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I'm defining product as art by committee where the goal is not art but profit. (which is different to art by collaboration where something artistic always survives in the end result, even if the artistic vision which creates it is blurred because of the many voices that went into it.)
Do you think less art is created because of this phenomenon or only that it's hard to mass-market it?
I don't think less art is created. Art is always being created, even if it's just a person at home writing poetry or sculpting for their own benefit. I wouldn't say less art is created. The best answer I think I have for your question is that I think less of what is mass-marketed is art.
ladydyke,
what WAS it like to be alive in the civil war?
These days, rather than be offended, if someone asked me, I'd tell 'em. Of course, I'd be making it up.
Why tell a boring truth when, with a little effort, you can tell a fascinating lie?
what WAS it like to be alive in the civil war?
These days, rather than be offended, if someone asked me, I'd tell 'em. Of course, I'd be making it up.
Why tell a boring truth when, with a little effort, you can tell a fascinating lie?
Why tell a huge big whopping fascination lie that convinces everyone you are telling the absolute truth when, with a little effort, you can completely mislead the person and reverse their morals and reason for existence?
You're right! Why bother at all?
::entire cosmos does something very violent and then disappears::
Just kidding. Could you repeat that?
::entire cosmos does something very violent and then disappears::
Just kidding. Could you repeat that?
Butterfly Dream,
Michael Card is still around, actually. I saw him in concert a couple of years ago. Michael W. Smith is alright; I like him better than Stephen Curtis Chapman. But Michael Card is my favorite because there is so much more depth to his lyrics. As for Amy Grant, I don't have a problem with her producing secular CDs, I just wish she wouldn't try to market them as Christian CDs.
Michael Card is still around, actually. I saw him in concert a couple of years ago. Michael W. Smith is alright; I like him better than Stephen Curtis Chapman. But Michael Card is my favorite because there is so much more depth to his lyrics. As for Amy Grant, I don't have a problem with her producing secular CDs, I just wish she wouldn't try to market them as Christian CDs.
So, in conclusion, Ladydyke, here's what you should say if the question ever arises again:
"Well, the civil war wasn't really started over slavery, it was about the time slot of the Dick Van Dyke show. Sure, we had TV back then, only it was a government secret that they thought we didn't know about. I tuned out during most of the civil war, but I do know this: Abraham Lincoln was a ghetto pimp before he used his connections in his white house to rig the election. What, you didn't know the elections were rigged? Sure, they were and they still are! Anyway, after Cuba nuked lousiana, most of the confederacy broke off and combined with the People's Republic of China to form the Nazis, which was actually a bit like the YMCA when it started out: You could swim with them, they had a song named after them, and they liked taking pictures of naked children. Okay, maybe that last part doesn't have so much to do with the Nazis. So after the war, they moved Massachusetts to the east coast because the damn australians stole all the fish with a giant magnet. I tell you what, those were some crazy days..."
"Well, the civil war wasn't really started over slavery, it was about the time slot of the Dick Van Dyke show. Sure, we had TV back then, only it was a government secret that they thought we didn't know about. I tuned out during most of the civil war, but I do know this: Abraham Lincoln was a ghetto pimp before he used his connections in his white house to rig the election. What, you didn't know the elections were rigged? Sure, they were and they still are! Anyway, after Cuba nuked lousiana, most of the confederacy broke off and combined with the People's Republic of China to form the Nazis, which was actually a bit like the YMCA when it started out: You could swim with them, they had a song named after them, and they liked taking pictures of naked children. Okay, maybe that last part doesn't have so much to do with the Nazis. So after the war, they moved Massachusetts to the east coast because the damn australians stole all the fish with a giant magnet. I tell you what, those were some crazy days..."
Back to the discussion of art...
That's my point exactly (or I think it was anyway). No one cares if their stuff is any good, as long as they make money from it. People in general are shallow, therefore people who can mass-produce what used to be called art produce shallow illusions of something that might vaguely resemble art if you'd smoked 6 joints and rammed your head into the wall a couple of times. And this shallow "art" becomes so prevalent that the people who didn't see it the first time around become interested in it from sheer lack of anything else to occupy themselves with. And the system perpetuates itself.
This is not to say that I'm into "fine art" as most people would define it. I don't wanna wander around a museum for 3 hours looking at paintings of naked women and people with 6 eyeballs and 2 noses. What I am saying is that regardless of the medium, if the product means nothing to me, how can I be interested in it? I want things that mean a bit more than someone showing off a body that isn't really theirs in the first place. I want to wonder about life, not make money for some shallow "artist" somewhere who doesn't give a damn what he makes as long as he gets rich from it.
And yet I have a strange fascination with songs whose lyrics, even when you can understand them, make no sense whatsoever. You know, those songs that maybe someone wrote about a friend of theirs or an obscure event that no one else could understand unless the whole story was explained, or occasionally those songs that just sound like jumbled ravings of a drug-crazed mind. I think it's interesting that even in a song that makes no sense, sometimes you get caught by a phrase that fits exactly with your perceptions and you wish you'd written it first. I love the interplay between things that sound meaningless but are actually profound, and things that actually do sound profound. And irony. If a song has irony (the more twisted, the better), I generally like it.
That's my point exactly (or I think it was anyway). No one cares if their stuff is any good, as long as they make money from it. People in general are shallow, therefore people who can mass-produce what used to be called art produce shallow illusions of something that might vaguely resemble art if you'd smoked 6 joints and rammed your head into the wall a couple of times. And this shallow "art" becomes so prevalent that the people who didn't see it the first time around become interested in it from sheer lack of anything else to occupy themselves with. And the system perpetuates itself.
This is not to say that I'm into "fine art" as most people would define it. I don't wanna wander around a museum for 3 hours looking at paintings of naked women and people with 6 eyeballs and 2 noses. What I am saying is that regardless of the medium, if the product means nothing to me, how can I be interested in it? I want things that mean a bit more than someone showing off a body that isn't really theirs in the first place. I want to wonder about life, not make money for some shallow "artist" somewhere who doesn't give a damn what he makes as long as he gets rich from it.
And yet I have a strange fascination with songs whose lyrics, even when you can understand them, make no sense whatsoever. You know, those songs that maybe someone wrote about a friend of theirs or an obscure event that no one else could understand unless the whole story was explained, or occasionally those songs that just sound like jumbled ravings of a drug-crazed mind. I think it's interesting that even in a song that makes no sense, sometimes you get caught by a phrase that fits exactly with your perceptions and you wish you'd written it first. I love the interplay between things that sound meaningless but are actually profound, and things that actually do sound profound. And irony. If a song has irony (the more twisted, the better), I generally like it.
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