Friday, February 25, 2011

Bagatelle

The music is here only to make me feel
What I want to feel.
I do not let it go, and it needs me.
What are the sounds gonna do, and
Where are the songs gonna go?
They will come back to me.

Thursday, February 24, 2011

Tuesday, February 8, 2011

On Popularity

Whatever is popular and is generally accepted by the public at large is considered good. For example, a piece of music getting airplay on the radio is considered an appropriate representation of good taste. The usual argument given in support of this way of thinking is that popular acceptance ensures a “balancing out” of individual tastes and brings out the inherent “objective” quality to the fore. This is an illusion. What constitutes good music for you is a subject of private contemplation on a personal level, not something to be made out from popular opinion. The fact that many people like the same things at the same time is only a result of all those people being the same, and being directed by the same invisible pressures applied by years of orchestrated “bringing to par”. Everybody loves song X because everybody has been unknowingly taught to like song X, and then when the time was right, administered a metered dose of song X. It is completely the opposite of an active discerning of personal satisfaction derived from listening and upon it forming a personal taste.

Another factor contributing to the deification of popular culture is the increasing trust in external methods as sufficient replacements of internal contemplation. People have come to believe that the mechanics of popular choice can serve the purpose of keeping them satisfied. This is a sort of “outsourcing” of a part of the listening process to the public at large.

Wednesday, February 2, 2011

Take me to an old place

Take me to an old place
Where old buildings tower over me
Where old singers sing.

Show me a wrinkled face
With lines of brown
With spots, smiling.

Also, don’t make it too old.
Something between here
And the beginning of time, just OK.