It’s no secret to anyone that knows me that I’m not too impressed with bubbling artists. Throughout my day, I hear great noise and see greater visuals. Those don’t faze me. I’m a slave to the art form of the popular. I haven’t been impressed with the under- ground since it was made of velvet. See, to go pop is take your art and hard work and turn it into a platform that doesn’t just speak to the people that are easily marketed to with said product, but to speak and effect everyone despite upbringings, race, religion, gender and sexual orientation. You know the frivolous stuff. It’s what makes suburban privileged white kids show up at your favorite rapper’s concert, it’s what makes kids in Compton love heavy metal. It’s the art of being universal, not by the conform- ing but by encompassing whatever it is you represent.
I must pay respect where respect is due. Ignorance is the new pop and it’s as welcomed as Lady Gaga at gay pride. Ignorance is short of lesbian antics, blasphemous innuendos, or a hit record, yet it seems to be the most infectious thing on the streets, as of late. Actually, popular is an insult to what Ignorance is becoming. Ignorance is a phenomenon. A vintage ideal that has recycled back into fashion as not just something apparent and real, but cel- ebrated. Oh, ignorance! The old adage said that you were once bliss, but now you are a celebration.
Me being the cool-hunter that I am, I was onto Ignorance’s emergence back when Osama Bin Laden was killed. Not everyone was on the bandwagon; some people confronted the news with theories, feelings, and thoughts. Some even did research and actually formed a well- thought out opinions on the event. But Ignorance was on its promotional tour. Shockingly, some people had nothing to say. Not out of surprise or maybe wanting to be politi- cally correct, but because they thought it was cool to not care. That’s right, Ignorance is a slick bitch! She has people not caring about the assassination of the biggest terror- ist, this side of Timothy McVeigh. Ignorance was making some brilliant moves.
Like I said, I never get too shaken by popular under- ground acts. I just knew Ignorance was a fad, maybe cre- ated out of shock or fear. I just knew Ignorance was going be a victim of the sophomore slump, until Casey Anthony got off for murdering (allegedly) her child. Ignorance was back with more tricks and to my surprise, more fans! Similar to Osama’s assassination, there were your expected reactions, but Ignorance was steadily climbing the charts. There were gloats about not knowing about the trial or ac- quittal and not only was that a condition, but a celebrated one at that.
Well, Myles, aren’t you exaggerating? Social problems and political issues just aren’t for everyone! Aha, I knew you might think that. Those problems and issues are for everyone, and to celebrate the condition of not knowing is very dangerous. The idea of it being cool to not thirst for information or be concerned about the world around us is the exact world that the powers that be have asked for. See, with talent comes attention with attention comes influ- ence with influence comes power and with power comes responsibility (I knew ‘Spider Man’ would have taught me something, one of these days). As creative people, as influencers, and especially as artists, knowledge should always be required in your swagger and ignorance should never be chic.
If we abandon our responsibility of awareness as cre- ative minds, we’re no longer artists. We’re tools and doers, the ideas of being such aren’t the most frightening thing. The idea of what we’re tools for is what should make your skin crawl. We become tools for the exact monsters that creative minds and thinkers tried so desperately to expose and separate from, now we are promoting the monster like hipster kids and a Fadia Kader created party. Igno- rance takes center-stage and we’re lighting its every move like the superstar it’s growing to be. Let’s keep ignorance underground.
I’m an artist (by the way of writing and creative direction in music and fashion) born in New York City, currently living in Atlanta, Ga that enjoys being observed and exploited, so I’m hardly a rarity.
You Know The Frivolous Stuff
It’s no secret to anyone that knows me that I’m not too impressed with bubbling artists. Throughout my day, I hear great noise and see greater visuals. Those don’t faze me. I’m a slave to the art form of the popular. I haven’t been impressed with the under- ground since it was made of velvet. See, to go pop is take your art and hard work and turn it into a platform that doesn’t just speak to the people that are easily marketed to with said product, but to speak and effect everyone despite upbringings, race, religion, gender and sexual orientation. You know the frivolous stuff. It’s what makes suburban privileged white kids show up at your favorite rapper’s concert, it’s what makes kids in Compton love heavy metal. It’s the art of being universal, not by the conform- ing but by encompassing whatever it is you represent.
I must pay respect where respect is due. Ignorance is the new pop and it’s as welcomed as Lady Gaga at gay pride. Ignorance is short of lesbian antics, blasphemous innuendos, or a hit record, yet it seems to be the most infectious thing on the streets, as of late. Actually, popular is an insult to what Ignorance is becoming. Ignorance is a phenomenon. A vintage ideal that has recycled back into fashion as not just something apparent and real, but cel- ebrated. Oh, ignorance! The old adage said that you were once bliss, but now you are a celebration.
Me being the cool-hunter that I am, I was onto Ignorance’s emergence back when Osama Bin Laden was killed. Not everyone was on the bandwagon; some people confronted the news with theories, feelings, and thoughts. Some even did research and actually formed a well- thought out opinions on the event. But Ignorance was on its promotional tour. Shockingly, some people had nothing to say. Not out of surprise or maybe wanting to be politi- cally correct, but because they thought it was cool to not care. That’s right, Ignorance is a slick bitch! She has people not caring about the assassination of the biggest terror- ist, this side of Timothy McVeigh. Ignorance was making some brilliant moves.
Like I said, I never get too shaken by popular under- ground acts. I just knew Ignorance was a fad, maybe cre- ated out of shock or fear. I just knew Ignorance was going be a victim of the sophomore slump, until Casey Anthony got off for murdering (allegedly) her child. Ignorance was back with more tricks and to my surprise, more fans! Similar to Osama’s assassination, there were your expected reactions, but Ignorance was steadily climbing the charts. There were gloats about not knowing about the trial or ac- quittal and not only was that a condition, but a celebrated one at that.
Well, Myles, aren’t you exaggerating? Social problems and political issues just aren’t for everyone! Aha, I knew you might think that. Those problems and issues are for everyone, and to celebrate the condition of not knowing is very dangerous. The idea of it being cool to not thirst for information or be concerned about the world around us is the exact world that the powers that be have asked for. See, with talent comes attention with attention comes influ- ence with influence comes power and with power comes responsibility (I knew ‘Spider Man’ would have taught me something, one of these days). As creative people, as influencers, and especially as artists, knowledge should always be required in your swagger and ignorance should never be chic.
If we abandon our responsibility of awareness as cre- ative minds, we’re no longer artists. We’re tools and doers, the ideas of being such aren’t the most frightening thing. The idea of what we’re tools for is what should make your skin crawl. We become tools for the exact monsters that creative minds and thinkers tried so desperately to expose and separate from, now we are promoting the monster like hipster kids and a Fadia Kader created party. Igno- rance takes center-stage and we’re lighting its every move like the superstar it’s growing to be. Let’s keep ignorance underground.
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Myles Johnson
I’m an artist (by the way of writing and creative direction in music and fashion) born in New York City, currently living in Atlanta, Ga that enjoys being observed and exploited, so I’m hardly a rarity.