Music, Verbosity, and Anything Else

Friday, August 04, 2006

Screw it. Here goes.

I have a friend who is rather active in the blogosphere. "I Shame the Matriarchy"(formerly "Paleofeminist")swings a heavy bat at the plate; it is referenced in Wikipedia as a mover/shaker-type blog. I was impressed(though who knows? Lots of blogs may be referenced nowadays...I'm a little behind the nanocurve)and even moved enough to attempt to post comments on her subjects. I discovered one needed a blog of their own to post.(or maybe not...there's lots of ways around everything but I'm a thirty-year-old dinosaur) So, I hemmed and hawed over justifying having a blog by making entries. I must admit I felt dwarfed by the breadth, acumen and importance of posts and posters on Antiprincess' blog(Hi!)so I hemmed and hawed some more. Nothing was done.

Tonight I am mad enough to be creative. I won't be specific as to events but suffice it to say if I came across a special interest group handing out leaflets bearing the words "Ban Marriage Now!" I might at least read it. Humans are the universe's most emotionally irresponsible beings. Most people just aren't ready.

In addition, I have been mad about the state of music for years. Theory geeks are more than welcome here; your thoughts and thinking are sorely underused in composition today(everything's a composition)and it shows in many places. General audience music is like the slowest ride at the carnival you've been riding for years and your body can tell down to how many fractions of a second when that next turn is, what concession stand you'll see coming out of that turn, how many degrees you've turned, what the ride operator looks like, etc. Many rock bands are now exploring semi-virtuosic two-guitar attack but have still not grasped the essence of a song. Film music all sounds like three scores now(one of them was "Braveheart")and has tarnished a few otherwise good or even great movies.(Long aside here..."The Lord of the Rings" trilogy, right. I adore the books and feel, aside from a few changes(Tom Bombadil, Faramir does NOT take Frodo and Sam back to Osgiliath, The Scourging...)I was awed by the movies, all. The score sucked. Flat. Out. Sucked. Perhaps the lamest moment was the introduction of Shadowfax in "The Two Towers". Flabby and ignoble. In comparison to Star Wars ad infinitum it pales because of a lack of truly memorable music. Seeing as how both Henry Mancini and Bernard Herrmann are gone, John Williams should have done the score. This Howard Shore guy is a schmutz.)

Jazz all sounds so safe now. The heady days of exploration that birthed Bird, Trane, Miles, Herbie, Chick, and countless other luminaries seem gone. Most new jazz seems a volcanic exposition of chops or some clinical, overproduced lite-sexy-funk thing. Bring back Rudy Van Gelder and his two Neumann microphones! Rap might improve if real musicians backed artists. I can't take the synthetic digital everything. They should hook up with gospel musicians.

In 662 or so years that bullshit John Cage compostion that lasts 663 or so years will come to a conclusion. The celebration of such vanities simply imply all the good music has already been written. It seems a death knell for classical music as "High Art." Sure, it's still celebrated but the genre's inflated sense of exclusivity draws a socio-economic caste-line much like golf, tennis or skiing do.

I guess I'll stop now. Maybe someone, someday, will read this and say "what a jerk." Please say so!

24 Comments:

Blogger antiprincess said...

I know. isn't he cute?

(I probably shouldn't talk like this about him as though he's not sitting on my sofa RIGHT THIS MINUTE...)

8:36 PM  
Blogger TheAdequateDer said...

Wow! AntiP puts a plug up on her own blog one minute and the next...woosh! This interweb thing is mighty swift.

Ms. |Lab, I am honored that you should be my first poster. AP was beaming at me when she revealed you first posted on her blog. Your irreverant and insightful commentary have set my mind in motion as well as amused me.

It goes without question, then, I should give you something horrible, as you requested. I hope you will accept this rotting ox colon. May its fetid, necrose visage adorn your home until it decomposes completely.

Should I duck yet?

10:08 PM  
Blogger Renegade Evolution said...

any friend of AP's has got to be pretty keen...

welcome!

RenEv

11:43 PM  
Blogger TheAdequateDer said...

Hello, RenEv, from Insomnylvania! That mystical land that can be right here among all of us given just enough sleep deprivation! I totally don't deserve so much attention...

She's really quite something, no? More interesting in real life than in the blogs! Give living, breathing organic material her spirit and that brain of hers and you've quite a person. Hell, I watched "Project Runway" on Bravo once with her and it's totally not my style...

11:57 PM  
Blogger belledame222 said...

Hi! Welcome!

have you met Jean yet? different genre interests, I think, but also lots to say about the state of music...

5:14 AM  
Blogger antiprincess said...

Hell, I watched "Project Runway" on Bravo once with her and it's totally not my style...

psst...ixnay on the Roject-pay Unway-ray...I got some street cred to protect!

(kidding...I have no street cred... ;) )

5:21 AM  
Blogger midwesterntransport said...

Welcome, TheAdequateDer!

Also: I love Project Runway. I'm not gonna lie. :)

7:46 AM  
Blogger Renegade Evolution said...

"Hello, RenEv, from Insomnylvania! That mystical land that can be right here among all of us given just enough sleep deprivation! "

Heh, sleep is for the weak...and people who work days...

8:36 AM  
Blogger TheAdequateDer said...

Man, I just love sleep. Problem is sometimes I just can't or...somehow, don't want to. Amongst the contingent of folks who eschew sleep(and I have known more than a few)is there more of a disdain for sleep or a love for constant activity that chases away even precious slumber?

And I'm essentially a second-shift guy, so yes. Sleep is for me.

10:18 PM  
Blogger H.M. Lufkin said...

"Many rock bands are now exploring semi-virtuosic two-guitar attack but have still not grasped the essence of a song."

I think I love you.

"In 662 or so years that bullshit John Cage compostion that lasts 663 or so years will come to a conclusion. The celebration of such vanities simply imply all the good music has already been written."

I know I love you.

9:34 AM  
Blogger antiprincess said...

I thought that J.Cage was trying to stretch the definition of what could rightly be considered "music" - how is that different in intent from the jazz cats you think (with good reason) are cool?

12:47 PM  
Blogger belledame222 said...

Not to speak for either, but I'm guessing the response might be along the lines of,

"Sometimes, the thought -doesn't- count."

warm?

1:00 PM  
Blogger belledame222 said...

anyway, joke:

Knock knock.

Who's there?

Knock knock.

Who's there?

Knock knock.

Who's there?

Knock knock.

Who's there?..

(eventually)

Phillip Glass.

1:01 PM  
Blogger antiprincess said...

best.knock-knock.EVER.

4:50 PM  
Blogger TheAdequateDer said...

You could end that knock-knock joke with...

...The Aristocrats!

Interpolate as much dirty offensive shit as possible.

8:54 PM  
Blogger TheAdequateDer said...

There are four elements to music.(Technically, there are seven but the final three are outside the control of the performer so, naturally, I have forgotten them.)

1)Rhythm
2)Melody
3)Harmony
4)Tone color or timbre

Cage seems to eschew all of these things. I understand the notion of "anti-art" but at no time should anti-art be considered for legitimacy next to the true art it criticizes. Take, for example, Duchamp's urinal in museum gallery. Okay, conceptually it's unique but a eight year old could have done the actual manual labor involved. Concept art does not celebrate the work but the concept itself and as such I see it as a symbol of the artist's vanity. Take the "Guernica." It has been said cubism is a reaction to previously established art convention. It can also be said that THERE ARE FEW WHO CAN ACTUALLY DO IT. I can take a photograph of some goose shit; some avant-garde-loving patron of the arts might understand that it is a commentary of King Phillip of Spain's childhood fear of geese and that fear's effect on his barbarous reign. Unless you knew any of this, though, the photo is worthless to you, the observer. Art is for all, not just the critics.

9:05 PM  
Blogger TheAdequateDer said...

Hey, midwestern...I missed you for a bit, my apologies.

I guess I lied. I've seen about three complete episodes of Runway(it of the Emmy nominations...how bad can it be?(ahem...Friends, 90210, Seinfeld...not that I'm making comparisons to the shows, but this is the company it keeps by being nominated, whew!))and I see the appeal factor inasmuch as I see it for most reality shows. Anybody who works on clothes for any reason might just like to see people who work on clothes get snarky with each other. People just like to see suck snarkiness materialized outside of their sphere. Every schoolyard fight I recall had a crowd of gawking idiots- myself incuded- surrounding the action.
Would it serve to have an episode where someone goes after the tatooed guy with a running sewing machine? Throws a pin cusion? Sews a tag that says "Kick Me" on the back of a jacket right before the model, unknowingly wearing it, takes the stage? Should I write for this show?

10:07 PM  
Blogger TheAdequateDer said...

Okay, replace "suck" with "such."

The sentence is nonsense with "suck," but my brain saw it as a Rohrschach for innuendo and I had to say something.

10:09 PM  
Blogger belledame222 said...

>I can take a photograph of some goose shit; some avant-garde-loving patron of the arts might understand that it is a commentary of King Phillip of Spain's childhood fear of geese and that fear's effect on his barbarous reign. Unless you knew any of this, though, the photo is worthless to you, the observer.>

oh. oh. oh, that is perfect. I gotta pass that on to best friend's partner, he's an artist and he HATES pretentious anti-art--hell, most art after the Renaissance or so I think--with a passion.

11:12 PM  
Blogger belledame222 said...

the thing about madonna/whore binary person is, she surfed over from Renegade Evolution's blog, where she's pretty much non-judgmentally supportive and interested.

she relates, she sez, because she has negative feelings about feminists herself; they compared her as a housewife to a prostitute (with the implication that neither is feminist).

i thought, okay, this is interesting.

give her a chance.

i think she's coming from a very very very different set of assumptions from mine; but she's smart and interesting and actually seems interested in exchange.

so: let's talk.

11:16 PM  
Blogger antiprincess said...

AP -- he IS cute.

truly.

I'll preserve his dignity and refrain from elaborating on his irresistable IRL cuteness.

5:48 AM  
Blogger Dan L-K said...

Hrm. I'm late to this thread, but some thoughts on art, anti-art, and music:

I'm not convinced "anti-art" is an especially useful term, as it seems to get pulled in to stand for anything reactionary, experimental, or difficult, or mainly "that crap I don't like." And the trouble is that aesthetics that get swept into this - minimalism, abstract expressionism, absurdism, dada - have much more to them than the things they aren't.

I am in entire agreement that art isn't done for the benefit of critics; I don't believe, though, that this should be taken to its logical conclusion to assert that accessibility should be one of the prime measures of worth. And I oppose any implication that there's some kind of zero-sum game going on that means difficult art shouldn't be made because it's using up valuable aesthetic resources, or something. There's room in the world for stuff that isn't for everyone.

As far as the elements of music goes: well, it strikes me that the genres I'm most interested in both as listener and performer - prog, wyrdfolk, apocalyptic folk, soundscapes - all play with the settings of those to the extent of trying to see how necessary any of them are. I enjoy the ways this broadens the available palette, even if some of it veers off into territory that threatens to make the whole thing break down. You do need to risk going too far in order to find out what's possible.

Of course, most of my musical tastes are also vulnerable to attack from that tactical nuke of aesthetic discourse: pretentious. I'm okay with that; I'm a pretentious guy. And if they also put me over firmly in chubby-nerd D&D geek territory - well, yanno, that's my tribe too.

Which don't take to mean that I have no use for straightforward, well-styled, accessible (even poppy!) music. I like it all, really, or at least lots of it. My favorite simile is that it's like wine: I like good wine, cheap wine, sweet wine, complex wine, wine with bubbles, homemade wine, wine with a screw-off cap. And sometimes you want to linger over the hints of raspberry and roast-beef and pencil shavings, and sometimes you just want to get the hell drunk.

10:17 AM  
Blogger H.M. Lufkin said...

"hell, most art after the Renaissance or so I think"

Whoa.


"And the trouble is that aesthetics that get swept into this - minimalism, abstract expressionism, absurdism, dada - have much more to them than the things they aren't."

Oh, see, I agree with this all the way, which is why the Renaissance timeline just bowled me over. But then here...

"You do need to risk going too far in order to find out what's possible."

True. I respect any artist that has the guts to push envelopes and see what's out there. But there is also a tendency towards going there, not really finding anything, and then trying to tell all us plebes that you're holding the most beautiful set of clothes the emperor will ever wear.

"pretentious"

Bah! I was actually once described as a pretentious metal nerd. Now, metal and nerd can certainly occur next to each other in a sentence, but pretentious... I just don't see it. Don't see it. No. Don't see it.

12:16 PM  
Blogger Dan L-K said...

But there is also a tendency towards going there, not really finding anything, and then trying to tell all us plebes that you're holding the most beautiful set of clothes the emperor will ever wear.

Ah, well, this is one of those beasts I've heard about, but never seen in the wild. :)

Okay, that's an exaggeration. But it is my tendency to give people the benefit of the doubt and concede that maybe there's something meaningful or moving there that I'm not seeing or just doesn't vibrate with me. Because, in the end, de gustibus. I just can't be so cynical as to assume that everyone on the fringes of avant is either duplicitous or deluded.

...Though it may be that what you're describing most of all is an attitude, and that I have no argument with. Whether there's anything of substance there or not, I got no truck with snobbery. (Which I'll be the first to admit is endemic in my genres of choice, at least among the audience; I mean, there's no one who's more of an elitist pain in the ass than your typical prog fan.)

5:59 PM  

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