Dreamin’ means goin’ ahead and when we don’t go ahead anymore, we then come to remember, have I been said recently by a neighbour before retiring... A statement far from bein’ empty of sense, judging by the current state of our societies as the one of its reputed reflection – the art – via its various expression forms...
Reprise, re-edit, readaptation, remix... The ‘Re’ prefix has never been so up to date than in this period we’re livin’, as if there was to find a brake facing the fast forward (the always quicker) we’ve gone in for for quite some time. True, there has been here and there demonstrations of a return need on oneself, as notoriously depitcted by famous TV series The Happy Days in the 's , but creativity was definitely around, seing the arrival of successive genres givin’ shape to the said contemporary production along the decades which were to follow.
Soul, funk, disco in the 70’s, hip hop, R&B, techno, house in the 80’s, jungle et broken beat in the 90’s. But what about the current decade being – should this be reminded – already on its 7th year? Nuttin’, apart from that nearly systematical recycling process of what’s been done before, as if the society, in fear of quite an uncertain tomorrow, was to reassure itself in the souvenir of times considered more glorious/magnificent.
The stats as well may be the subject of some heavy thoughts with for instance more than 70% of French youngsters with no particular training preparing them for a job wanting to get one in the public function, reputedly not as risky as workin’ for a private company, not to say becoming an entrepreneur. A tendancy for the search of the minimalization of the risk that we find nowadays on numerous scopes, most oftenly givin’ birth to reproduction as opposed to the creation ; to the copy as opposed to the genuine. This said, can we still talk about art in regards to an activity nowadays assimilated to an industry under the power of big financial poles? And here we go with that famous dream supposedly makin’ go ahead, despite its hazardous side, bumping itself headlong to the renowded harshness realism which doesn’t make dream that much anymore and leads us to remember of times not that far away when everything seemed still possible or, to say the least, not so complicated as nowadays.
The fractionnement of our societies has occured inbetween. But should it be legitimate to figure out we’re up to eat Italian at a pizzeria, this must not mean there’s nuttin’ else but pizzas unless quickly comin’ to an overdose. Dreamin’ is to go ahead and when there’s not much space left for dreamin’, we then come to get pissed. Looks like that’s what’s currently happening for many of us... MFSB
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