kickingtone
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I commend FingerzAndKeyz for having nailed the jelly to the wall with such precision and aplomb!
There is always that contention in art of trying to separate good from bad while avoiding a definition or limitation of art. Some people critique art using pragmatic subjective language. Others use strident objective language -- it matters not a whit, it is still subjective however shrill their assertions may become.
Part of the problem is that our institutions need principles and gatekeepers in order to survive. Yet the principle of art in general is that it has no principle. Of course we can refine the general, and create genre. From there, the defenders of the faith can establish their hierarchies and pecking orders, beating down nay-sayers, infiltrators and filthy mavericks.
But, in the free-wheeling world of anonymous art, art without label, who is to say what? The singer speaks first. Do you like my art? Then, as he staggers, wounded and reeling, from the polluted world of custom and established gods, into which he has inadvertently trodden, maybe anger, maybe wisdom will be his companion.
My advice to anybody who solicits opinion about their singing is to know where people are coming from.
There is always that contention in art of trying to separate good from bad while avoiding a definition or limitation of art. Some people critique art using pragmatic subjective language. Others use strident objective language -- it matters not a whit, it is still subjective however shrill their assertions may become.
Part of the problem is that our institutions need principles and gatekeepers in order to survive. Yet the principle of art in general is that it has no principle. Of course we can refine the general, and create genre. From there, the defenders of the faith can establish their hierarchies and pecking orders, beating down nay-sayers, infiltrators and filthy mavericks.
But, in the free-wheeling world of anonymous art, art without label, who is to say what? The singer speaks first. Do you like my art? Then, as he staggers, wounded and reeling, from the polluted world of custom and established gods, into which he has inadvertently trodden, maybe anger, maybe wisdom will be his companion.
My advice to anybody who solicits opinion about their singing is to know where people are coming from.