I love music.
It's arguably one of my favorite pastimes, although it's more of an "all the time" situation--in the car, at work, on the computer . . . and even live and in person, when the stars align. As a matter of fact, to take it a step further, I'd wager 96% of the time it's live music I'm listening to, more often than not recorded live as opposed to in person (again, those stars have to align).
Back in high school I was on a pretty serious tear through classic 60's rock musicians, several of whom (Jim, Jimi, and both Johns--Lennon and Bonham) were no longer of this world. One of my best friends at the time, most assuredly not working his way through the ranks of the turbulent but creative 1960's, commented, "Why don't you stop listening to dead people and start listening to someone making music now."
I'm not so sure my current listening habits would meet his full approval, but at least they're living musicians.
(Well, most of them, anyway).
Spin on over to youtube, you can search for any one (or several, as you wish) of your favorite musicians and you'll find everything--official videos, amateur captures, artistic interpretations, artists picking up their garbage . . . you name it, it's there. But you knew that, you savvy internet user, you.
Have you noticed everyone is watching?
Watching . . . everyone? (and everything, for that matter)
There are (and have been) entire television shows that are just about videos found on the internet. Did it start back with Candid Camera? Real People? That's Incredible? America's Funniest Videos? Jackass? Punk'd?
(Don't recognize one of those television shows? Easy. It's on youtube. Check it out. I'll wait).
Perhaps it started with outtakes, or bloopers, or behind the scenes, or whatever you would like. At some point, someone realized that we will watch people (or animals) doing things--crazy things, silly things, unbelievable things, unwatchable things that we can't take our eyes off of.. . . anything, really, that elicits a reaction (admittedly, humor is always the best, right?). And we will watch it--every last bit of it. At this very moment someone, somewhere, is watching video of the most inane activities one can conjure.
And we want to capture it, regardless of how ridiculous it all seems.
Every last second.
With technology as it stands today, we are carrying video recorders in our pockets, and the second something happens it can be captured.
And edited.
And uploaded.
And watched . . .
The really good (bad?) ones go viral, become memes and garner gajillions of views . Some of them end up as news stories on the web, "human interest" if you will, while others enjoy a few plays on (you guessed it) television.
Anything. ANYTHING. All you need is internet access and voila! The viewing possibilities are endless.
Nothing is secret (or sacred) anymore. With the aid of your preferred search engine, you can find footage of anything you wish, whether it happened this afternoon or a couple of decades ago.
Welcome to the modern version of cave paintings, minus the ambiguity.
(Just letting our voyeurism breathe a little, that's all.)
"I like to remember things my own way. How I remembered them, not necessarily the way they happened."
—Fred Madison, Lost Highway
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