Some thoughts on being an artist in entertainment culture
Posted: Mon Jun 10, 2013 12:12 pm
Obligatory TL;DR/Warning, contains rambling.
Let me preface this thread by saying blogs helped ruin the internet.
I've resisted creating one of my own and yet, that may be changing; as here I am about to post some typical, self-centered blog content.
The type of self-agrandizing you see in comment sections on videos and op-ed sites.
But the intent is with a bit more depth, and desire for it to resonate with a few individuals, because it comes from a genuine place of inner turmoil.
I consider myself an artist. A watcher, an outsider...possibly an archivist.
I enjoy arranging ideas, objects and symbols in a context based on whatever or whichever perspective I'm feeling in the moment.
But even doing what I enjoy most has a dark side, and is the subject of inner dilemma.
When the time comes to share my creations, I don't want to be a whore.
Nor a celebrity, although such a prospect is highly unlikely...the drawbacks seem to outweigh the perks.
It's a simple pleasure, being able to go about daily business without being disturbed or detained by strangers.
Well, sometimes...solicitors are everywhere now
but I digress...
With fame comes fortune and fortune begets fame; and while everyone wants to be free of financial worry, I think the rich and famous make lousy artists, with rare outliers.
The best creative statements and offerings seem to arise from genuine want and need, struggle and even desperation.
The old tormented, starving artist caricature.
Once the hunger and inspiration is gone, and perhaps the mystique and innocence...what remains is desperation to maintain a (newly embraced) lifestyle of comfort which just doesn't cut it...and identifying a conspicuous phony/fame whore...someone who's in it for superficial reasons is all too easy.
Too many times have I witness humble and sincere roots develop into foul tasting fruits, late in the game.
So anyway, my chosen medium of the moment is sound and sonic manipulation. Musician, I guess...but I only sorta play instruments.
Only sorta from wanting to do things my own way and keep myself selectively ignorant; in order to expand the opportunities for discovery and personal growth on my journey. Also because I'm stubborn....and ignorance is bliss. So while I am in fact hungry for knowledge, knowing kills mystique.
To me it seems very few musicians blaze what I'd consider a path of progression and many fall-off, into a rut after coming out strong.
Where am I going with this? Good question, lets find out together...
I grew up with a semi-charmed upper middle class childhood of comforts, with some decent connections due to happenstance; but there was no shortage of struggle once adolescence hit.
The nitty gritty details are best left for another day.
When I was a kid I thought I wanted to be a cartoonist. Late teens I wanted to be a writer.
Early 20s a DJ. Mid 20s an A/V guy+engineer. Late 20s an artist.
All along the way, doing my own thing.
In spite of all the aspiring, doodled daydreams and vision sketches...I never really had anything to say that was/is worth saying until enduring some real physical, mental and emotional struggle/duress.
I'd eventually like to share what it is I've been cultivating for the past few years. And never take a moment of it for granted.
But....I don't want to be co-opted by phonies, hacks and poseurs. Who does?
I really want to limit who it is that can profit off me and my art.
In the past, some people have taken an outright predatory approach and attitude of entitlement to what it is that I do.
Sometimes I think the best way to insulate myself against this is by not offering anything to the world.
But how cowardly and selfish is that? Disgusting.
To further complicate matters I have what can best be described as leeriness and disdain for businessmen.
I'm not avert to compromise, unless it comes to core principles and integrity.
Any insight into how I can best navigate this rocky road?
I feel like I was born too late yet somehow still ahead of my time; and I'm doomed to ever find a sympathetic audience.
But I like to share. There's personal fulfillment in being a people pleasing jackass.
I just want to please certain people without pandering, and it starts with myself.
Is there a culture or environment that better suits me or should I shut up, stop overthinking things and fester in obscurity?
I've got a lot on my mind lately...thanks for letting me use this forum to organize some of my thoughts.
It feels like nobody understands...and everyone is just chasing money...not just money, easy money. Yuck.
Let me preface this thread by saying blogs helped ruin the internet.
I've resisted creating one of my own and yet, that may be changing; as here I am about to post some typical, self-centered blog content.
The type of self-agrandizing you see in comment sections on videos and op-ed sites.
But the intent is with a bit more depth, and desire for it to resonate with a few individuals, because it comes from a genuine place of inner turmoil.
I consider myself an artist. A watcher, an outsider...possibly an archivist.
I enjoy arranging ideas, objects and symbols in a context based on whatever or whichever perspective I'm feeling in the moment.
But even doing what I enjoy most has a dark side, and is the subject of inner dilemma.
When the time comes to share my creations, I don't want to be a whore.
Nor a celebrity, although such a prospect is highly unlikely...the drawbacks seem to outweigh the perks.
It's a simple pleasure, being able to go about daily business without being disturbed or detained by strangers.
Well, sometimes...solicitors are everywhere now
but I digress...With fame comes fortune and fortune begets fame; and while everyone wants to be free of financial worry, I think the rich and famous make lousy artists, with rare outliers.
The best creative statements and offerings seem to arise from genuine want and need, struggle and even desperation.
The old tormented, starving artist caricature.
Once the hunger and inspiration is gone, and perhaps the mystique and innocence...what remains is desperation to maintain a (newly embraced) lifestyle of comfort which just doesn't cut it...and identifying a conspicuous phony/fame whore...someone who's in it for superficial reasons is all too easy.
Too many times have I witness humble and sincere roots develop into foul tasting fruits, late in the game.
So anyway, my chosen medium of the moment is sound and sonic manipulation. Musician, I guess...but I only sorta play instruments.
Only sorta from wanting to do things my own way and keep myself selectively ignorant; in order to expand the opportunities for discovery and personal growth on my journey. Also because I'm stubborn....and ignorance is bliss. So while I am in fact hungry for knowledge, knowing kills mystique.
To me it seems very few musicians blaze what I'd consider a path of progression and many fall-off, into a rut after coming out strong.
Where am I going with this? Good question, lets find out together...
I grew up with a semi-charmed upper middle class childhood of comforts, with some decent connections due to happenstance; but there was no shortage of struggle once adolescence hit.
The nitty gritty details are best left for another day.
When I was a kid I thought I wanted to be a cartoonist. Late teens I wanted to be a writer.
Early 20s a DJ. Mid 20s an A/V guy+engineer. Late 20s an artist.
All along the way, doing my own thing.
In spite of all the aspiring, doodled daydreams and vision sketches...I never really had anything to say that was/is worth saying until enduring some real physical, mental and emotional struggle/duress.
I'd eventually like to share what it is I've been cultivating for the past few years. And never take a moment of it for granted.
But....I don't want to be co-opted by phonies, hacks and poseurs. Who does?
I really want to limit who it is that can profit off me and my art.
In the past, some people have taken an outright predatory approach and attitude of entitlement to what it is that I do.
Sometimes I think the best way to insulate myself against this is by not offering anything to the world.
But how cowardly and selfish is that? Disgusting.
To further complicate matters I have what can best be described as leeriness and disdain for businessmen.
I'm not avert to compromise, unless it comes to core principles and integrity.
Any insight into how I can best navigate this rocky road?
I feel like I was born too late yet somehow still ahead of my time; and I'm doomed to ever find a sympathetic audience.
But I like to share. There's personal fulfillment in being a people pleasing jackass.
I just want to please certain people without pandering, and it starts with myself.
Is there a culture or environment that better suits me or should I shut up, stop overthinking things and fester in obscurity?
I've got a lot on my mind lately...thanks for letting me use this forum to organize some of my thoughts.

It feels like nobody understands...and everyone is just chasing money...not just money, easy money. Yuck.
