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Saturday, April 17, 2010

ON NOT LIKING CHRIS CUNNINGHAM'S WORK ANY MORE

Weird how...I dunno, how bored I am by the idea of Chris Cunningham.

Maybe "bored" is wrong; maybe I mean "disinterested" or something. I'm not sure.

I mean, I'm sure Mr. Cunningham is probably a lovely and talented bloke who (still) does all sorts of zany, interesting audiovisual stuff, but I...well, I just don't particularly care any more. I'll probably get various mails now telling me how great project-x or y is, or that I really should check out [fill in random title here] 'cos I'll love it.

But, you know, I just can't be bothered. I find myself flicking quickly past pages in magazines that mention him, or clicking the Back button on a browser to exit web-pages that contain his name.

I've no idea why that might be; perhaps it's linked to the Squarepusher Phenomenon I touched on a couple weeks back. It's like, errrrm, certain things just seem to hit a sell-by date in my cerebellum. Or maybe reach a saturation point of some sort. Even though they might still be, you know, 'good', they go past some sort of Interest Threshold and start becoming mildly irritating. I know how fickle and twattish that makes me sound.

It's not just Cunningham, but a vast stack of other things, so I'm not just randomly picking on the poor guy. I guess it's because he's got some new project on the go that his pr profile is going back up, so I've seen his name a bit more recently and that's highlighting the phenomenon. I'll be honest: I can't even bear to read about what his new project might be. That's how bad it's got.

It's fucking pig ignorance on my part, I know. And it sounds really prickish. But I can't help myself.

I'm now more interested in why I might feel this way about certain artists than about the work they do. Yeah, I know: get a fucking life.

It's not just straightforward boredom, it's...it's an odd, abstract, almost semi-apathy type thing and I know if I push myself into engaging with their work any more it'll tip over into full-on irritation.

It's weird and it's stupidly neurotic. This whole thing is something that I've not wanted to deal with or address.

I had to really force myself to even write this.

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