Sunday, September 30, 2007

Genesis; No Longer Just a Book in the Bible

What a band, what a band. The Genesis concert though impressive in its own right was complimented by a stunning visual display. Held in Giants stadium the stage was nothing short of breath taking. Video was constantly streaming behind the band as Phil Collins lead fans on a walk down memory lane. Many of the songs appealed to the original fans whom had been tracking the band since the 70’s, leaving later generation open mouthed at lyrics that had never graced their ears. This arena was not just the perfect setting for Genesis but for the media. Though the screen was the most attention demanding feature the presence of advertisements can not go on noted. The t-shirts alone could cause me to ramble on for several paragraphs; I wonder what those shirts say about the people who ware them.( It was as if I was becoming engulfed by walking billboards. All the while they’re screaming “I’ve done this before and I have the t-shirt to prove it”, “buy into the cult” and believe me, it is a cult .
Genesis is a band clearly drawing in an older demographic than the current generation, and thus they tailored their ads accordingly. I passed a good ten vendors offering me Beer and Smirnoff before I found anything I could legally purchase. Then I was faced with the daunting task of choosing, bottled water or lukewarm soda, Genesis had not accounted for its sober fans. The presence of alcohol though frustrating when you’re underage and thirsty always makes for good people watching. A man sitting directly to my right whom we shall call Bob, was simply mesmerized when ever the screen lit up with moving figures. Bob though he could not stand straight and I believe forgot his wife’s name at one point, was not alone in his amazement. The animation and use of graphic design took many by surprise, as well as the TV screens to the left and right of the stage which “zoomed in” on the action, allowing those with the farthest seats to still enjoy the show. Genesis, a long time favorite band, did not disappoint in sound, it did remind me though that my musical tastes are sometimes older than I am.

Saturday, September 22, 2007

Where in the World?

Ignore the fact that I am an inanimate object. Pretend for just a moment that you have an imagination and can fathom a talking sock. Welcome to somewhere far south of the rabbit hole. At this juncture is a place where artistic license trumps the law because here, there and everywhere in between, art is in everything. Do not misunderstand me for a hippy spewing liberal jargon. Or maybe accept me as a hippy spewing such jargon and heed my advice; the world will become more beautifully twisted if you recognize the overwhelming presence of art.

I’ve just come from recently seeing the movie Across the Universe which brought again the questions to my lips, what is art? And who is an artist? Surely some would have viewed Jude’s use of strawberries as a medium similar to paint as obscene and untraditional while others, marveled at his unconventionality and brilliance. A juxtaposition of opinions, a fruitless quest to classify the unclassifiable, so is the nature of art in America.

Art. Define it. Few of you will dare to try and slap a cohesive shinny label on one of the most subjective words in society’s vocabulary and that my friends is what this blog is about. It is about something broad, something that will make your bones creak with sheer effort if you try to take it on. So don’t take it on, don’t dissect it like a medical specimen, realize that is living, breathing, for ever changing, a questionable part of our world. It is here to stay and invites you to come for a visit, as do I.
Inanimatly yours, Sanders