Should I just fuck off? Defend your Indefensible.

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I'm beginning to feel like maybe I'm a fraud to stay here. I sometimes feel acutely uncool. I will persist in listening to dire shit like the first Style Council album or Etienne Daho or some lame new pop-rok band like the Libertines or drive to ground my irrational love of Luna despite all the worthy and intelligent advice I read here to the contrary because they have a historic and emotional resonance to me which was never dictated by any regard for other peoples' opinion but by my wandering fancy. "Rubber ring"...I couldn't even begin to explain, nor would I care to, why I love Chopin or the voice of Sarah Vaughn, but I could tell you where I was when I fell in love with various morsels of music and why that madelaine-like (hstencil's gonna kill me for this) emotional connection is more important than any intellectual criticism. Is any artistic criticism art, or even useful? Is there an objective reason for liking Palladio, or Hazlett, or Delacroix, Firdousi, Liebling or Cavafy, or is criticism merely a means by which we try to gather round us those inclined to feel similar to us? This so seems to be true politically and socially. Why would it not be so in other spheres? I'm a bit ivre but I guess I'm looking for apologiae and justification for esthetic criticism. Buenas Noches, I'll check back later. *hic*

Michael White (Hereward), Sunday, 27 February 2005 09:46 (twenty-one years ago)

Diversity is what makes this place great.

I don't feel I know you at all well, but what you've written here makes you sound 10 times more interesting than someone who just likes whatever it's cool to like.

kate/baby loves headrub (papa november), Sunday, 27 February 2005 09:50 (twenty-one years ago)

Do what I do:

Change your name all of the time and attack somebody every now and again by calling them "gay".

See, problem solved!

PS. You're gay.

Tom Garvey, Sunday, 27 February 2005 09:51 (twenty-one years ago)

I dont even like music.

Trayce is fed up (trayce), Sunday, 27 February 2005 09:53 (twenty-one years ago)

Thanks kate, but I do feel like criticism can be relevant, or more than that, can be art. I just think most people aren't honest about why they like what they like or think what they think. I think most people (and I include myself in this category, God knows) are formed by the general prejudices of their family/town/region/country/religion (etc... ad naudeam) and never really get/take the chance to go farther afield. A guide book can be immensely satisfying, not to mention entertaining, but if it's written too close to home, it's just a nice little memoir essentially.

Tom, if I were gay, you'ld be the first person I'd ask to suck m* d1c6.

Michael White (Hereward), Sunday, 27 February 2005 10:00 (twenty-one years ago)

Criticism as art = gay.

Tom Garvey, Sunday, 27 February 2005 10:04 (twenty-one years ago)

Point taken.

Michael White (Hereward), Sunday, 27 February 2005 10:08 (twenty-one years ago)

'intellectual' and 'emotional' responses to art, are hardly the stuff of 'never the twain', they blur, they're just different facets. one is the articulation of the other, and, vice versa

ilkley lido (gareth), Sunday, 27 February 2005 10:15 (twenty-one years ago)

note: I love everything

conclusion: stay, dude.

jel -- (jel), Sunday, 27 February 2005 10:38 (twenty-one years ago)

C'mon man, you are an irreplaceable member of this online community. Nobody brings the Continental flair like you do- you are the consummate flaneur, the rest are just spammeurs. On second thought, you misspelled two of your italicized foreignisms in so many posts, so maybe you should go- go and sleep it off!

As for all the rockcrit on the other board, remember: "Do not ask for the meaning, ask for the use."

Ken L (Ken L), Sunday, 27 February 2005 11:12 (twenty-one years ago)

Wow, someone else apart from me who likes Etienne Daho!

caitlin (caitlin), Sunday, 27 February 2005 11:13 (twenty-one years ago)

Wow, someone else who feels like a fraud on here!

kate/baby loves headrub (papa november), Sunday, 27 February 2005 11:18 (twenty-one years ago)

...my irrational love of Luna despite all the worthy and intelligent advice I read here to the contrary...

Well I thought it was just some play on the Friday Flirting thread and not quite that serious, but I can't say that it seems at all irrational to me...

Hang around, Michael. You are interesting.

This is a difficult question, though. I don't think there is that much that is valuable and true in criticism that is objective. There may be some things ('that singer is out of tune in six places on this track'), but turning such facts into artistic judgement is problematic, since you can often argue that these factual apparent flaws are actually good things. I value good criticism greatly, on a few levels. If the writer is good enough, or if I know them well enough, it can be a useful guide for me towards things I might appreciate, and indeed away in other cases. It can be entertaining to read, often more entertaining than the work it is discussing - I would much rather read a major Mark S piece on his beloved Queen Of The Damned than actually watch it again, and Kogan's article spinning off from Disco Tex's Get Dancing (is it still up somewhere?) gave me more pleasure than the record has. That's an example of a piece that opened my mind up, made me think in new ways about aspects of music and indeed other forms, which leads me to the main apologia for criticism, I think: that it enhances your understanding of the work and by extension the form, or even art in general. In my experience this is certainly true, and very valuable. I've heard a lot of people say that over-analysing things (they mean any serious attempt at criticism) sucks out the joy to be had, but that has never happened to me.

I used to be professionally involved in comic books, including editing a magazine about them. I was trying to advance the form of comic criticism in the UK, which given the level it was at, wasn't much of a challenge. I thought I was doing good work at the time, and while I wouldn't necessarily wish to stand behind much of what I wrote 15 years on, it was serious enough to be an example here - a critique or review (I won't try to separate those things now) sometimes ran to a couple of thousand words. I also read all the good criticism of comics, and plenty that wasn't good, that I could find. It enhanced my appreciation of comics on an intellectual level, but I also got far more out of them on other levels, and enjoyed them more. It's been my experience since - I wrote an article for FT some months ago on Al Green's How Can You Mend A Broken Heart, and analysing that in some depth did nothing but good to my enjoyment of it.

Another extension for this is exemplified in the parallel work I did editing comics: not only did I do a better job in selection and amendment because of my improved judgement, I attracted people (including one person who had never so much has submitted anywhere else) because they trusted my judgement and understanding. I am just as convinced that good criticism can make a contribution towards improving an art form. I think that the skills are different, so the numbers of people moving from being a good critic to being a good practitioner is realtively small, but there are plenty of good examples (and the quality of practitioners as critics varies widely too), but the indirect influence isn't really measurable, but I know from my own experience and from talking to comic writers and artists that there are effects.

I think that's a pretty good justification: useful to people as a guide, interesting in its own right aside from its referents, enhancing enjoyment, improving the art form in question. That there is no objective rightness or wrongness about most anything involved with art is something we have to live with, I think.

Martin Skidmore (Martin Skidmore), Sunday, 27 February 2005 11:33 (twenty-one years ago)

Michael, I'm drunk, but I think you should keep hanging out here. You are cool.

Spencer Chow (spencermfi), Sunday, 27 February 2005 12:29 (twenty-one years ago)

I agree with Spencer, and I'm sober!

Michael you always have intelligent things to say.

Ronan (Ronan), Sunday, 27 February 2005 13:00 (twenty-one years ago)

and you seem cool too.

Ronan (Ronan), Sunday, 27 February 2005 13:01 (twenty-one years ago)

Micheal, you make me chuckle! so stay!

Hari A$hur$t (Toaster), Sunday, 27 February 2005 13:20 (twenty-one years ago)

kogan on disco tex

stay michael

mark s (mark s), Sunday, 27 February 2005 13:24 (twenty-one years ago)

Michael, you're far and away one of the better people I can think of here. For serious.

Deerninja B4rim4, Plus-Tech Whizz Kid (Barima), Sunday, 27 February 2005 15:17 (twenty-one years ago)

Adding to the praise. Yer a cool dude.

Ned Raggett (Ned), Sunday, 27 February 2005 16:54 (twenty-one years ago)

my irrational love of Luna

Since when is this irrational?? (Martin beat me to my own joke)

(I made it anyway)

(I refuse to not do things I shouldn't just because someone else did them first. Except in certain arenas. Let's not go there...)

Anyway, I'd miss you, please stay.

luna's eeee, Sunday, 27 February 2005 19:01 (twenty-one years ago)

you're just fishing for compliments ;)

ken c (ken c), Sunday, 27 February 2005 19:08 (twenty-one years ago)

If you won't tell anyone, Ken, I won't.

Sorry for the maudlin whining, folks, and for the drunken misspelling, Ken L, or should I say, quenelle, 'twas merely vin triste.

Michael White (Hereward), Sunday, 27 February 2005 20:25 (twenty-one years ago)

I had my own little ILXistential crisis this week, but a couple regulars sorted me out on AIM. Now I'm all happy.

Spencer Chow (spencermfi), Sunday, 27 February 2005 20:52 (twenty-one years ago)

I heart roo, Michael.

Remy (null) (x Jeremy), Sunday, 27 February 2005 21:24 (twenty-one years ago)

I know. You two did tag team sabotage on a thread of mine the other day.

Ken L (Ken L), Sunday, 27 February 2005 21:29 (twenty-one years ago)

I heart the tactic of pulling le quotidien out a crisis like flowers out of a hat. She has turned her face to the wall (James) and begun to trace the paisley print in the wallpaper. The 80s were shrill, but kids born in the 80s bring the flowers out with soil clinging to the roots, bedhead, hoodies, and peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. Martha Stewart has adopted it as a business decision. With you, I trust it is not from ignorance or fear.

youn, Sunday, 27 February 2005 21:52 (twenty-one years ago)

Wow, Michael turned into Dee!

But seriously you're the best. I always look forward to your cosmopolitan brand of je ne sais quoi.

Orbit (Orbit), Monday, 28 February 2005 00:01 (twenty-one years ago)


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