Have you ever sat and watched someone selecting songs on a jukebox? I often wonder if the person is choosing the songs that they actually like, or are they choosing the songs that they want everyone else in the bar to think they like? I see it at parties too, there’s always the self-designated iPod DJ who sits in the same place all night, frightened to leave his 16 gigabytes of music unattended in case someone finds, amongst the cool Little Dragon and Black Sabbath, that Steps album or the Justin Bieber podcasts.
I’m never allowed to plug my MP3 player in at parties because I do have a VERY eclectic taste in music which includes anything from Dolly Parton to The Rolling Stones, Take-That to ZZ Top and Status Quo to Cee lo Green. I’ll even confess to a bit of Rihanna. I have three play lists in my iPod, their various uses are self explanatory – ‘Dossing’, ‘Run Fatty Run’ and ‘Road Trip’. I don’t need a forth playlist titled ‘Music to make me look cool and clever’.
Music is no less of a consumer product than a loaf of bread or a tin of beans. But wouldn’t it be great if more people could be open and honest about what they REALLY like and say “Hey, I prefer that cheap, mass produced sliced white, it makes lovely toast” or, better still “I don’t actually like tinned baked beans”.
It’s no different in photography – people are frightened to make, let alone display the images that they enjoy looking at and end-up producing mediocre chocolate box crowd-pleasers instead of pieces of art. I’m not for one minute trying to say that the image below is a work of art, but if a thousand people looked at it and only one person loved it, then I’d be happy.
You’re paying the piper, so if you want a bit of Daniel O’Donnell – crack-on!