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One-hit wonders are taking up too much space in my
noggin. How am I supposed to keep up
with all those one-off books, paintings, music and even
sports titles? I really wish there
were only about 100 people to remember in each field.
What we need is a process to reassign ownership of these
singletons to designated artists
who are better known and have a larger oeuvre. For
instance, the Macarena by Los Del Rios
(who?!) should go to Ricky Martin, Moby Dick could be
handed to Robert Louis Stevenson
(sorry Herman Melville), Picasso can subsume Georges
Braque for the Violin and Candlestick, and Tiger
Woods may as well have Michael Campbell's sole US
Open title for all that it matters.
Royalties could continue to be channelled to the original
creators via some back office
function that I don't need to know about, and this could
include some compensation for loss
of public profile.
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Maybe you just need a bigger brain? |
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What we need - probably what you have described - is a collateralised culture instrument, wherein high, low and middlebrow culture are collected and packaged for dispersal into the brains of the world. Taking a share in such a product will require you to remember only the instrument's name (names will be snappy, I am assured), which will make things easier. Once you're bored of the fruits of your CCI, simply trade it on a regulated culture bourse. |
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Didn't this used to be called "Now That's What I Call Music Volume n" where n = {1, 2, 3, 4, ...}? |
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//What we need is a process //
Such a process already exists. In the music industry it's called 'Record Labels', in literature it's called 'Publishers' and in art it's called, err, well, probably 'Christies'.
Stop trying to remember the names of all those pointlessly temperamental and fleetingly famous artists and remember the names of the businesses that sold you their work instead. So, next time you feel the need to buy a good book just ask for 'Wuthering Heights' by Penguin Classics (or whoever). No longer need you care which of the annoying Bronte sisters wrote it. And whilst you are at it, why not listen to 'Never Mind the Bollocks..' by Virgin Records! |
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Shooting-own-foot syndrome; with no incentive for
new talent to create and make a name, all that will
ultimately remain is old stale creativity becoming
embedded without challenge. |
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Much as I can see the tongue sticking out the side of the cheek, what you've described sounds like generic classification by period/locale or by style originator. |
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// with no incentive for new talent to create and make a
name, all that will ultimately remain is old stale creativity
becoming embedded without challenge // |
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Fair enough, the committee would also have to adjudicate on
membership of the designated artist club. If someone
generates enough hits then they can break in to the list and
become an "overnight sensation"! |
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I had an overnight sensation once. The doofus
upstairs let his bathtub overflow. |
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