this is a fish made out of thongs.
to that end, i used to have a CBC radio 3 page. i had a bunch of songs up there, along with some pictures and video content. i ended up getting a little bit of unexpected airplay through that, though it didn’t lead anywhere meaningful, and when i sent an email to the guy who gave me some short-lived attention thanking him and offering to send him more music, he didn’t respond, and never bothered acknowledging that i existed again after that. as you do.
a year or two ago, i tried to delete the page. the site wouldn’t let me do that. so i gutted it of all its content and left it as an empty shell. a digital husk.
part of the reasoning behind this was i’d lost any interest i might have once had in playing any part of the “game” when it comes to music and networking, and i’d grown tired of making myself so easy to find while some people persisted in labeling me inaccessible. i figured if i was going to be called a recluse all the time, i might as well start acting like one. you know, give the people what they want.
if i’m completely honest, another one of the reasons i wanted to obliterate my CBC radio 3 page was because of contests and competitions like the one that’s going on right now. in this case, it’s “the search for canada’s best new artist”, or some such thing.
let’s talk about that for a second. this contest isn’t even what it claims to be. if it really was, most of the bands and artists who’ve entered would be disqualified by default. because they’re not new. many of them have been bands for quite a few years now. hell, i’m nowhere near being new myself. i’ve been creating and recording music since 1994. so i couldn’t enter this contest and honestly call myself a new artist.
but that’s kind of beside the point. and what is the point? i don’t like competition in art. at least not this kind. i don’t like contests. i think they’re kind of stupid, and often altogether pointless. and i think a real artist is someone who’s too busy creating art to care much about getting involved in these kinds of things.
let me be clear here: i support local artists, and anyone who’s trying to make a living through their art. i’ve done a lot of things to help a lot of different people over the years in an effort to facilitate that. that i usually ended up getting stabbed in the back for my trouble and/or tossed aside once i fulfilled my purpose doesn’t diminish that my motives were good, and i at least did what i said i was going to do, unlike most of the people i went out of my way to help.
i’ve given a lot of money, time, effort, thought, and whatever skills i have — not because i thought i might look good doing it or get a reach-around when it was all over, but because i wanted to and it felt like the right thing to do. even after all the bad experiences i’ve had, that impulse is still there, at least most days. when it comes to music, i’ll help a friend if i can. i’ll help someone i don’t even really know if i can, as long as they seem like a decent person who isn’t going to force-feed me liver and onions at knife-point.
i just can’t stomach that stuff.
i’ve been a voter in these kinds of contests before. once i even played a small role in someone winning. at least i thought i did. i felt like i’d been part of something incredible, and it proved to me that a small community banding together really can make a difference and carry an underdog to improbable success. it kind of restored my faith in people a little bit.
those good feelings were short-lived. i learned the real reason for the victory was a whole lot of cheating, lying, and some clever exploiting of loopholes. this was encouraged by the victor, tacitly if not directly, and then bragged about after the fact. i voted the legitimate way, playing by the rules, thinking i was making a difference, while all around me people were creating countless fake profiles, using different email addresses, to stack the deck in their favour.
when i found out about that, i felt dirty. i felt like i’d been robbed of something that had never really been mine to begin with. and then i got to watch the person who’d stolen it manufacture a tale of how they came to possess this thing they didn’t really deserve, while an audience assembled and gave truth to the lie of how it came to be theirs so they too could claim to be a part of the story.
it didn’t matter to them that none of it was based on anything real. a good story tells itself, after all. they were little more than peripheral characters who got to write their own dialogue.
some people will make — and have made — the argument that the ends justify the means. that if the “right” person wins, it doesn’t matter how they won. and if one individual or entity in a community wins, everyone wins. so who cares?
those people are entitled to make those arguments. doesn’t mean i’m going to see any validity to them, just as they’re not going to agree with what i have to say. and if they want to respond to my rant by using my name in a pun designed to denigrate me, they’re entitled to do that too. i feel what i feel, and they feel what they feel, and never the twain shall meet.
(i would make sure i knew what a word like “pragmatism” meant before using it to try and jab a stick in someone’s eye. i would also make sure i wasn’t just holding a mirror up to my own hypocrisy by making such a public show of taking a simple difference of opinion and turning it into an excuse to stoop to the level of ad hominem attacks because i was trying to win this very contest and didn’t like some of the sketchy tactics i was using being criticized. but that’s just me. i wouldn’t engage in a bizarre two-tiered attempt at shaming the person i disagreed with and drumming up some attention for myself by bringing our disagreement to the attention of the CBC themselves. and i wouldn’t then take the coward’s way out and make my entire blog private so no one could read my side of the argument after it didn’t really play out in my favour.)
back to the contest. really, the whole thing has nothing at all to do with talent or the artistic merit of the submissions. whoever wins will be the artist or band capable of getting the most people to vote for them, through whatever means necessary. it’s a popularity contest. nothing more. the prize is $20,000 worth of musical equipment from yamaha and a professionally recorded radio session to help give the winner some exposure. chances are whoever wins this won’t need the equipment, and they’ll already have a pretty large built-in audience.
the whole thing is a mirage designed to give assistance to those who don’t need it, while ignoring those who might genuinely benefit from it.
here’s an idea. instead of having a competition that rewards popularity, how about pooling your resources and finding a few artists who are making amazing music in their basements, who don’t have any real audience, who don’t have much money or equipment, but love what they do and have talent that transcends their technical limitations? how about giving them some of this equipment you’re able to obtain for free or next-to-nothing thanks to the deals you have with manufacturers, and giving them the opportunity to record a song or two in a professional environment, and giving them a little bit of exposure if they want it, because you think what they do deserves to be heard by a few more people?
but wait! that would require some research and dedication, and the only real reward would be doing something meaningful for someone who’s deserving but might not ever get the chance to show many people what they can do for one reason or another. you couldn’t just set up an automated online system to tabulate votes and let the whole thing take care of itself, knowing you would end up with a nice-looking, inoffensive musical entity to promote at the end of it all. you’d have to do some work, and use your brain and your heart in order to make something happen.
it’s a nice idea, anyway.
i guess this is all just my long-winded way of saying i think this facet of competition as a general thing is pretty silly, and it’s not something i’m interested in being any part of. i don’t even want to watch from the sidelines.
i have better things to do. i have music to make.