SiennaInLondon said:
That is sooo wierd! Do you have any scandinavian influences in your background! I can understand why it is getting worse though. The sheer mediocrity of the acoustic indie scene has really sent me hurtling back to folk and the comparative integrity of the 60s/70s and its probably sent your further to the 80s or err Scandinavia
Anyway what you say about the 'distance' provided by studio trickery makes me think of something I have just read about on Jeanette Winterson's site where she is talking about her book Weight (a reworking of the Titan Atlas myth
"Right now, human beings as a mass, have a gruesome appetite for what they call ‘real’, whether it’s Reality TV or the kind of plodding fiction that only works as low-grade documentary, or at the better end, the factual programmes and biographies and ‘true life’ accounts that occupy the space where imagination used to sit.
Such a phenomenon points to a terror of the inner life, of the sublime, of the poetic, of the non-material, of the contemplative. "
Perhaps because I don't believe in the 'real' and because I don't really watch much TV anymore or listen to the radio, I have escaped this fear of the 'terrors of inner life'... maybe it is different for you. Maybe you are striving against this fear?
Or maybe I talk bollocks?
No. It makes sense. I tried to respond earlier, but it turned into a rambling mess. Hopefully this'll be more concise.
First, I don't have any Scandinavian blood, but my grandfather lived near the German/Danish border, so there's always been that sense of "home" there. Also, my father went to Iceland when I was very young and through a combination of what he brought back, my love for frigid weather and Bjork, the far north has always fascinated me. Movies, music, culture. I almost made it to Iceland this year for spring break, but it was too difficult to convince anyone to go. So I ended up going on a longer summer trip to Scandinavia proper.
As far as 'reality' in media goes, I don't believe in it either. Although it would horrify my parents, one of the major points that stuck with me after college was the fact that no matter how effortless it may appear, every shot/sound/action/choice in film or any other art is the product of a choice or some process. Some forms are more controlled, but other than live performances, pretty much nothing is the product of chance or reality any more (if ever). A neo-realist film may not look polished or reality tv may look spontaneous, but someone, somewhere chose to make it that way.
Since everything has some level of artifice, I prefer to partake in things that don't even pretend to be natural. I've always gravitated toward abstraction or at least some sense of ambiguity. I don't need to listen to common place concerns on my iPod while heading out for the day. I'd rather listen to an Eno-esque production or some shallow pop confection than suffer through a supposedly heart-felt ballad that was written with hopes of landing a scene in a middle of the road "indie" movie. At least there is a chance that I'll hear something sonicly interesting.
That's not to say that I'm not looking for an emotional reaction to music. It's just that I'm faced with harsh realities in day to day life (indigent clients etc.), so I'd rather listen to a song about a model set on fire while the photographers worry about getting the perfect shot than a simple tale of heartbreak. I guess this is a means of escape, but it's also a doorway to discussion/thought.
I like the chance of subtext. In straightforward songs or "reality television" there's not much chance to read under the surface. As your quote mentioned, I think a lot of people are terrified of the poetic or inexplainable. Maybe more troubling is the fear of having differences of opinion at all. If we were watching a TV dating show together there'd be argument about whether or not contest C was kicked off or that the suspect was arrested at the mall on 6:53 on the 15th on some real cop show. But if we were watching Claire Denis' "L'Intrus" (to name one of the more impenetrably poetic movies of the last year or two) or listening to Joanna Newsom singing
a 10 minute track, there'd be a reasonable chance that we'd have differing interpretations. This is healthy, but for one reason or another it seems like a lot of people would rather just have the hard facts that "reality" offers.
Going back to the albums that you first mentioned, Dylan et al. DO offer these things, but I guess I've grown so tired of middling acoustic/folk that I end up shying away from the whole field.
Eh, I guess that wasn't so concise. I hope it's somewhat coherent.
Deeth- Count me exited too! I hope it isn't ridiculously difficult/expensive to find around here, but it'll surely be worth it.
To those who've listened to the whole Danity Kane album- Is it worth it? I enjoyed their Showstopper single, but only because it gave me the sense that they were like unwilling slaves to Puff Daddy's whims. They sound so disinterested and worn out. I love how people found the following lyrics glamorous:
"[Diddy]
Ya'll wanna be stars ?
I'll make you a star
Check this out [the girls]
We in the car
We ride slow
We doin things that the girls don't do
The boys stare
We smile back
All my girls in the rainbow cadillacs, yeah
Bet you ain't never seen (hey!)
Chicks ridin this clean (hey!)
Louis Vitton seats (oh, oh, oh!)"