MissConstrue wrote:
Crap is subjective, only an artist who accomplishes his work via music, painting, writing etc. is the one experiencing its beauty. Not every work of music or art will ever satisfy a person's hunger for "perfection".
I think in essence I was backing up what you said about the celestial or divine aspects. If we were to look at those from an atheistic point of view they're still very real, just that what its tapping into is the leviathan nature of our subconscious - it seems like its 100 parts to one with our consciousness sometimes, perhaps more.
Those who can't feel the soul of music that way and would insist on pure numbers or means within the music are the types of people who will take that idea, try to make it as well as they can, they'll come back and play what they made, but if they're missing the soul/spirit/celestial understanding of the music it simply won't work.
The funny thing about music is that its a form of art where, lets say all hell broke loose - we ended up having the pandemic flu that wiped out our country, it became a Mad Max or Book of Eli kind of world, music would actually become far more powerful. A Hollywood example is Shawshank Redemption with the guy throwing on a record over the PA for the prisoners where, being its a hollywood prison, its filled with people who stop and take a moment for revere, it hit them as if it was the national anthem. To make the kind of music that can really inspire hope, stir people within, it takes an understanding of what that is, how it works, how it sounds - math may likely never be able to cover that as the nuance is almost neverending.
That said there are songs that are just kind of there which meant something to the artist and then there is music that inspires people to live another day, music that would warm the hearts and souls if it had been snuck in on a small phonograph at Auschwitz. I think that's where one can argue that for most intents and purposes there is a qualitative difference.
MissConstrue wrote:
You could say Andy Warhol, Picasso or Salvadore Dali's works were crap or beauty. Therein lies the irony of creativity and the beauty in its beholders.
They had soul. I think most people take their art as far better and far more valuable than the painter who is technical perfection but paints the most drab, uninspiring landscapes or has no concept of 'soul' in artwork. In that sense nothing is communicated - it looks ok in a doctors office but it does little for anyone who isn't of their exact same ilk.
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