Jimmy Page

Ugh. Why is this broken?

Blogging. Nemisis or necessity in this wired age of ours?

I read an old interview of Led Zepplin’s Jimmy Page this week by Chuck Klosterman. He noted Page’s irritation to talking about his work - it’s not like Led Zepplin needs explaining - or explaining anything he’s done in his career.

Klosterman wrote

“His mind still resides in an era when media exposure only served as a detriment to artistic aspiration… Page still assumes answering questions about his music can only erode its interpretative potentiality.”

Granted, Page was of the level of artists who had the luxury of this opinion. Even though interviews like this function largely as marketing for any band, he existed in a space, and had a fan base, that didn’t need any help.

Just the other night, I was interviewing a friend for a new podcast I’m working on, and he drew the distinction between art and marketing for artists. We had been talking about social media’s purpose, and how some artists are hestitant to engage in “marketing efforts”. He said, “making artwork is the important thing, social media is merely the voice.” This made sense. To me it says, “Don’t think so hard about it. Just use it as a tool.” But it still captured the essence of what many artists struggle with - that the work itself is the voice. The work is the thing that speaks for me.

And to counter a counterpoint, with another counterpoint - “If an artist painted all the trees in the woods, would anyone be made aware enough to criticize their color choices?”

I don’t know. If twitter found out about they’d be fucking pissed. That’s for sure.

In the meantime, I’ve told myself I should try using social media to speak about my work. Being able to talk about it is the important thing. Channels be damned. I had given myself the goal of writing on my long-ignored blog this weekend. I had no specific point to make. I just needed to rip the band-aid off.

Band-aid ripped. End scene.