the dance of the ink riddled fingers

the state of our art

Posted in thought spills by enisea on 03/04/2011

This is the pinacle of my generation’s joy and the appreciation babyboomers have for our ridiculous hysterics.  I think the forecast for the remainder of this year will see a pattern of fame-hungry individuals choreographing serious one-hit-blunders in attempt for 48hour circulation of viral popularity.  I find Gen Y the advocators of statements like “there is no such thing as bad publicity”.  It’s a little frightening.  Honestly, I was confused by Rebecca Black’s “Friday” sensation, and then bored by every third person’s referral to her (haha, on hypocrisy), but I confess, when a friend posted this parody (above clip) – I enjoyed it immensely.  I think Rebecca Black has pioneered a new sort of fame: and I will wince at the witness of the eight hundred sheep that baa badly as they rush themselves off the cliff’s end in blind conformity of disillusioned ‘popularity’.

We no longer look for ‘talent’ or ‘art’, we look for novelty – which now requires the most creative (and/or deceptive) approaches to repackage something old into new form.  Ahh, marketing and media are on the thrones of the west, robed in the newest technologies, and equip with magical sceptor ordaining each desperate servant with fast turnovers in fame.

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