What I'm thinking of is when a pop artist does something so good, so finely-honed or fully-rendered, that they leave themselves, in a sense, with nowhere to go.
The one obvious example of this in contemporary pop is Stephin Merritt. He has produced possibly the best and most astonishingly all-encompassing LP in pop history. However many great songs he has written in the past (a great many, by my lights) or may write in the future (anyone's guess), hasn't he, in a sense, shot his bolt?
Anyone disagree with this? Any solutions? Other examples? Comparisons with other art forms (cf. Welles, Joyce, whoever)?
― the pinefox, Wednesday, 5 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
That's him behind the new Jay-Z album, then? I salute him.
― Ned Raggett, Wednesday, 5 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― DV, Wednesday, 5 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
Yes, there are people who will never escape being labelled as 'that guy who wrote [x]', but this is mainly a surface reading. If the next record is just as great there will be some who will feel the need to delve deeper.
The only solution is for the artist to Just Not Care. Or be proud that the work captured the public imagination.
Artistically is a whole other question. For myself, I think the best way to avoid being pigeonholed is to not make some pathetic variation on a theme and claim it as new, but to go the whole way- Stephin Merritt goes d'n'b, for example. I was actually arguing with someone that Iggy Pop should have done this and started to play laptops, but I don't think they were very impressed with the idea.
Or you could quit the music industry while you're ahead and go live in the mountains.
― emil.y, Wednesday, 5 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Tom, Wednesday, 5 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
The laptop thing was kind of a joke, too.
― Tracer Hand, Wednesday, 5 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― dave q, Wednesday, 5 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
2. Tracer H says: when you've sorted one thing, just do another. That sounds glib to me. For one thing, artists, in general, can't do another thing like they can do the first - so they will just produce inferior work. I don't think that's a very good justification for 'taking risks'. For another, re. the specific example of Merritt - what else can he do? Is there a game he hasn't won yet?
― the pinefox, Wednesday, 12 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― dave q, Wednesday, 12 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― DavidM, Wednesday, 12 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
Mixed in from Alsatian Cousin. A reference to Morrissey's love of 60s kitchen-sink dramas, ATV was a popular television channel in the UK. On reflection, one of the weaker tracks on the first album, although its clever placement on the track listing (providing a link from the ferocious Alsatian Cousin to the chartworthy Everyday Is Like Sunday) redeems it somewhat. The title comes from a 1934 German film which was based on a book of the same name, by Hans Fallada. The song itself is reputedly about Jack Wilde on ATV's "Look Familiar".
― daniel, Wednesday, 12 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)