Sound of silence, sounds of confusion

The Tumblr trap: Is Internet culture turning musicians into content-producers? In the future, we will all be ‘content producers’. A dread phrase (via MeFi, where it is correctly pointed out that music is content). So is instant online media setting in motion a massive unbreakable feedback loop of influences and homages? Some people seem to think so: ‘What you get in this Tumblr scene is imitators of imitators of imitators, each less skilled than the one before them. One person starts using triangles in their album art? Everyone has triangles! One person uses strange Unicode characters in their band name? All of a sudden, everyone’s got unpronounceable band names made of umlauts, crosses and triangles. Faux-Polaroid album art of beach scenes? The word “Beach” in your band name? Band names that are poorly disguised ripoffs of other, slightly more famous bands’ names? It goes on and on. Copying is an inherent part in the creative process, but few of these Tumblr artists are forging forward and doing something original, and there’s very little quality control.’

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This is the thing about music, as it is with many other creative endeavours: you can’t validate yourself. Quality control is an external process. You can be brilliant, but you are still without editing, or independent appraisal or anything approaching an authentic detached verdict on your work. The world needs editors, editors who really sift through things (another term that is rapidly being redefined), rather than simply re-blogging it or clicking ‘like’. The other alarming thing about the internet is that one’s hobby suddenly becomes an international property, tainted by the knowledge that it is happening in public (however disinterested or small the potential audience is). Bands are trapped between the Scylla and Charybdis of wanting to belong to some kind of swirling, all-enveloping and intimate community while also seeking to stand alone above a sea of mediocrity and somehow cut their vision through the waves.

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The rather derided and unfashionable term ‘curation’ also plays a part. A tumblr is nothing more than a scrapbook, an instant assemblage that declares taste, status and self-belief, straight up. The contemplative act of filling a cabinet of curiosities for later scrutiny no longer belongs to the present era. We once put a box of treasured 7″ singles into the attic in the hope that at some point in the next two decades, a record player, a bottle of wine and an empty evening would eventually come together to complete the action. That hasn’t happened yet – it may never happen – but the point is that the physicality of the objects and their (eventual) consumption creates a very different experience to the rapid fire parcels of stuff that are being spat out every minute of the day via social media. On the other hand, perhaps it’s simply true that ‘Tumblr just provides us with a window into all the basements, garages, and cheap studios where all of the imitators congregated in the past.’ The process has becomes as visible as the end result, and that is the very definition of confusion. The process of consumption is no longer distinct from creation.

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Image above is a porcelain sculpture by Kate MacDowell (via Rooms Magazinepdf of latest issue).

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  1. Pingback: The process has become as visible as the end result, and that is the very definition of confusion. ‹ bainbridge.me — Blog by Jonathan Bainbridge

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