What makes original different from a very similar looking duplicate? Although looks can be deceptive, duplicate would definitely get exposed in no time for lack of quality. Classiness and originality can never be copied however hard we try, and this is very evident in music compositions. The originals always stand ahead of the crowd, whereas the cheaply composed or copied duplicates vanish in no time. However many of our supercilious post modern composers are yet to learn this truth and keep continuing the atrocious massacre of many good old songs that have lured us with their matchless compositions and soothing lyrics.
Yesterday I was listening to some songs in random, and found that one among sounded too quirky and odd, but had very familiar lyrics. I was totally clueless at first, and took a few minutes to understand that what I heard was a disgracefully remixed version of one of my favourite songs, the awful attempt of one among the fame-hungry, self proclaimed musicians out there.
There’s nothing more frustrating than listening to the vexatious and echo laden remixed versions of soothing and melodious songs that I’ve always cherished. Remixing is a sickening crime as it gives horrendous makeover to the magnificence of many of those beautifully composed songs, by adding sleazy lyrics and thunderous tunes that are created with the deliberate intention to spoil the entire charm of original compositions.
There’s been an unstoppable flood of remixed songs, right from the day of invention of this nonsensical music composition method, which I would call the cruellest leeching of other people’s capabilities, by disfiguring eminently likable songs with cheesy lyrics and ear-splitting music. But duplicates, however perfectly created, will never turnout irreplaceably beautiful as the original ones, and at times may badly insult the original creations, like some of the attention-whoring song remixes that we hear these days.
Of all the remixes that have been released so far, nothing was successful enough to surpass the original, which makes me wonder why remixes are being made, when we all know that they are nothing but an expensive second- hand trashy pieces, when the originals in their entire perfection are cheaper and easily available. Remixing or the awful butchery of classic songs is nothing but the deliberate effect of parasitic and attention seeking musicians who are desperate to earn fame and name overnight. They don’t have the courage to earn hard-earned fame on their own terms and hence shamelessly steal what others have done with years of hard work and dedication. Such fame seekers are even thick-skinned to tag their names with the names of veteran musicians in the contemptible effort to up-fame themselves as equal or par equal to them. Here they simply stoop down to the level of parasites
Remixes of yesteryear classics have become trendy these days with the hands-on participation of many of some of the new-generation musicians & a breed of young pop singers out there, who do nothing other than badly deforming time-tested compositions which have stolen the hearts of millions of music lovers from all-over the world. Appalling mixing of classics with noisy instrumental pieces and terribly tuned and dizzying disco beats should be considered unpardonable, and should be treated as deliberate deception through cheap plagiarism.
What was that?
A woman, a man, an animal or an alien of some sort? I looked at the picture more than a couple of times from all the possible angles, and yet failed to understand what exactly the painting in front of me depicted. Embellishing the wall of one of the famous restaurants of the city, the painting was far from meaningful and looked like the presumptuousness of a parochial artist who desperately tried to show-off his ‘scholarliness’.
Seeing me staring at the painting, dad came near to know the reason, and as a reply to his confused looks I asked him to help me understand what the painting was about. Dad was tired and hungry after a long trip, and gave me a sad look on hearing that he had to interpret the pretentiousness of a pseudo intellectual artist. Seeing him sulk, I had to change my mind. So we both looked at the ‘mysterious’ painting once again and went inside the restaurant were my favorite dishes were eagerly waiting on the neatly arranged table. Even when I came out, I looked back at the painting in another vain effort to know the ‘noble’ intention of the artist. Failing miserably, I sadly left the place, but had the strange painting at the back of my mind and desperately wanted to know what exactly the painting was about. It looked as if someone had carelessly scattered a few geometrical shapes all over the paper, and named it ‘modern art’.
I am not an art critic, but an averagely intelligent art lover, the reason why I keep racking my brain for hours together and yet fail to decipher the meaning of the ‘multifarious’ modern paintings that I see. An art form that's far from the understanding of an average man is what I think would be the best definition of modern paintings, as none of them clearly portray what someone can easily decode at the very first look. I always feel that this is deliberately done by the artists, as a part of their longing to make the artworks unique and catchy. Or, are they just futile efforts to climb up high to get seated besides the old-times masters like Michelangelo and Da Vinci?
Random strokes and random colours splattered here and there, surrounded by un-identical shapes and figures in distorted styles, most of the present day paintings look strange and bizarre, desperately trying to hide inside the hard-shell of modernity. They are often extremely obscure, and for this reason badly fail to come-out and reveal the gist of the message to be conveyed to the viewer. Yet I have seen many self proclaimed art lovers who snobbishly adorn their houses with these so called modern arts, only to make sure that the guests go gaga about their love for art and paintings, and never ask them the possible meaning of the art works that decorate their walls.
Far from being crafty or artistic, most of the modern paintings that I have seen are unrecognizable and look like the exaggerated whims of a group of big-headed and self-proclaimed artists, struggling to get a bit of space for themselves in the history of art.
Seeing me staring at the painting, dad came near to know the reason, and as a reply to his confused looks I asked him to help me understand what the painting was about. Dad was tired and hungry after a long trip, and gave me a sad look on hearing that he had to interpret the pretentiousness of a pseudo intellectual artist. Seeing him sulk, I had to change my mind. So we both looked at the ‘mysterious’ painting once again and went inside the restaurant were my favorite dishes were eagerly waiting on the neatly arranged table. Even when I came out, I looked back at the painting in another vain effort to know the ‘noble’ intention of the artist. Failing miserably, I sadly left the place, but had the strange painting at the back of my mind and desperately wanted to know what exactly the painting was about. It looked as if someone had carelessly scattered a few geometrical shapes all over the paper, and named it ‘modern art’.
I am not an art critic, but an averagely intelligent art lover, the reason why I keep racking my brain for hours together and yet fail to decipher the meaning of the ‘multifarious’ modern paintings that I see. An art form that's far from the understanding of an average man is what I think would be the best definition of modern paintings, as none of them clearly portray what someone can easily decode at the very first look. I always feel that this is deliberately done by the artists, as a part of their longing to make the artworks unique and catchy. Or, are they just futile efforts to climb up high to get seated besides the old-times masters like Michelangelo and Da Vinci?
Random strokes and random colours splattered here and there, surrounded by un-identical shapes and figures in distorted styles, most of the present day paintings look strange and bizarre, desperately trying to hide inside the hard-shell of modernity. They are often extremely obscure, and for this reason badly fail to come-out and reveal the gist of the message to be conveyed to the viewer. Yet I have seen many self proclaimed art lovers who snobbishly adorn their houses with these so called modern arts, only to make sure that the guests go gaga about their love for art and paintings, and never ask them the possible meaning of the art works that decorate their walls.
Far from being crafty or artistic, most of the modern paintings that I have seen are unrecognizable and look like the exaggerated whims of a group of big-headed and self-proclaimed artists, struggling to get a bit of space for themselves in the history of art.
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