Wednesday, December 6, 2006

Is it Art?

In a recent discussion of retro-rockers Wolfmother, the eternal balancing act between consumption and art was raised. All music is, to some extent, both, though to what degree varies. There is probably very little art to be found in your candy-pop (ie. Baby, One More Time). On the other hand, there are examples of music which are almost purely art (ie. Metal Machine Music). These exact examples have probably been used a thousand times to bookend this debate, but that is somewhat pointless, because these are songs that set out to be exactly what they are. Britney never expected to be compared to Radiohead, and Lou Reed wasn't thinking about a single. Depending on what kind of music fan you are, one of these is clearly much better than the other, and the other is probably total garbage.

But what about bands that fall in the massive expanse of grey area? Once you get past bands that are clearly one or the other, there is no concrete way to separate and label. Take Wolfmother. This is a band that writes incredibly dated riff-rock with accompanying lyrics about unicorns and "the joker and the thief in the night". If the songs were penned by Christopher Guest they would be high comedy. If they were written by Page and Plant thirty years ago they would be classic rock staples. The only difference, from what I can tell, is the intention of the artist.

The fact that knowing what the artist was thinking when they wrote the song is the only way to know if it is serious artistic statement or goof makes this whole column sorta pointless, but pointless is where I excel, so lets examine further. The importance of intent is what makes most concept art so frustrating. Jackson Pollock broke new ground when he first developed his signature style. Now, any hack can come along and pump out splatter paintings like there's no tomorrow, and they may even be indistinguishable from the original, but without the context they are worthless. The deconstruction becomes a new construction, an original idea becomes a chapter in the book and can never be original again.

So what value can be placed on something that is so obviously derivative? As far as artistic value is concerned, very little. If you're not saying or doing something original, you're not an artist. The best you can hope for is being a performer, and there are varying degrees of respect levelled for performers. (I find it interesting that I just now mention the word "respect" when that's really what this entire post is about.) You can earn points for execution, style, choice of influences, which in my book gives Wolfmother pretty high marks, perhaps an 8 on the old 1-10. Contemporaries the Darkness and the Scissor Sisters score lower for choosing to model themselves after acts that were shit to begin with. Of course, this last statement introduces opinion into the mix, which is far to slick for me to try and grasp here. Lets just say some people have horrible taste for reasons we will never be able to fully understand.

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