Posts Tagged ‘beatles’
Matt Sez: YOU’RE SELLING; I’M NOT BUYING
“The really hopeless victims of mental illness are to be found among those who appear to be most normal…they are normal only in relation to a profoundly abnormal society.” Aldous Huxley, Brave New World Revisited
Look. Listen. The (western) world is a strange place filled with, in no particular order or scope, the music of Vietnam, broken circuses, moving pictures, heroin substitutes, mistrust, danger, mediums and messages, misbegotten love, gross spiritual malfeasance and manufactured, infatuated titillation. It is a world in which all is revealed and nothing is known. It is a world of codified information. Signs with no signification at all. Knowledge without a cure. Perfectly adjustable, layered, beautiful, endless propaganda, after the cynical. Post-humour. Post-artificial, post-artifice, post-art. A culture with a buried sense of acute failure—shifting footing, or, insecurity without preparation—willing an ethos that is delusional at best. Invention without need. Poison without antidote. Sickness without cure. Culture without art.
Now. I know…The death of art? Nothing, instead of something? –Baudrillard.
But I am artistic. I love art. I know what I’m saying. Art is more important than ever. You say it, but it ain’t so. This is just some weird bullshit that can be countered. With proof, decimated. With anecdotal evidence, dismantled. With the personal, assuaged. With the real, disappeared. I know. A million, a billion, six billion individual experiences—Art and me: We, connected.
Sure we are. But do a million points of light make a city? Do single points make a line? Do the parts make the sum? Can individual mental illnesses cure conformity? Bear with me, I have a point.
In the face of society and aggregate human being, the truly artistic has become an isolated experience, a splinter of icy cool direct observation—of personal value, but only precisely commiserate with the self. Virtuous, sure, but weighed against the amassed purple and gold art, courtesan art, cold thin rail art that imposes itself like a new language, the authentic is globally stomped, intrinsically branded, irrevocably curbed. In a migration from production to reproduction. Birth to facsimile. Facsimile to fascism.
And every day there is a war outside our minds. On the airwaves, via the Internet, and in nearly every image/word/sound/circumstance we encounter. Verbally out manoeuvred, politically excised, socially disenfranchised by new art muscle. The art of smiling suppression. Happy-to-take-your-money art. Happy to be your meaning, never your anti-meaning, art. Art as a state of being. The art of misdirection. The art of irrelevance. The art of belonging. No more unreal, no more contrast, no more definition by opposition, no more artifice. No more sacrifice—only one art, one commodity, one language, one endless design. A career gig—
Deviants and the mentally ill need not apply.
Posted by Matt
09-09-09
I went to visit my parents over the long weekend.
True to form, when I arrived, my dad was wearing a ‘Let It Be’ t-shirt and blaring the Sgt Peppers album on a 4-track reel to reel.
Pretty much from birth to age 10, I heard at least two Beatles songs per day and could recite most of the lyrics by the time I was 12.
I thank my dad now for basically raising me on the Beatles and we have both been really looking forward to the official release of the Beatles remastered catalog today (although it’s looking like I’ll have to battle it out to get my hands on a set).
The Libertines do an excellent job on this Beatles cover by not straying far from the original.
The Libertines – Eight Days A Week (Beatles Cover)
Oh yeah… and leave it to Yoko Ono to cause some controversy whenever she can.
Special Mashup Post #1
Mashups are great. It’s all about the novelty of hearing a song in an entirely different context, bringing attention to different elements that you wouldn’t notice. True, a lot of mashups are nothing but functional dancefloor fillers, but there are also some really good works of art in the mashup world. Here are some examples. They are both from mix CDs but still highly listenable as songs.
The Beatles vs Kraftwerk – Tour Da Elenor Rigby (Soulwax Remix)
Chicken Lips – Zeefungk Clap Slap ft Ciccone youth – Me and Jill
