Lately, examining the processes behind critique and the act of critique itself has left me thinking deeply about my stance on the (somewhat) constructive criticism of other peoples art that I spend so much time doing. I’ve been told by several individuals before that critique is a shallow career choice— I hide behind a computer screen or magazine and rant about what I feel or think to be the best interpretation of someone else’s work. The right person would say that it is never anyone else’s place to create opinions, especially negative ones, of an individuals masterpiece.
Since I’ve been trying to be the most critical of thinkers lately in order to keep my mind intact and up to speed while I’m out of school, I have been analyzing the pros and cons of the act of critique— and I believe I’ve finally come up with my final opinion of the subject. My opinions can be seen and defined as art as well, given they are in the proper setting to be interpreted as so therefore as long as I can judge other people’s work, they can judge mine. It’s a cruel cruel world out there. Anyways…
I haven’t written a review in a terribly long time because I haven’t been inspired by any artists’ work enough to write a long and educated analysis of anything, other than maybe an episode of the Real Housewives of New York. But in all seriousness, I’ve been attempting to scope out as many new artists as possible in hopes of finding someone I can rant and rave about positively for this blog. I really love having this blog more than I love any other internet account I possess, but I despise coming off as negative through my writing. Ultimately because of this, I’m left torn— simply because to me, a negative writing style exudes arrogance and creates this image of me as a narcissistic and elitist know-it-all with a blog and unlimited time to think of such nasty things about other people making music and doing things I personally could not do myself. But it’s hard for me to think up positive ideas and develop opinions on musical acts that aren’t original and are unimpressive— and sometimes being negative is fun and mildly entertaining.
I hope to someday find a band, a current one, that leaves an impression on me in the way that Pearl Jam, the Smashing Pumpkins, and other bands have left on me throughout my musical inquiries. As any music fan could say, the amount of time consumed in listening and analyzing music seems like an eternity— but an eternity well spent. I truly never want to stop listening to music and thinking and enjoying what other people create to keep themselves happy and fulfilled, as well as pleasing thousands of people they don’t know throughout the world. With all the greediness on this planet its nice to know I will always be able to share a bond with bands who value the idea of knowing they’re making people they don’t know happy by their music— essentially sharing the wealth of creativity.
But on that note… I’ve finished all of Pearl Jam’s discography and I have been basking in it like no other. Chemistry to me is so major in the process of making music, and any sensible person can tell when there is cosmic, intergalactic, sort of out of this world connection between individuals making music because the music will without a doubt sound good. Good is broad, but good in the sense of you can feel the warmth and fullness of a song made by people who care for each other, who see each others flaws, and can build off of them to create something beyond the physical limitations of this world. I feel like Pearl Jam really defines what I just explained; their chemistry is undeniable and contagious to everyone and anyone who takes a stab at listening to them.
When I look at Pearl Jam and compare them to other favorite bands of mine, they stand out because of their chemistry. No other band I favor is still together in almost their complete original lineup, except Radiohead, and I only like Radiohead prior to Amnesiac, so….they don’t even really count because now they’re just batshit (sorry for the negativity). But honestly I feel like bands like the Smashing Pumpkins, who allowed fame wealth and control to define their creative processes, fell apart because they lost sight of the major goal— making themselves happy and bringing joy to others. I don’t know; I may be really over thinking all of this but I just feel like music is a beautiful thing and it deserves to be thought out in a way beyond the logistical standpoints most people choose to graze when asked to think about the subject.
Thank you for reading this rant. I promise more substantial things will come soon enough.