Personally, I get bored watching the same dvd or same sequel or same Gilligans Island episode over and over. I expect artists to come up with something new. That is much of the point of experimentation.Markleford wrote:However, they must still ask themselves if their uniqueness, in the end, is worth anything more than the challenge itself. But I certainly hope that my words won't disuade anyone who thinks they have it in them if they think they have *fun* with it.
That's something like the theory behind synthesis, no?And let it not be said that "Cotton Eyed Joe" by Rednex wasn't original, but I think there's a reason for that.I imagine one could come up with innumerable permutations of genre-crossing, "A meets B", to create something "original".
Like "To Kill a Mockingbird" or "Twilight Zone" or "In the Heat of the Night" ..."Rebel Without a Cause", the first punk bands, the first Synthpop bands, etc.As for myself, however, I'll try to stay out of the novelty act bin.
Originality's originality... This practice of calling everything derivative simply to prove a point {whatever the point of it is} has gotten to be a real bore.Still, setting out with the explicit goal of "I'm going to create something 100% original" is a bit of a lark, no? Genuine, *listenable* originality evolves from small growths rather than grand gestures.
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The mere fact that Persona and La Dolce Vita are both black and white doesn't mean that they're the same movie. There are all sorts of shades of grey in between.
Who cares if it's %100 original or not... the idea is that the artists that made those films strove to give us something new and fresh and personal and creative and meaningful and as un-Gilligans Island-like as possible.
original music is passe, reciprocal music is coming on strong, but don't rule out ancillary music, it's like a whole new auxiliary wave.
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I remember the outrage Canadians had when the government paid an exborbant amount of money for it. In newspapers and such, the pictures made it look like a shit streak on a piece of TP. I like 'pop art' myself, and seeing 'something in something' goves me great inspiration - so I went to the National Gallery to see this painting 'Voice Of Fire' for myself. Mind you it was 12-13 years ago, but I couldn't find it anywhere - until someone directed me to this enclosed area. There it was... A 'big fookin' stripe!'. Enthralled me for about 17 seconds. Then I noticed security guards standing underneath it - just standing there looking like bored stripes themselves. I asked "WTF? Why are you guys just standing here under Skid Mark?" They replied "So many Canadians are disgruntled at this painting, they want to destroy it - so we've been hired to protect it.".... Fire... increasing.... in my....VOICE! "David stands around with his cock out all day, and no one takes a chisel to his pecker... Yet a getting oversized shit stain on canvas being defaced with angry shit has to be protected because our Government want to protect it's investment by paying you hourly plus overtime to stand here and force me to vomit at the audacity of the vanity! Not the artist that got bundles of money and split laughing like a hyena - but are ass rammed Hill jockeys that insist on cramming this down Canadians throats as their 'unique specimen'!!!"... So I went out and spat on the picture that says 'You Are The Cost Of Living', and stabbed holes into Warhols Brillo Boxes with my pocket knife. 
