal was a former French property used as a trading post. This categorical difference between the imperialist powers that colonized each country really accounts for their different evolutions and each student’s experience abroad. While entire books have been written on why these historic differences affect every day life, the clearest reasoning is that the South African colony instituted a social separation between white colonists and black natives because of the nature of their work in the country. This did not exist to such an extent for the French in Senegal because the French never became a true majority in the country and only used their connections in Senegal to facilitate trade across the Atlantic Ocean. Sorry. History Major. I digress. The excessive differences between Sarah and Carlie’s experience, and the idea of discrediting Sarah’s time in Africa as ‘fake’, prompts the question of whose experience was more representative of Africa as a whole.

Why is it ‘fake’? “[Sarah] used English as her primary language and was in a region that was much more developed,” Carlie insisted. “My least favorite part of everyday life was the language barrier.” Sarah did not encounter this issue at all during her time in Africa. People there do speak Afrikaans, a bastardization of Dutch which is closely related to German, but on the rare occasion Sarah encountered it she was able to follow along as she speaks German. Carlie had knowledge of French, the official language of Senegal, and she was learning to speak Wolof, a language used in three different African countries, but still this language barrier existed for her.

It was not the only blockade to Carlie’s assimilation, however. “I’d like to say that I experienced a ‘real’ Africa,” Carlie mourns, but she says, “no matter how good my Wolof got, I was still white.” This immediate exclusion made it impossible to join in, especially temporarily, to African culture. There is a distinction between their African experiences, but not many students from Sweet Briar can ever really be in “Africa” anyway. The instant polarization from everyday activities that visitors to the continent face is irreparable, but it should not obstruct all semblances of a meaningful experience. Sarah was very upfront about her reasoning behind choosing South Africa: an interest in a slow opening to the continent. The highly westernized culture of the area around Stellenbosch was ideal for the structured exploring of Africa.

Their advice for other students who are thinking about choosing to spend time anywhere on the African continent? Sarah’s is one of adventure: “Don’t be afraid to take every opportunity. I regret not taking opportunities to visit townships and volunteer – giving back”. Carlie’s advice is more practical and encouraging: “I cannot even begin to explain how my education benefited from me being in Senegal… I feel like I have a much better understanding of the world.” Despite both women being clearly disappointed in their level of involvement they could attain while on their study abroad, neither regrets their decision or would choose a different location for travel. Should other students consider going to Africa? As Sarah Jones puts it: “Yes.”

Under(over)stimulated (Column 2)

by Elizabeth Young

The world isn’t always interesting. Sometimes I troll the internet for hours, eavesdrop on an unknown number of conversations, and watch the news until they start recycling the stories and nothing will catch my attention. I guess it’s telling about where my interests lie that I can’t scare up some good stories to relay on to you all. When I’m looking through the media, watching CNN, HLN, MSN, there is so much information to weed through. Believe me I searched.

Hard news? Nah, I can’t really talk about that. In World News, former pop-sensation Shakira recently visited Haitian camps to promote her charitable organization (coughHERSELFcough). But who really wants another snarky diatribe against celebrity photo-ops in underdeveloped nations? I was a little worried about the fact that CNN thought this was riveting news. Do they not know she’s not important anymore, and that multiple natural disasters have occurred since the earthquake in Haiti? On a completely different note, the death of the Polish president is, indeed, tragic and news that I was personally interested in following but not column worthy. I did notice that some of the press coverage mentioned that the now deceased President’s twin brother is the former Prime Minister of Poland. I feel like I should have known that before, but I don’t feel I can comment on it for a solid 800 words. My background just isn’t that strong. It just so happens that I can write you a thirty page paper about Poland’s participation in the EU’s agricultural program, the CAP, and its international implications. But that’s not exactly relevant.

The Mining Incident in West Virginia is at the forefront of American news but that requires a working knowledge of…something…to properly comment on. Unions, safety in the workplace, and the Headline News Network even managed to put a religious spin on the topic, but alas: I haven’t the faintest idea what I would talk about. There are also the San Diego earthquakes, but having never been to San Diego or experienced an earthquake, I feel my commentary would be inadequate.

When real news fails to produce fascinating tidbits, I turn to Perez Hilton. Don’t judge me! A decent scandal is good for half a dozen blog posts on Perez, and I went back about twelve pages before I realized anything earlier has already been picked up by various news outlets and therefore is no longer good gossip fodder. The only things they really covered before hand is plastic surgery and Tiger Woods. Bored. Oh, and apparently Rowan Atkinson is desperate for work. There’s going to be a Johnny English 2. Normally, I’m a firm believer in “why not”, but really? Perhaps a commentary on how the studio system in Hollywood needs to re-evaluate their cost/benefit analysis would be fitting. Oops, I don’t think that I can get any clearer than that, particularly when coupled with the example. Oh well, moving on.

Switching to campus news, again I’ve hit a dead end. We’re in tap club season but it’s after Spring Step Singing so most of the drama-rama has passed. The graduation and senior week problems are solved or not yet issued. The lesbian news is rife but don’t ask, don’t tell right? It’s probably bad form, anyway. And I don’t even know if I’m allowed to discuss it, come to think of it. There are some things that we don’t talk about, you know. As an active gossip monger, I could take this opportunity to stretch the truth and create scandal from nothing which would be fun. I imagine there would be repercussions or something though…not as much fun.

There’s not even fluffy news like a new youtube or another internet sensation floating around. Fads seem to last for even shorter periods of time than in the past because of the immediate nature of the news NOW. With 24 hour programming and the internet there’s just so much news that the news isn’t news anymore and I can’t see the forest for the trees. So what’s a girl to write about? I dunno, but there’s sure to be some bullshit happening somewhere.

A 'Tweet' Deal (Op-Ed)

by Elizabeth Young

“i've been cooking like every night for my friends, as well as myself and i make the BEST (i think lol) Coconut Chicken”

While I’m sure Lindsay Lohan herself thinks this is excellent news, most of the rest of the world would disagree. It’s inane, and the Library of Congress wants to save it forever. The Library of Congress announced on April 14th that they had acquired every public tweet ever…and they want to save them all forever too. While Library of Congress and Google are excited about the insight this could give historians about the layman’s reaction to such major events as the Haitian Earthquake or the release of the iPad, preserving every little thought anyone ever had is a complete waste of time.

By cataloguing the “tweets” of the world, the Library of Congress is forgetting Twitter’s primary functions. People use the social networking service as a way to send quick messages to friends, despite having other platforms for this, and companies and celebrities use Twitter.com as PR and marketing. Twitter, as a result, largely consists of frivolous and excessive information. While a number of people do use Twitter as their electronic soap box and say excellent, profound, concise statements, finding these statements would be difficult. Not only will we have to see the forest through the trees, we need to identify which trees are worth looking at individually. And I admit I shudder to think of someone looking up the hours when an important Supreme Court decision was made only to find a proliferation of the exact same link with no commentary, or worse over 90% of the tweets being completely vapid and irrelevant. What will “they” think of our society? Or, better question, will cataloguing the tweets give historians an accurate picture of the whole society?

Nope. But they might shed light on a few formative sub-groups such as teens, celebrities, and corporate culture. Not only will identifying influential Twitter situations become difficult, defining relevant sub cultures will also become part of the task. With over 75 million twitter users, though, the demographic would be pretty intensive. These groups I’ve identified as Twitter users are not the usual subjects when it comes to historical studies. Anthropologically, perhaps it’s fair to state that all the digitization we’ve experienced has forced these groups into the spotlight when it comes to recording things “for posterity.” But there’s only so much posterity we can handle.

In this the age of communication where 50 million sentences of 140 characters or less are sent out each day on the Twitter platform, the inane thoughts of people like Tyra Banks, Stephen Colbert, or, God forbid, your next door neighbor just don’t matter. I don’t care if Joe Jonas says goodnight to his fans or that certain campus citizens are currently drunk. Normally the answer for this problem is simple: don’t follow them. But the Library of Congress is legitimizing their thoughts as historically significant, as primary source data for future generations. Every thought.

I’m not anti-Twitter; I actually love it. Do I think that our president’s celebratory election tweet should be saved? Yes. I also love that companies and organizations are soliciting advice and suggestions from their followers. But I use Twitter because I like forewarning for the Hirschorn Museum’s after hours programs and that stores give me online coupons when I follow them and that my cousin’s radio show can remind me when it’s on. I’ll even admit I follow GaryJBusey just because it’s hilarious. This is why Twitter is useful on a day to day basis; it’s very personalized. It’s everything I’ve built up to entertain me, inform me, and aid me. Keyword: me. I, as a unit of historical evidence, am not relevant.

Google says that it wants to focus more on tracing the trending topics than the individual tweets. They want to know things like how many people type “Barack Obama” and whether or not the frequency has a correlation to major events in his career. This is data I can support, because if there’s anything studying history has taught me it’s that there are simply too many people in the world to care about every little anomaly and deviation; Twitter being the perfect example of why the electronic age has the potential to really crowd the vision of scholars.

Take, as an example, an entertainment event such as an awards show because the data supply is rife. Everyone watching sent immediate updates like “OMG Jeff Bridges totes just won best actor”, “Congrats Jeff Bridges, you deserve your oscar”, “haha Jeff Bridges just said groovy in his acceptance speech.” As a historian, the important information to be gleaned, if your research topic should fall in this category, is how many people sent congratulatory tweets vs tweets wishing someone else had won and at what times the frequency was largest, etc. Data. Statistics. Numbers. Sure tweets such as ‘MrZiler’s’ “Jeff Bridges won an oscar for drinking, smoking, and finger banging Maggie Gyllenhaal...My Hero!” will be lost to us and the originality and comedic aspects might even have merit. But think how many useless “yay Jeff Bridges” tweets we don’t need to weed through if we only catalogue that fact that Jeff Bridges was mentioned.

Keeping the archives to every public tweet on Twitter will cut down on much of the personal exchange beyond saved, because people with protected statuses won’t have their data submitted. That’s a plus. Twitter also has multiple systems in place to gauge the success of any tweet: the number of people who “re-tweet” the statement, the number of people who favorite any given status, and the number of people who follow any one user. Perhaps by implementing some sort of numerical determinant the Library of Congress can decide which individual statements are worth keeping? With the addition of selected users being documented fully, such as the White House or the Library itself, a clear and useful picture of our society’s thoughts on relevant issues might emerge.

I’m still trying to imagine situations where an academic would be eager to have this data and I suppose I see the point some have made about understanding what people think is important at any given time, or how people are reacting to a situation. Ethnographers rejoice. But just knowing that I could look up how many people tweeted that their dog was going to the vet that day or the number of people who tweeted just the word “hungry” puts me back at square one. SO IRRELEVANT.

Jonesie (Profile)

by Elizabeth Young

Sarah Jones is not wearing socks. In fact, she’s wearing sandals. Usually that would be an unremarkable fact, but it is early February and Sweet Briar College just had 8 inches of snow. Socks are too constrictive, no matter what. The college junior, socks or sandals, is counted among the students who were fortunate enough to explore that world beyond college and study abroad. Sarah spent last semester at the University of Stellenbosch, in South Africa. Using the program to gain a “good introduction” to the continent that not many from Sweet Briar travel to, Sarah utilized a program that no other Sweet Briar student has before. Sarah also studied abroad during High School, experiencing Germany and Italy, but this was her first trip to the continent of Africa. In addition to being in an unfamiliar situation for study abroad, she had little personal experience or education with the specific country’s history or political situation before she left. From the late 1940s to the early 1990s, the government in South Africa enforced legal racial segregation. This period was called Apartheid. Sarah indicated that much of her knowledge of the infamous Apartheid that so defines the nation came from a fictional made-for-TV Disney movie called The Color of Friendship.

Despite this limited previous experience, her feet-first attitude led her through a semester of new experiences. She attributes this sense of adventure to her time with SWEBOP, the Sweet Briar Outdoors Program. Even if she did not prepare for her trip to South Africa by researching the nation, she was given advice for her trip and used her extra-curricular activities to help prepare her. Sarah said, “To work with SWEBOP you need a sense of adventure… Also, my hygiene standards were relaxed, which was helpful [in Africa].” This sense of adventure led her beyond the college experience in South Africa to safari, where she was charged by a rhinoceros and also charged back, and off the highest bungee jump in the world. Within days of each other. The casual attitude exhibited as she relays these anecdotes is characteristic of the girl whom friends call “Jonesie,” and her attitude extends to the so-called safety issues of living in South Africa. Saying she “never felt consistently unsafe,” Sarah dismissed the possibility of being murdered to a higher probability of being mugged, raped, or otherwise accosted non-fatally.

In explaining her life in South Africa, though, she admits that her experience was drastically different from the lives of people in townships, accounting for her sense of security in the foreign nation. Friends of hers went so far as to insist that she lived in “Fake Africa” for the semester, not experiencing the continent at all. The consistent access to food and water set her apart from the poverty-stricken sections of towns that she rarely visited. Sarah disagreed, knowing the trip was supposed to mark the beginning of the African Experience and insisting that it was the perfect place to get accustomed to the possibilities Africa holds. It does seem a shame that she was unable to spend more time in the more decrepit parts of town, a fact she laments.

That’s not to say she was 100% taken care of; she was required to think on her feet, another trick that she developed through SWEBOP. From forming clotheslines out of belts to developing her own AIDS awareness programs, not to mention an improvement in her cooking ability, Sarah had to get creative with her resources. It could be taxing, for someone used to the comforts of Sweet Briar, and homesickness was not absent. “There were a lot of days that I didn’t want to be there, and missed home. It’s okay to not have a good time, all the time,” Sarah insisted. The benefits of her time in South Africa were worth whatever disappointment Sarah had with her living situation and homesickness. Her work with HIV/AIDS, specifically, was important for her education. “The work we did with HIV was funded by US Aid and being able to create those programs with NGO funding is a valuable experience.”

But does she wish she’d gone anywhere else for her study abroad semester? The answer was a categorical, “No.”

Musical Revolution (Review 1)

by Elizabeth Young

We were promised a music purchasing revolution in the digital age. Companies like Napster tried, but they got bogged down in the legalities and were forced to revert back to the expensive pay-per-track system. Bands like Radiohead also attempted to transform the music industry by letting fans choose how much they’d pay for albums, but too many fans abused the system. While these approaches clearly had their day, neither of these new ways to own music has really stuck. That’s why I was surprised to learn that there has been a website in business for almost three years that serves as an alternative to the behemoths like iTunes.

A week ago, I randomly stumbled onto the website AmieStreet.com while I was searching for information on an Avant Garde string duo (they’re called Chess, and they’re awesome). I didn’t understand why the CD was selling for $10 on Napster’s newer, legal software and only $1.65 on Amie Street. My first thought was that it was either illegal or malware. The answer, however, is demand based pricing. Every track on the website starts off, at most, 10 cents (often free). Then as people download it, recommend it, or listen to clips of it, the website uses an equation to gauge the demand for the song. As the demand increases so does the price; individual tracks top out at 99 cents. So in my case, Chess clearly didn’t have a popular album. The pro to this approach is really fresh, young music being just a click (and sometimes a free click) away; the corresponding con is that there is a lot of bad music to weed through. But the hunt is exhilarating.

I spent four hours on this website the first day I stumbled upon it. I decided that in order to keep myself from blowing tons of money really quickly, I would make a wish list and then pick and choose what I wanted to initially purchase. Oh, the best laid schemes…

No matter what you’re into, this website has it hidden somewhere in its depths. From The John Betsch Society to John Wilkes Booth, even John Lee Hooker. For those of you unfamiliar with this cast of characters, they’re très different. Because Amie Street isn’t just interested in new, hip, experimental and sometimes admittedly ill produced music, Mos Def, The Eels, Belle and Sebastian, and the Barenaked Ladies all have albums and tracks on AmieStreet.com. The secret to Amie Street is to search for a specific sound, and not a specific artist’s name. They have an impressive Blues/Jazz section as well as a pretty good Comedy section filled with famous artists (George Carlin? Yes, please!). And if you ever want a copy of a classical work, I would check this website for a free or cheap version before I looked elsewhere. Rap, Electronica, Bluegrass, and Religious are very well represented. The separation between these genres is immense and yet they all have a home on Amie Street.

When you register, the website sends you a playlist of 75 popular downloaded songs fo’ free. Weeding through them revealed artists that I added, along with my imported Pandora.com preferences, to an ever growing and unwieldy wish list. I also stumbled upon some truly awful music (think: your next door neighbor’s poorly produced piano renditions of church hymns), but the website really wants to help you discover their artists. Downloading music is all about searching for what you know you already like, but at Amie Street, it’s about branching out and finding recommendations and fresh jams. Sure the suggestions were off a few times – the program seemed convinced that I loved Caribbean style Electro-Pop and it also thinks that Queen and The Decemberists sound similar – but overall each rec added three or four more artists to my radar.

The way I usually shop is by deciding the maximum I’d be willing to pay for something and then if the price is actually lower or comparable, I purchase it. This method can present a problem when using AmieStreet.com, I found. One of the artists I had put on my list, Byron Pace, was good and I enjoyed his music, however it wasn’t love. But I had said that I would be willing to pay $2.50 for the 6-track album, and it was free. So I purchased it. Immediately afterwards I felt so….so…douchey. In front of my very eyes the price of the album jumped from $0.00 to $0.90. While that doesn’t seem like much, I knew that it meant that I might have just discouraged someone from purchasing his music who might have grown into a true fan. I know it would have deterred me. Since then some of his songs have grown on me more but I still don’t love it as much as my Sylvie Lewis purchase, or Consumption Junction, or Jukebox the Ghost.

Amie Street is really service-oriented and has a lot of great perks. I was pleased to discover that pre-paying $75 will win you $25 of credit. That’s a lot of music on this website! This deal is only good if you know you’ll be haunting the website like I plan on doing. At this time I decided to forgo the pre-pay option due to funds (or lack thereof), although I imagine eventually I’ll take advantage of the system. You can also re-download it later or listen online. Once you purchase music if you visit the listing you can hear the songs in full, and not just the clips others can hear. You can also listen to the full songs by accessing your “Library” from any internet connection. Fair warning! If you want to listen on your own music platform you’ll need an unzipping program like AlZip or WinZip.


Exploring this website was half the fun of the music. It’s also extremely time consuming. Pulling myself away from it long enough to write this review has been difficult, to say the least. Take that as you please. What was most surprising about this website was that it has been in existence for as long as it has and no one I talked to about the service had heard of it. This isn’t the digital revolution I was imagining, but it’s not only legal, the bands that utilize it are grateful that their songs are being heard. I am more than happy to oblige. I wish I were a recording artist so I could review everything Amie Street does for its young musicians, too. I bet they’d be just as accommodating as they are to customers.