Wednesday, September 3, 2008

Thanks for all the fish.

Mediocrity reigns in a world gone mad. Should be the slogan etched across the last line of my suicide note but I have no intention of committing suicide, so instead I'll have it etched on my grave when I die of natural causes at the golden age of 104. But hopefully then the words still won't ring true and some sense of individuality, artistic integrity, or just a little drop of imagination will have been reinstated in to the world. That's if us humans are still here of course, and a great Biblical Esq flood hasn't taken us to our watery grave. For the moment though, the opening sentence is so apt it frightens my future self. Music, Film, Fashion, well, everything, has now been officially replaced with middle of the road mediocrity wrapped in a nice little trendy package. Magazines spending 16 pages of their supplements talking about who's 'stylish' and why we should idolize them are testament to the shallow, inane, lifeless society that we have become. In honesty, do we really give a shit about who spends insane money on fashion, or who wears clothes made by Vietnamese soldier children? I would hope not. I hope, that out there somewhere other people, like me, are thinking about how those 16 pages could be used for something a lot more worthwhile, I know its a supplement geared to move away from 'real' news but perhaps the pages would be better spent looking at upcoming artists, musicians, writers etc, instead of bombarding us with glossy tripe, and pictures of people I'm pretty sure are mainly despised by most members of the 'normal' public. That's the problem though isn't it? The public, and the demand for counter intellectual numbing of the senses, all to dull the thoughts of the 9-5 office job they have to sit through all week. I guess I can't relate with that, yet, although maybe some day I too will be hemmed in behind some grey, placid desk, working five days to live for 2. I hope not, but it's scarily possible.

As for music, we're fairly doomed also. Look around you, every 'new' band is just an 'old' band, reconstructed with the latest fashion. Any music scene you see these days is A L I E. Don't buy into it, it's FAKE, it's a fraud, it is not music, it is an extension of fashion, anyone who buys into this current 'electro' trend thats sweeping Europe, quickly run to a bridge, jump off, and cry 'liberation!' if you are true to yourself, you will land safely, but if you truly believe that what your into now is good and not just all part of a brain washed fad, then you will land in a pit, with Hot Chip and all the other boring, lame bands, where you will rest for all eternity in your neon tennis shoes. Meanwhile, on Earth, we can reconvene and ban music and fashion from ever mixing again, at least 'high' fashion that is. The only breath of fresh air that has been recently ejected from the cacophonous womb of the music industry is Damon Albarn's latest project 'Monkey', the Asian Monkey Opera that just might suggest that originality isn't dead. I saloute you sir.

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