"You take the blue pill, the story ends.
You wake up
in your bed and believe whatever you want to believe.
You take the red
pill, you stay in Wonderland, and I show you how deep the rabbit hole
goes."
As we begin the new year, there are so many questions about where the world is heading. Fake news, political hacking, scandals and pseudo-reality TV wash over us like never-ending tidal waves from a tsunami and threaten to drown us in a wasteland of lethargic human-like robots. Sometimes we need to unplug from the digital world and clear out the noise in our heads. Let the haze abate so that we can clearly see the real world and not the matrix that has been programmed for us. Back in the old NPGMC days, Prince shared an essay entitled The Digital Haze. I thought I would share that here.
If u have ever found urself staring endlessly at the screen,
without purpose, feeling strangely empty-headed — u r not alone. Millions of
people worldwide r feeling xactly the same way u do, and u know it.
It used 2 b that the screen in front of which u felt that
way was the TV screen. “Tele-vision” — such a promising medium, full of
wonderful, educational, cultural, artistic potential… And what do we have now?
We do have the 500 channels that the technocrats kept promising us. And we’ll soon
get high-definition, theater-like TV as well, no doubt.
But all the technological advances in the world cannot hide
the fact that the screen we r staring at is an empty screen — a screen blurting
out a constant stream of pointless, meaningless images stuffed down r gaping
throats. Television has slowly but surely turned us in2 hallucinated dummies.
The average IQ of the TV-fed population might have increased by a few points,
but anyone who has set foot in a classroom recently knows very well that this is
not the kind of intelligence that ENLIGHTENS or uplifts anyone.
TV has definitely become the “supreme time waster” (George
Gilder), the ad-impacted wall of universal banality, gratuitous violence,
unbearable silliness, and beyond-embarrassing innuendo against which any
remnants of lucidity will inevitably come crashing and fade away.
The Real Virtuality
In this brand new millennium, however, r lives r just as
full of computer monitors as they r of TV screens. And, un4tunately, much in
the same way TV has more or less wasted all its potential, it seems that the
computer — this potentially amazing tool which was supposed 2 bring us
“interactivity,” 2 xpand r horizons far beyond the limited, 2-dimensional world
of TV — is quickly following the same path.
We r not talking about the infamous “world wide wait” here —
the constant waiting 4 ur computer 2 do whatever u asked it 2 do. No,
technological advances will soon take care of that. We won’t have 2 wait 4 much
longer. We will soon all get “instant access.” That’s not the problem.
The problem is — instant access 2 what? If current trends r
any indication, we won’t have access 2 much more than a slightly “enhanced”
replica of the collective hallucination that TV has ended up creating. U might
b able 2 participate in pseudo-“polls” and “surveys” (which no one xcept 4 the
FIFA ever really takes in2 account), u might b able 2 fill out “feedback forms”
and subscribe 2 “mailing lists”… However, whatever ignorance the traditional
moguls don’t manage 2 impose on u themselves thru those “official” vehicles is
soon perpetrated by the anarchy of confusing voices and endless inarticulate
babble that disguises itself under fancy labels such as “web forums” or
“newsgroups.”
Who is still able 2 use the word “news” without quotation
marks 2 describe any of the mainstream services labelled as such? Does anyone
really believe that what is called “news,” be it on TV, on the radio, in the
morning papers or on the Net, is actually anything new?
A politician who campaigns against clear-cutting or rampant
urbanization and actually gets elected — that would b news.
A new record that sells millions of copies without
over-the-top promotion, thru the sheer quality of its music — that would b
news.
A major movie without sex or violence that still manages 2 b
both erotic and cathartic — that would b news.
A profit-making multinational that puts its workers ahead of
its shareholders — that would b news.
A health report that covers a scientific achievement that
actually brings relief to long-suffering patients, rather than the promise of
potential relief 10 years down the road if all further tests are conclusive and
not 2 many rats or monkeys die in the process — that would b news.
A half-hour news program that devotes 20 percent of its
airing time — that would b a full 6 minutes — 2 addressing issues directly
affecting 20 percent of the population — that’s how many still live in poverty
in the US — that would b news.
But what u r watching on TV, hearing on the radio or
accessing on the web isn’t news. It’s a collective ILLUSION that poses as the
“real world” and has made us all 4get what the real real world looks like. It’s
a “virtual reality” that has become more real than the actual reality, that
occupies r minds much more than the actual reality ever manages 2 do. It’s a
constant stream of immediately 4gettable and immediately 4gotten “content”
based on a meaningless, mind-numbing “cult of the next” (designer Michael
Graves). “Give us something other than what u gave us yesterday” is the one and
only philosophy upon which the little bit of thinking that happens 2 go on in
the minds of r “decision-makers” is solely based.
Music or Plastic?
It becomes even sadder when u look at what this whole system
has done 2 music — or what now passes 4 music in these computerized days… The
use of the computer continues 2 further blur the line between real talent and
plastic. In order 2 produce something “new,” u just need 2 push the same
buttons in a different order. Just like any other field subjected 2 the joint
forces of technology and capitalism, music is becoming more and more of a
“product” and less and less of an art.
Is there any denying this objective, palpable, observable
decline? How many real music lovers actually listen 2 anything in the Top 40?
Or, as Chuck D. puts it, does real art matter much “2 the masses that see hip
hop as something similar 2 fast food fries”?
The computer, un4tunately, has become the tool of choice in
this decline. Drum machines, digital synthesizers, music software, digital recording
equipment — those were tools that, once again, were supposed 2 xpand r musical
horizons, 2 take us in2 new realms of endless sonic possibilities…
Instead, they've turned out 2 b mostly the right tools in
the wrong hands. Rather than being used 4 sonic xploration, they r being used
as a cheaper SUBSTITUTE 4 the real thing, a faster, more “cost-effective” way
of producing product.
Mind-Opening vs Mind-Numbing
Real drummers don’t play every note perfectly. They go with
the flow, so 2 speak, they strive 2 squeeze as much tightness as possible out
of their interaction with the other instruments in the band. They create a 4m
of anticipation, of MUSICAL AWARENESS both in their fellow players and in the
listener. They keep the listener aware of the xploratory nature of their
playing. It’s the same with all instruments. And when u put them 2GETHER, when
that funky guitar lick falls xactly where the drummer wanted it 2 fall, where
he had created SPACE 4 it, between the pumping bass and the keyboard chord — and
that’s not necessarily xactly on the beat — then it all makes musical sense, it
all GELS — and the resulting jelly is a xhilarating, mind-opening xperience 4
both the players and the audience.
How is a machine ever going 2 b able 2 recreate that? The
best effect that a drum machine, playing uni4mly, xactly, directly on the beat
can hope 2 have on the listener is some kind of numbing effect, some 4m of
HYPNOSIS that doesn’t require awareness, but surrender.
This hypnotic value, in itself, can of course b used, on
occasion, 2 convey some sort of “message” or 2 evoke some specific kind of
mood. Also, skilled drummers with their own xisting mastery of the instrument
might find ways 2 complement their drumming thru clever, innovative use of drum
machines.
However, when computerized music machines r used — like they
r in most cases these days — as a substitute 4 the real thing, then they can’t
really hope 2 b much more than an ERSATZ, a desperately dull imitation. In the
sadly very real world of “virtual” music, instead of being an instrument,
instead of just being a vehicle 2 xpress the creativity of the musician, the
computer is quickly becoming the musician itself. When all it takes 2 “play” a
song is 2 just press a button once and then listen 2 the machine play and sing
the entire song 4 u, can it really still b called art? When one single
half-baked, half-original musical idea is stretched through endless, repetitive
looping over 5 boring minutes, is it still really a song?
R scientists still know very little about how r brains
operate, but we wouldn’t b surprised if science one day demonstrated that live
instrument playing and musical machines affect 2 completely different areas of
the mind. Intuitively, we would say that machines pretty much shut down what live
instruments manage 2 open, that is, the part of r selves that can b TOUCHED,
that can b MOVED — in other words, r HEARTS and SOULS.
Tainted Water
The drumming machine is a perfect xample of what the
computer will never even come close 2 recreating — let alone actually CREATING.
We have no doubt that further technical “improvements” will enable the people
using those machines 2 achieve a seemingly more accurate imitation of the real
thing, but it is and will remain an imitation.
And it makes perfect sense, really.
Most machines r created by engineers, not by artists.
Engineers can spend all their lives trying 2 get their machines 2 reproduce
what they think is human thought or creativity as closely as possible — without
ever asking themselves WHY on earth they would even want 2 achieve a thing.
It’s silly, no?
And most machines r used by merchants, not artists. Which
brings us 2 another point. By the time u get 2 hear a certain piece of music on
the air, it has already gone thru half a dozen MATRIXES:
- the artist
- the manager
- the record company
- the visual medium (what song would make a good
video)
- the program director
- and the DJ (who says whether or not he likes the
song)
As u can c, when a program director says, “I can play
whatever I want,” he means 2 say, “I can play whatever I choose from what I am
GIVEN.” And what he is given is something that has already gone thru a xtensive
selection process that has little 2 do with music.
The worst matrix of all is the artists themselves,
un4tunately, becuz most let all the other matrixes have a pernicious influence
on them and their “artistic choices.”
The end result is that, by the time the water finally
reaches us, it’s so dirty that we gag.
The problem with machines is that they r, here again, used 2
make the matrixes even more “efficient.” Where, in the past, an artist could
still faintly hope 2 find, by chance, a human ear able 2 abstract itself from
all that jive and let its instinct speak — now we have machines crunching
numbers and spitting out “market surveys” and “profit estimates.” Everything is
becoming more and more computer-assisted, automated, and the real victims r the
artists, with their quickly disappearing freedom of thought, freedom of choice.
The Greatest?
Lest we 4get, the music lover himself is caught in his own
web of matrixes. From the record stores at which he is able 2 shop, 2 the radio
stations that r available 2 him, 2 the selection of music 2 which he is xposed
thru the various media outlets 2 which he has access, 2 his own internal
conflicts between what he FEELS that he likes and he THINKS that he should
like, between the responsibility he has 2 compensate the artists 4 their work
and his reluctance 2 give most of his money away 2 record companies which r
basically xploiting the artists he likes — the music lover is faced, on his own
smaller scale, with the same type of struggle that faces the artist.
And, here again, at this point in time, the computer is
mostly being used 2 enhance xisting structures and make them more effective,
more profitable. There is a battle going on right now, as we speak, between the
obsolete structures that traditional companies and media outlets r trying 2
impose on the digital world, and the FREEDOM afforded by this same digital
world 2 its individual members.
Let’s take the xample of music charts, and more specifically
of those “lists” that keep popping up out of nowhere and pretend 2 classify,
rate, prioritize music 4 us. “The 100 Best Albums Of All Time,” “The 100
Greatest Guitarists,” “The 100 Greatest Guitar Solos,” “The Best of The Year
2000”… We’ve seen them all, we know how meaningless they r, and yet it seems
that they r becoming the automatic escape mechanism 4 uninspired journalists
and “pundits” who have run out of ways 2 talk — or more specifically not talk —
about music, and r desperate 2 fill their columns or the cover of their
magazines b4 the next deadline.
Does any music lover actually recognize themselves in those
lists? We have nothing against people xpressing their own personal preferences…
But they should at the very least b presented as such. Instead, the compilers
of those lists claim 2 have consulted “music xperts,” 2 have conducted
scientific polls among artists and 2 have established the ultimate, definitive,
undisputable truth… until next month’s list, of course.
Revolver better than Songs In The Key Of Life? “Taxman,”
“Yellow Submarine” and “Doctor Robert” better than “Love’s In Need Of Love
Today,” “I Wish” and “Pastime Paradise”? If u could ask Paul McCartney, what do
u think he would answer?
It’s a real competition out there. Each web site needs 2
have its own “Best Of,” or so it seems. Soon enough, we will get
computer-generated lists: “Based on comprehensive scientific analysis of the
digitally sampled sound waves of 10,000 recordings, our supercomputer has
established that the Beatles were indeed better than the Rolling Stones and
that the 100 Best Albums Of All Time are…”
Here again, instead of being put 2 good use, the computer,
the Internet r merely used 2 amplify, 2 worsen an xisting source of wasted
talk. It would b easy 2 just ignore the proliferation of such lists, if they
didn’t play such a part in perpetuating the status quo that empowers the
producers and the customers 2 the detriment of the artists and the music
lovers.
It would be easy 2 ignore such lists if they were not such a
typical symptom of the widespread tendency 2 avoid discussing the REAL ISSUES.
The Real ?s
Indeed, as every1 can c, music is fast becoming a prime
xample of the fundamental issues that r “digital world” is raising — issues
such as:
Where
is the soul in a computer-induced world?
If
the world we create is driven by computers, where do we live?
Can
true artistic talent still survive against this mass of pseudo-art?
Will
those who use the computer survive against those who let it use them?
Can
and will true art live on?
Is
true art still feasible, still realistic in 2day’s mind-numbing, computer-aided
digital haze?
U b the judge.
From Bad 2 Worse
Computers rn’t bad in themselves, of course. It’s just that
they r 2 often used by the xisting system 2 make everything that’s already bad
even worse. Computers calculating what would please us. Computers guessing what
we want. Y do we ever need 2 b TOLD what we want? Y do we ever buy music based
on what we r told rather than what we HEAR? No one seems 2 dare 2 take the time
2 xplore music at his/her own pace. Let the computer do the xploring 4 u and
find something “new” 4 u. Fast food fries indeed.
Real music by real artists 4 real music lovers is being
relegated 2 the margins. Those margins might b somewhat stronger thanks 2 some
of those new technologies (such as digital distribution), but they r still
margins — and there is little sign of a 4thcoming, wide-ranging revolution that
would really reverse the balance.
The NPG proposes 2 reverse the trend. NPG Online Ltd. wants
u 2 use ur computer 2 make a difference. R site eliminates the matrixes. Xplore
the music. Choose ur way. Let others b used. Tell us what u want. Say goodbye 2
the hype. Open ur mind. FEEL the music.
Like Prince once said, "The war will go on and on! You best leave now!" Is it the microchip in your neck? Is it a brave, new world? The choice is yours! Wake up, children! Dance the dance electric and Free Urself!
So now the question remains, do you take the red pill or do you take the blue pill?
