Woebot
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There's a resurgence on interest in this bloke's works, largely in these parts owing to Ariel Pink's championing of him (though now it appears they're no longer pals!?!) just last week i went here:
http://www.rsteviemoore.com/
which is slightly gruesome in the way that most outsider art is. what is it about outsider art that is so distinctly repellant? i suppose its difficult to qualify precisely what characterises an outsider artist, recognition of them seems to be more based on an instinctual reaction one (OK 'i') have upon being confronted by them. someone like harry partch for instance. you could argue he's an outsider, but somehow his vaulting ambition, enthusiasm for culture and historical adroitness (he's an archetypal modernist) compensate.
even someone like sun ra, who cons you into believing he's an outsider (and all the discourse around him suggest he is) plays ball with the zeitgest time and again. being a member of the AACM, signed to esp, even doing versions of funk (UFO) and Rap (Nuclear War) to keep his hand in. nah, Ra's not an outsider. ariel pink's the same too. he's no outsider, theres some kind of tension between the fame and obscurity in his case (maybe thats where his and rsm's rift founders) but THANK GOD, he's engaged with the here and now.
all the arguments in favour of outsider artists appear strong and valid, even more valid than those "locked within discourse with their time and place". you know, the indefatigable auteur shaking his fist at the corrupt body of capitalist-dominated toadying fake art. all thats bullshit i reckon. even more strongly i've begun to come of the opinion that the true artist is the person who self-conciously emulates rather him than strives for individuality. probably ancient chinese wisdom of some flavour
but STILL anathema to the standard western romantic traditions of appreciation and enculturation.
maybe the refusal to engage with the broader culture instead of producing bracing originality engernders a kind of solipsistic hermetecism. the word wank immediately springs to mind.
when i hear r stevie moore's music, and actually no i'm not bothered that everyone from the rather charitable mr robert christagau downwards thinks he's some lost genius, i hear mildew and carpet-stains. of the 34 songs i've heard which are available to download off his site i've not heard a single one which doesnt make me wince. and c'mon who but a total idjut is going to make his bad songs available as a taster for the public?
sure there's sonic similarities to lots of things in there (i'm not valorising "connections" im just using it here as some kind of barometer for engagement) you can hear second-hand traces of paul mccartney's solo albums (being a bit snide here in case you need me to underline it
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two thoughts sprung to mind. one that r stevie moore might, even more than kylie minogue be the apposite "pop" artist in that he's only playing lipservice to the cultural groundswell of the day. actually, weirdly, listening to these quasi-demos gives me (shudders) the same feeling as listening to past-its-sell-by-date pop music like for instance brian and michael's "matchstick men and matchstick cats and dogs" that unmistakable odour of public toilets (i'm no cottager honest guv!)
my other thought is that i'd rather (a thousand times over) listen to an honest failure. some poor band who falied in their absurd attempt to reach recognition, like i dunno The Associates or maybe even St Etienne (?) than some under-ambitious disapproving self-obsessed self-sufficent crackpot. you got to fucking put it out there, try to engage, even if you know everyone's going to think its crap.
r stevie moore=bad vibes
http://www.rsteviemoore.com/
which is slightly gruesome in the way that most outsider art is. what is it about outsider art that is so distinctly repellant? i suppose its difficult to qualify precisely what characterises an outsider artist, recognition of them seems to be more based on an instinctual reaction one (OK 'i') have upon being confronted by them. someone like harry partch for instance. you could argue he's an outsider, but somehow his vaulting ambition, enthusiasm for culture and historical adroitness (he's an archetypal modernist) compensate.
even someone like sun ra, who cons you into believing he's an outsider (and all the discourse around him suggest he is) plays ball with the zeitgest time and again. being a member of the AACM, signed to esp, even doing versions of funk (UFO) and Rap (Nuclear War) to keep his hand in. nah, Ra's not an outsider. ariel pink's the same too. he's no outsider, theres some kind of tension between the fame and obscurity in his case (maybe thats where his and rsm's rift founders) but THANK GOD, he's engaged with the here and now.
all the arguments in favour of outsider artists appear strong and valid, even more valid than those "locked within discourse with their time and place". you know, the indefatigable auteur shaking his fist at the corrupt body of capitalist-dominated toadying fake art. all thats bullshit i reckon. even more strongly i've begun to come of the opinion that the true artist is the person who self-conciously emulates rather him than strives for individuality. probably ancient chinese wisdom of some flavour
maybe the refusal to engage with the broader culture instead of producing bracing originality engernders a kind of solipsistic hermetecism. the word wank immediately springs to mind.
when i hear r stevie moore's music, and actually no i'm not bothered that everyone from the rather charitable mr robert christagau downwards thinks he's some lost genius, i hear mildew and carpet-stains. of the 34 songs i've heard which are available to download off his site i've not heard a single one which doesnt make me wince. and c'mon who but a total idjut is going to make his bad songs available as a taster for the public?
sure there's sonic similarities to lots of things in there (i'm not valorising "connections" im just using it here as some kind of barometer for engagement) you can hear second-hand traces of paul mccartney's solo albums (being a bit snide here in case you need me to underline it
two thoughts sprung to mind. one that r stevie moore might, even more than kylie minogue be the apposite "pop" artist in that he's only playing lipservice to the cultural groundswell of the day. actually, weirdly, listening to these quasi-demos gives me (shudders) the same feeling as listening to past-its-sell-by-date pop music like for instance brian and michael's "matchstick men and matchstick cats and dogs" that unmistakable odour of public toilets (i'm no cottager honest guv!)
my other thought is that i'd rather (a thousand times over) listen to an honest failure. some poor band who falied in their absurd attempt to reach recognition, like i dunno The Associates or maybe even St Etienne (?) than some under-ambitious disapproving self-obsessed self-sufficent crackpot. you got to fucking put it out there, try to engage, even if you know everyone's going to think its crap.
r stevie moore=bad vibes