And the grand statues became readable barcodes… (when the epic became portable frippery)

Spending the afternoon trying to work out what I think about something, so here are some of the confused ideas currently moving like jumping beans inside my skull

Does culture become worthless if it is too easily accessible?
Does the immediate ability of being able to watch thousands of TV series on netflix, fill your playlist with spotify, and watch the widescreen on phone screens mulch artistic endeavor into something that is just there?
Does it turn everything that is intended for the foreground into background noise.
It is turned from experience to just a thing to occupy your time. How difficult can making a movie or song be when there are so many so immediately available?
Without the quest, is art diminished?
With so much watched individually on laptops, headphones in (not in all public transport), that the delight of shared experience is eroded to some hash-tagged tweets?
And now films and music are things of the ether, their solid cases, cartridges and discs have melted and risen into clouds.
The speed of the demise of music and film being an object has been hasty, looking in the charity shop window, the DVDs and CDs on display are achaic. The possession of shelves will soon be a sign of the Luddite.
Will we continue to discover the intriguing and surprising when our online profile will push bespoke choices on us for the personality and minds we are presumed to have?
Hopefully this is either a glitch or a delusion, but I have recently felt that something has changed with appreciation of the arts. We are drawn to our personal screen where we can experience a wide world we believe we are choosing to, which is really an increasingly myopic and prejudiced vision.
The web gives us opportunities to experience more and more, to expand our cosmopolitan desires, but it can also dress a ghetto as the whole wide world.
I liked the quest to find that Fall ep or that arthouse movie that wasn’t coming to a screen near me, so I had to wait for the holiday trip to the big city to go to that popcorn-less cinema with its trailers and adverts for the exotic and peculiar, and that record shop in Soho where people muttered the unusual. (when Soho was still strange and blush-worthy to a young teen). It was an event. If we reduce the sense of event, does it all become frippery?
Does the epic become handheld flotsam?

I am presenting myself in 3D in Bristol, Southport, Bridgwater, Henley-on-Thames and a town near you soon for all details.

Dead Funny, with stories by Stewart Lee, Sara Pascoe, Charlie Higson and many more is here

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4 Responses to And the grand statues became readable barcodes… (when the epic became portable frippery)

  1. Peter Stamp says:

    I suspect culture, like language, like fashion, like slang… just changes. And it was so much better when we were teenagers….

  2. robinince says:

    I think it is very easy to say this is a middle aged grouch, but this is not just the behaviour of the young, it is universally embraced, by teens and the middle aged.

  3. lanceleuven says:

    “Does the epic become handheld flotsam?”

    They said much the same about the introduction of paperbacks as I recall. And recorded music. And…well, just about everything. I think it’s easy for us to see the old ways die and assume that something irreplaceable is dying. But the format with which we experience culture isn’t really the important bit. It’s the culture itself that’s important. ANd, yes, you undoubtedly have fond memories of trips to far-flung places to buy records and see films, but the kids of today will have similar stories, and similar fond memories, just about different things.

  4. robinince says:

    but a paperback doesn’t change the written word, a big film being viewed on a phone on a train does change the art

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