If
you don’t consider music to be a form of art then you’re a damn fool. I often compare music, as an art form, with
other works of art, most noted of them being movies. When I listen to “In Defence of Envy”
though, I reminded more of the typical art you think of such as a painting.
One
kind of art- in terms of painting- that I have always been appreciative of, as
a painter myself, is the type of painting that you look at and say, “I could
have painted that”. I do enjoy things
such as abstract art, but when I see something that just looks so simple and
feels like I could have done it had I the inspiration first, that just somehow
hits me even harder.
With
The Corded Ware, I hear these songs of great cymbals crashing and the long
drone hum of the guitar, and I can’t help but think how nicely it all fits
together, yet also it seems like something that I could easily make
myself. I hear bits and pieces, get
arrogant and think, “Yeah, I could easily replicate this in Garage Band myself”. But that is where I am proven wrong.
And
it’s not even that I’m a horrible musician.
While other kids wasted their time in school learning about things like
math and English that seemed to come naturally to me, I was studying music on
so many different levels. It seems like
I should be able to recreate this as easily as I could do a counterfeit
painting.
But
alas, there is an experimental sound trapped over noise here which just builds
as the movement goes on and can only make you hang your head in shame and say, “I
thought I could, but I couldn’t”. It is
the self-defeat of every single kid who thought they’d be famous because, hey,
the Sex Pistols couldn’t play their instruments either (which was never
entirely true)
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