Thursday Music Rant

For me it began with ‘The Third Mind’
That most gloriously influential book by William Burroughs & Brion Gysin
It inspired a lot of us to get in to this
We believed that it could make things better
Redefine language

The Third Mind was a blue print
A book of intentions
A method of deconstruction
A way of removing the predictable and creating new options
Things had to be redefined.
I’ve tried to do it all my life through music, writing, drawing
Things have to be real and different
Things have to be cut up, rearranged.
Seen in a fresh context
Drawing upon the nearest thing to hand, whatever it takes
Whatever works
We have to try and obliterate cultural clichés

Now when it comes to music I raise two fingers to those who walk the safe path
Fake users of sound,
Fake bands playing the game as if nobody has ever done it before
Hanging with their self-created crowd
Promoting their own myth
Depressing culture

There is such an aching drudgery in watching it happen again year after year
New bands, new scenes, new labels – non of them worth much of a mention
Everyone wanks each other till its dead
Then it begins again

Our world is drowning in music and  culture continues to be dumbed down and ruined.
The commercial music industry is shit as it has always been.
Tv talent show contests teach us discourage equality among artists
Someone has to be eliminated, made to feel worthless, there are winners and losers
Talent, art, expression and truth have never be so institutionalised

The rest of us, serious in our intent have to hide and exist in the niche within the niche
lost within the long tail of availability
We are expected to be tech savvy.
Self-promoters following the guidelines
Building profiles and networks
Infrastructures. Cultural industries
Sitting in rooms feeding computers with hype
Keeping close with those that understand
And follow the cause

I know that nothing of what I’m saying is in any way original for fucks sake
But it feels like a punch to the gut for some like me
This is not art. It’s not what I signed up for
Social media is dead
Fuck it. Music seems dead
The internet is not to be trusted
Unlimited availability has devalued sound
Pure voices are drowned
Buried among the bright new things saying nothing
Mainstream media is obsessed with the new

New

New

New

The word makes me cringe
The internet has spawned a globally interconnected monster.
A sprawling production line of image obsessed blandness
Controlled by self-created taste makers
Music is squeezed out like toothpaste
Formed in identical rows
Batch after batch after batch
Year after year

I hate new band vogue
The folly of youth
And yes I have been there

But

People are so easily pleased
Or are they?

I won’t be part of it
But what do I know
I am comfortable in the knowledge that I have no answers
I have never been a great musician
I’ll never be widely known or acknowledged
Nor can I pronounce myself as being more relevant or important than the next
But I know my place. I have found my voice
There is maturity in obscurity

This life
My work
Music
It has never let me down
Music is innocent
But I detest the way it is abused
And I feel lost