You Need to Hear This Extremely Rare Recording 

A remembrance: Casey Kasem, Comic Book Guy, Wu-Tang Clan, and a dog named Snuggles

Rex Sorgatz
The Message

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“You must hear it,” hissed my friend. “Casey Kasem completely loses his shit.”

Invoking that name — that mighty American Top 40 baritone — already carbon-dates this conversation. The setting: a college campus in a bygone era, when FM radio hosts could be mentioned in casual conversation, an epoch before Google crawled the earth.

“It’s extreeeemely raaaare,” continued my collegiate companion, elongating the vowels with pronounced superiority.

“Oh, it’s extremely rare?” I played along. “Can I hear it?”

“It’s on the internet,” he spat back. “alt.binaries.music.”

I had no idea what he was talking about. It sounded like a jumble of random syllables, the sputtering noise that my cranky Oldsmobile Cutlass made when trying to start on winter mornings.

“Never mind,” he groaned, not even hiding his smug contempt. “I’ll make a hard copy for you.”

The next day, he was pounding on my dorm room door, a cassette tape in hand, which had five words scrawled on it:

extremely rare: fucking dog dying

Sliding the tape into my boombox, suspiciously, I pressed play. This short bit of audio — an illicitly recorded out-take from Casey Kasem’s radio show — filled the room:

Casey Kasem, “American Top 40"
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fDYK2H0ldbo

When it was over, I pressed rewind. Then play. Rewind again. And play again.

Then I immediately made three cassette copies. I wanted a fourth, but decided not to dub over my copy of Van Halen II.

Long-Distance Dedications

“Extremely rare” — that phrase sounds so peculiar today.

With access to infinite bytes of media, describing a digital object as “rare” sticks out like a lumbering anachronism. YouTube — the official home of lumbering anachronisms — excels at these extraordinarily contradictory moments. Here, for instance, are the Beatles, performing a “VERY RARE” rendition of “Happy Birthday”:

“Happy Birthday,”
The Beatles
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S7QxOllK0VU

That sonic obscurity has been heard 2.3 million times.

And here is a “Rare Acoustic” version of Slash performing “Sweet Child O’ Mine”:

“Sweet Child O’ Mine,” Slash
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bRfc_Y_AsLo

Over 26 million have devoured this esoteric Axl-less morsel.

More? Nearly 5 million people have heard Bob Marley opine “No Woman No Cry” (“version rare”), while a bit of conspiratorial Area 51 footage (“RARE,” of course) has racked up 1.5 million views. And some Woody Allen standup from 1965 (excitedly: “RARE!”) has garnered a half-million views, while double that number have endured a Marlon Brando screentest (prosaically: “Rare”).

I’ve made my point.

“Rare” is such an quizzical descriptor, a blatant contradiction of the very nature of digital culture. Rarity describes a state of scarcity, and as we enter a proto-post-scarcity economy, digital stuff defies such shortages.

Things are no longer rare; they are either popular or unpopular.

Rarity itself has become very rare.

Zoinks!

As Casey Kasem would say, let’s pause for station identification.

If you were a teenager between 1970 and 1995, you likely heard American Top 40 on FM radio on weekend afternoons.

Many Americans share this memory, but we sometimes forget that Casey Kasem’s voice was also there for us after school, as the voice of Shaggy on Scooby-Doo. On the weekends, he was counting ‘em down, but during the week he was solving crimes for scooby snacks.

Casey Kasem’s infamous “dog dying meltdown” occurred on September 14, 1985. His script dictated a segue from “Dare Me,” a lively hit by the Pointer Sisters, into a sentimental dedication about a dog named Snuggles. You can see his point about this being one of those “up-tempo goddamn numbers.”:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3IprBx1OlBk

The Rebirth of Cool

A story for the millennials in the room: Once upon a time, owning a rare media object was sorta cool. But some people used these objects to project their cultural superiority, which was pretty lame.

Here is an abridged list of rarefied cultural artifacts — actual physical objects — that I may or may not have, at one time or another, wielded to illustrate a heightened state of aesthetic awareness:

  • A satirical print newspaper only distributed in Madison, Wisconsin
  • A VHS tape of a Star Trek actor performing a cover of “Rocket Man”
  • A 7-inch single from a punk band from Chapel Hill
  • A “hidden track” on a CD put out by Geffen Records
  • A DVD-R of a docudrama on Karen Carpenter enacted with Barbie dolls
  • A CD single by a San Francisco-based band that samples Casey Kasem

That last one applies to the story at hand.

Yes, in 1991, the band Negativland released a song, titled “I Still Haven’t Found What I’m Looking For,” on SST Records. You will instantly recognize the sample that kicks off this up-tempo number:

The cover art for Negativland’s album, “U2”

U2's label, Island Records, immediately filed for copyright infringement. (The mashup also contains an extended eponymous sample of U2's song — and that album cover probably didn’t help their case). A federal judge issued a restraining order, forcing the band to pay restitution and track down all copies of the song.

That tactic worked, briefly. But today, if you search for Negativland on YouTube, that song is by far the most popular result. A classic example of the Streisand Effect, trying to hide the song — attempting to force it into a state of rarity — only made it more popular.

The economics of popularity can be gamed, but scarcity is a devil’s trade.

Worst. Analogy. Ever.

No conversation about rarity can overlook everyone’s favorite obscurantist, Comic Book Guy, the character from The Simpsons who, like my college friend with the cassette tape, proudly spewed his inscrutable cultural knowledge.

Comic Book Guy was a fantastic character — the quintessential ’90s arch douche, the know-it-all aesthete. The archetype was also a grim reality: Everyone knew a Comic Book Guy, or, more likely, several Comic Books Guys.

“Thanks god there’s only one of these every day.”
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qniaq3fJ8nU

Today, I don’t know any Comic Book Guys. That type of overblown pretentiousness is now usually laughed out of the room. Because all media — all text, all audio, all video — is so wildly abundant, “knowing first” has become effortless. The skill (and hubris) of being media cool has completely dissipated.

Rare, once a synonym for obscure,
is now a synonym for unpopular.
And no one wants to be unpopular.

But the Comic Book Guy of today doesn’t need cultural objects to advertise his superiority. The skill of today’s Comic Book Guy is knowing what to say about things.

Here, for example, is a typical early Comic Book Guy interaction, from the second season of The Simpsons, in which Bart seeks a prized object, the first edition of his favorite comic book:

Comic Book Guy: Behold.

Bart: Wow! Radioactive Man number one.

Comic Book Guy: None other.

Bart: I bet it’s worth a million bucks.

Comic Book Guy: It is my lad, but I will let you have it for a hundred because you remind me of me.

Bart: Aw, all I got is thirty.

Comic Book Guy: Then you cannot have.

Bart: But I must. Until this moment I never knew why God put me on this earth, but now I know, to buy that comic book.

Comic Book Guy: Your emotion is out of place here, son.

That’s early Comic Book Guy — the supreme artifact collector.

A mere six seasons later, during which time the internet has transformed society, Comic Book Guy has morphed into a different archetype. Now, talking again to Bart, he is the quintessential internet commenter:

Comic Book Guy: Last night’s Itchy & Scratchy was, without a doubt, the worst episode ever. Rest assured I was on the internet within minutes registering my disgust throughout the world.

Bart: Hey, I know it wasn’t great, but what right do you have to complain?

Comic Book Guy: As a loyal viewer, I feel they owe me.

Bart: What? They’re giving you thousands of hours of entertainment for free. What could they possibly owe you? I mean, if anything, you owe them.

Comic Book Guy: Worst episode ever.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iuslWRCnbyA

From snobby obscurist to pretentious scold, from rarity to reaction. As Comic Book Guy shows, you no longer have to be “in the know.” You just have to know what to say.

A Return to Rare: A Poll

Here’s a test: Try to think of a modern media object that is truly rare. It’s not easy.

I asked some friends for help, by posing this question: Can you think of a media object — anything that can be digitally reproduced — that is rare in our times? Here are some answers that I received, all of which, it turns out, are widely available online:

If the Ark of the Covenant were discovered tomorrow, it would leap from mythical to pervasive in a second, never having known what it was to be rare.

Once Upon a Time in Rarity

And that brings us, finally, to the Wu-Tang Clan.

Once Upon a Time In Shaolin, scluzay.com

A few months ago, Wu-Tang announced that they would produce exactly one copy of their new album, Once Upon a Time In Shaolin, and that single copy would be sold to the highest bidder. Already priced at several million dollars, the album, which is encased in a handmade silver and nickel box, is an experiment with one desired outcome: To create scarcity in a time of media abundance.

It is geniusly ridiculous. Its brilliance lies in its utter fallibility. It exists to be defied.

Has it leaked? Not yet.

But will it leak? Of course it will leak. The term “leak” itself already insinuates a scarcity that will be broken.

But for now, it is rare.

“Dear Casey, your voice is like butter to our ears. Could you please find a way to get that audible chocolate on the airwaves?”
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ktytnQHvlww

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Rex Sorgatz
The Message

creative technologist, author, entrepreneur, designer, consultant rexsorgatz@gmail.com