Concert Review: Citizen Cope

Tonight I saw Citizen Cope for his first of two shows at the Ogden Theatre here in Denver. I’ve become a fan of theirs over the last two or so years. Something about the songs appeal to me on several levels, leading me to believe that the singer (Clarence Greenwood) was passionate about his music.

In person, it certainly seems as if he is as into his music as the crowd is. Most of the songs are performed with his eyes closed (or mostly so), hand gestures and dancing around that show his passion. At times, he is almost awkward with his movements, giving me the impression that he is desperate to share his music while also keeping pieces close to him. Incredibly thankful, he clearly appreciates his audience and performs for them. Watching Greenwood compared to more mainstream acts and you really see the distinction between a musician and an industry generated puppet singing as a business.

The show started a bit late, but ran a full two hours and then some. With one encore, Citizen Cope played more than 15 songs with some extended versions of the songs that you’d only hear in concert. For about $30, this was exactly the kind of concert I love; great music, small venue, long set and a crowd that was as into it as the band. Even the older lady behind me who had never heard one of their songs until this concert couldn’t help but dance to the music.

No opening band, so people were inside early and not waiting in a line outside. The music playing before Citizen Cope took the stage was good. A lot of songs I don’t think I’ve heard, including a few that had half the audience singing along. Heard one really good song with a female vocalist. While I heard some of the lyrics, it is extremely difficult to remember them through a two hour concert of a different band. Doh!

The Ogden is a pretty small venue. I try to get a railing spot on the first level above the pit, as you are eye level with the performer’s knees, but only 25 feet away at most. It gives the feeling of a very personal and up-close concert.

While waiting, a few drunk girls in front of me in the pit were amusing. One made me and the two guys next to me all promise not to ‘roofie her’. Apparently she had a bad experience with being slipped a roofie at a Wu-tang concert ten years ago. I promised, and kept my word.

The amount of pot being smoked at the concert was humorous. The three or four girls waving their bras all concert was silly.

Dancing for almost two hours was great, but my feet will regret it tomorrow no doubt.

And You Will Know me by the Trail of Bits… (no more free bugs)

This sums up the direction I have been heading in for some time now with regards to vulnerability disclosure. After ten years of handling vulnerability disclosure for various companies and OSVDB, I am fed up with the process. It always involves an incredible amount of time and effort hand-holding the vendor, explaining concepts they should readily understand, ensuring them that you mean no harm and submitting to their procedures and timelines, all to be ‘responsible’.

At all levels of the vulnerability discovery and disclosure process, there is value. Many people in our industry are seemingly stuck in the 1990’s mindset regarding vulnerability value. The methodology for discovering vulnerabilities has value, as new methods fuel white papers that drive advertising to niche companies. Customized tools allow for easier discovery and more reliable exploitation of vulnerabilities that give value to the tool maker as well as the companies that use them to perform commercial work. While a vulnerability is being disclosed, it has value for companies that sell such information or provide defensive technology that can look for the resulting exploits. Even after disclosure they become a form of advertising to companies and resume fodder for individuals.

The views of folks like Ross Thomas from Sophos are silly. If a researcher spends the time to discover, research and document a vulnerability, of course it is theirs to do as they please. Vendors need to come up with a reason why responsible disclosure really benefits everyone, not just ‘their customers’. Of course it benefits their customers, but it also benefits their bottom line, which is the vendor’s verification of vulnerability value (channel Hugo Weaving as you say that line).

Is that the best you can do?

Invariably, when I mention my Guinea Pigs to people, one of the most common and consistent reactions is to tell me that people eat them in South America. ZOMG REALLY? THANKS INFO. Oh wait, that isn’t the response they wanted. ZOMG REALLY?! POOR PIGS IM SO SHOCKED AND DISGUSTED! There, does that work for you? Make you happy?

Please, for the love of whatever you consider holy, consider that I have read more about the uses of Guinea Pigs in South American cultures than you have. Cooking a gpig and eating it is part of their culture. Guinea Pigs also have a much higher protein value and are considerably better to eat than many of the meats Americans partake in.

While you are HAR HAR HORFING all over yourself in glee as you tell me this totally barbaric tale of edible Cavies, why not evolve and tell me how they are also rubbed on the body of sick people, killed, cut open and used as a form of diagnosis to determine what ails the person. Some South American cultures believe that the Guinea Pig’s organs will turn black where the person’s sickness is. Maybe you should tell me about all the creative ways they have to kill a Guinea Pig; cutting them open, snapping their neck, smacking them against a wall, stepping on them.

Really folks, it doesn’t shock me. I’ve read more about it than you have. I’ve seen more pictures of it all and I could probably find a cart in New York city that sells freshly cooked Guinea Pig meat faster than you can.

There is a huge difference between using an animal that is a local resource for sustenance, economy and healing, and using them as frequently mistreated and abused pets in rural America. I rescue Guinea Pigs from cruel fat stupid Americans; I have no illusion of changing 5,000 years of South American culture and history.

Until the next time you bring up this mindless crap, remember that some cultures eat cats, dogs, snakes and all the other beloved pets Americans love to keep.