Yo. Here's the deal.
Got into New York last night. Had my last ever cigarette. Went to sleep. Bought some cigarettes. I'm at my hostel now using the ridiculously expensive internet, so I'll keep this brief.
Just to address some of the issues that Will put forth in his post below. Yes, there is terrible friction in my own thinking. I am essentially putting myself on the level of the Kantian believers in absolute artistic values that I shed so much scorn on in my manifesto. By searching for my artistic fix predominantly in the (apparently) kitsch and vacuous, and fighting its corner as the populist superior of 'high' art (because if more people like it, it's better, no?) I'm making the same kind of subjective judgements that I've set out to avoid. It's a terrible thing that I try my best to steer clear of, but I'm framing this project in my own artistic experience - I've had so much trouble taking my own musical projects 'seriously', and it's probable that this is part of an underlying reaction against what is traditionally perceived as being authentic. A reverse snobbery.
I've been thinking of the parallels between rock stars and rock star behaviour and the idea of the 'genius' or 'creator' with access to realms of creativity shut off to mere accountants and mortals. I don't have time to wax on this right now, but I'll knock something together for my next post.
Rock on,
Oliver
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2 comments:
Sunset People is awesome but I Feel Love has unicorn blood coursing through it, listening to it is like a reassurance that you are going to be young forever.
Didn't Blue Monday kinda rip off a whole load of tracks as well as Our Love? Including sampling Uranium by Kraftwerk and the arrangement of Dirty Talk by Klein & Mbo? THE WHOLE SONG IS JUST PHONEY.
'Realms of creativity shut off to mere accountants and mortals'- typical bloody arts student xxx
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