Re: Good music, bad music
posted at 2/15/2013 1:51 PM EST
In response to SonicsMonksLyresVicars' comment:
In response to devildavid's comment:
An analogy would be if you saw a masterful fake of Van Gogh painting you had never seen before would you enjoy it (assuming you like Van Gogh)? Sure. Then if you later found out it was a fake would you still appreciate the brush strokes, the subject, the perspective, the light, etc? Probably. But you wouldn't like it as much once you found out it was someone else's inspiration, Van Gogh's.
Inspiration matters to me. An artist/writer/composer sitting down in front of a blank piece of paper and creating something new, just out of their head, their imagination. Not "ooh, that's a good song, I can sing that too".
That's not really a good analogy. But if it was a good copy of Van Gogh, it would not alter the pleasure I got in looking at it. In fact, I have mainly seen reproductions of paintings. I don't need to see the original to enjoy the overall effect of the painting.
You are creating a fantasy world about the writer and inspiration, and you are free to to that. Someone can come up with a song in that way that I don't enjoy. The inspiration does not make the song any more enjoyable than an "uninspired" song sung in an inspiring way. It has nothing to do with thinking I can sing that. Many soul singers performed songs written by others, and while I may be able to sing some of them, I don't for a moment kid myself that I can sing them as good.
I don't appreciate being told that my respect for original composition is a "fantasy world".
If you are truly happy to knowingly look at a reproduction and get the same enjoyment as from the original, I'm happy for you. But that could never be enough for me.
Another imperfect analogy is that when I was at Uni I had a repro of Guernica on my wall, still my favourite painting. When I first saw the original I burst into tears, no repro could have prepared me for it.
Somewhat analogous, reading this conjured up the time that I finally got to see the Grand Canyon. I was breathless and speechless; it was of such astonishing beauty and so majestic, no pictures I had ever seen came close to the real thing, and nothing could have prepared me for it.
Then I heard someone (a jerk?!) in the crowd say, "hey, it's just a big hole in the ground. I've seen enough. I'm ready to leave."
Nothing (and no one) could have prepared me for that, either. :P