Kill the wrathful angels, rise up the saccharine demons
less pathologically titled: Bjork would never win Idol
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Bjork would not have won Idol!
I have recently been listening to Bjork and falling in love all over again.
I typed live instead of love in that last sentence and I think there is something to it. I have been without music for the last year of so, not because I lack the means but because I lacked the interest. Recently the interest was reignited and I found myself alive again. Virgins realise how they have not yet been born into the world until that first touch and priests understand their inherent morbidity until they feel that first brush with the divine. I am born again and I have realised how dead my spirit without music.
Some people say digression, but unless it’s a paragraph long it’s not!
Like I said - I love Bjork.
Like the title says - She would not - could not - win Idol.
What would the judges say: Flat voice, inconsistent, faults in delivery and emphasis, not a chance in hell of ever selling a solitary CD.
What the judges don’t take into account: The listener will wait out patiently the three minutes of a song where her voice is flat, lifeless, dissonant with the music and just plain weird to hear that voice open up its throttles and turn into gravel and sweetness and wrath and grief and love and joy and rapture and envy and melancholia and syrup and lightening and eruption and sublimely encroach itself upon neurons that gasp and quake and convert their neighbours to a sound so unnatural as to be the voice of the very angels.
The whole Idol phenomenon could not accept a talent that accepts momentary mediocrity to allow the possibility of emotional and tonal brilliance. Instead it accepts a more consistent form of mediocrity – competence in lieu of unpredictable genius.
I have recently been listening to Bjork and falling in love all over again.
I typed live instead of love in that last sentence and I think there is something to it. I have been without music for the last year of so, not because I lack the means but because I lacked the interest. Recently the interest was reignited and I found myself alive again. Virgins realise how they have not yet been born into the world until that first touch and priests understand their inherent morbidity until they feel that first brush with the divine. I am born again and I have realised how dead my spirit without music.
Some people say digression, but unless it’s a paragraph long it’s not!
Like I said - I love Bjork.
Like the title says - She would not - could not - win Idol.
What would the judges say: Flat voice, inconsistent, faults in delivery and emphasis, not a chance in hell of ever selling a solitary CD.
What the judges don’t take into account: The listener will wait out patiently the three minutes of a song where her voice is flat, lifeless, dissonant with the music and just plain weird to hear that voice open up its throttles and turn into gravel and sweetness and wrath and grief and love and joy and rapture and envy and melancholia and syrup and lightening and eruption and sublimely encroach itself upon neurons that gasp and quake and convert their neighbours to a sound so unnatural as to be the voice of the very angels.
The whole Idol phenomenon could not accept a talent that accepts momentary mediocrity to allow the possibility of emotional and tonal brilliance. Instead it accepts a more consistent form of mediocrity – competence in lieu of unpredictable genius.
Do you know what's really scary? When I was momentarily back in Sydney a couple of months ago people actually thought that I was one of the chicks from Aust Idol. I've no idea which one, but I had people coming up to me in dive bars in Redfern and on Central Station asking me for an autograph. I'm not sure what sickened me more - being mistaken for a wannabe or the fact that it seemed to impress the general public.
If revolution were to happen in hedonism central (aka Sydney) it should have happened then, but alas the time has come and gone and we failed to carpe diem, we just carped.