These days, if a piece of music or a book isn’t nauseatingly emotionless, derivative, and navel gazing, it really doesn’t get read by the “hipster” set who, whether anyone likes it or not, are defining our pop culture. Well, actually it’s Vice Magazine and a few others making the calls and then everyone else follows.
Point being, there is extremely little thought/effort put in to anything that gets published or released these days and these items that were small in number a few years ago are taking over. Part of it is information overload, part of it is laziness, and part of it is metrics-driven production which no one really understands still.
While music, literature, and art are by their very nature derivative and a result of the time and place in which they are created, the one art (yes, I still call it that when it’s good) that’s bothering me the most is journalism. In journalism there is a never ending flow of new information to use as material. Yet, the profession has become soulless and one of the most derivative creative outlets there is.
A perfect example is this “article” for new restaurant, Chambers. There is no writing there. It’s just quoting other blog articles with a few linking words to somewhat make it flow. Naturally in all of this, the intern that cobbled together this poo pearl of an article left out a great many actual articles since this is just mostly Yelp reviews, which are as authoritative as parrots. Needless to say, when you’re just corralling what others have said, you miss the greater conversation like how a court transcriber probably can’t tell you a word of what happened during the trial.
But this, this is what’s driving the numbers that are what publication owners still think drive sales as they’re stuck in a 19th century revenue model–the revenue model of printing advertisements which has been dead for decades although no one in print wants to admit it.