I believe that all people are artists at their core. We all consume art and create art on a daily basis. It’s an integral part of being human. However, we are not all considered “artists”. Why is that? Much of my recent thinking has been revolving around this concept. What does it take to be considered an artist? If art is so fundamental to being considered human, why do so few of us bear this illusive moniker of “artist”? The broad consensus I’ve encountered is that you need to be able to make money off your craft to be considered an artist. Otherwise, you’re often not taken seriously in the role, considered a mere hobbyist, or even worse–considered to be wasting your time. I wholly disagree with this notion, but we’ll get to that. In order to fit into this socially acceptable brand of “artist”, a person needs three things: time, money, and connections. It’s the availability of these factors that will influence the amount of luck you need in creating a career. The Supposed Ingredients of ArtistryFirst, time and money. In order to gain any kind of recognition, an artist needs the time and flexibility to hone their skills and craft to a place where they can advertise it and attract potential sources of income. This can take the form of taking lessons, studying at a university, or simply learning via the magic of the internet. Either way, this takes a bunch of money and free time to accomplish. I put time and money in the same category as they are often interchangeable in our current world. People who have more money have the luxury of greater control over their own time. They can take time off, quit their job and find a new one, adjust their schedule to better suit their needs. These are fundamental advantages, especially in the pursuit of the arts as a career. Next, connections. Humans help the humans they know. This means if you happen to be born into a musical family, you will have access to more connections should you desire to pursue music. If your father is a famous painter, you’ll be close to a lot of artists, etc. This can also simply apply to wealth. Money opens doors, and if you have friends and family with considerable wealth, this can also be a valuable connection, regardless of your desired field. People talk about it like it's gross and taboo, but it’s an undeniable truth. Why shouldn’t people help those that they care about? Finally, luck. Is it possible to “make it” without ample time, money, or connections? Yes. However, your success will be based entirely on getting lucky at the right time. All careers are fundamentally based on this, but those who have had access to time and money, and happened to meet the right connections are exponentially more likely to capitalize on luck when it strikes. They’ll have a beautifully mixed album finished when their new single suddenly takes off, they’ll have mastered orchestration when they finally get a call to arrange something by a major artist, they’ll be a master of their instrument when they manage to get through semi-finals in their last audition. Luck is always a factor, but it strikes more substantially and more frequently for those with the privilege of having access to money, time, and connections. EducationSo what’s my point? Discredit the American magic of good ol’ hard work? Make people sad and upset? Well, not entirely. I do think this is a problem, and so a certain amount of discontent is appreciated in fueling any change. The answer to why the arts are so selective in who they consider to be a member occurred to me as I was looking into the history of education. There’s an interesting correlation between social movements and students throughout history. In fact, social movements almost always have their roots in schools in some way. I have yet to learn about a major revolution or social movement that has not had students (current and former) involved in some way. It’s almost as though receiving an education helps you better understand the state of the world – shocking. This is a trend that is especially prevalent in the liberal arts and humanities. I think this is because the arts teach us about ourselves and each other. As soon as you start seeing yourself in others, you start to understand their perspective. Humans help the humans they know. Image source: (educationdata.org/average-cost-of-college-by-year) In fact, if you look up when the price of higher education started drastically increasing. It was almost directly in response to the social progressive movements on college campuses in the 60s. It seems the government realized that this whole education thing was making people question the way lives were being led at the time. Their solution of raising the cost of attending was a way to ensure that the only people with the knowledge and perspective to change the system would be the least likely to recognize it. The current system works okay for those who can pay their tuition out of pocket, not so much for those who struggle to do that for groceries. Working class families face the prospect of having their children take on extensive debt if they want a degree. At the same time, job prospects for those without a college degree are dwindling. Education is no longer about learning and the betterment of the self, it is about getting a return on an investment – an investment that obviously turns many but the most wealthy away from the arts as a feasible option. Trouble in the ArtsEven for those fortunate enough to study in the arts, there’s a shocking disconnect between a student musician and their human needs. Oftentimes, conservatory students are treated as little more than note factories, pumping out pristine and flawless performances, all the while struggling with severe mental and physical injuries. The stigma that building a career in the arts is difficult is so prevalent that it becomes all consuming. The student experiences the pressure of needing to be “the best” in order to overcome the improbable odds. Instead of a collaborative community, they find a toxic and isolationist culture of working to the point of collapse. I often found myself struggling to find where the art was in this process. To me, it’s completely antithetical. Even when we practice as “artists” we are being actively discouraged from pursuing our craft as it is intended – as a community. By keeping us fractured and unable to express ourselves, by preventing our access to knowledge that allows us to recognize the problems of our current system, we are kept trapped within this system. It’s through making the arts an elitist institution reserved for only the wealthiest and luckiest that it becomes a haven for abuses of power. It’s a nightmarish place where predators, egotists, and sociopaths flourish. All elements that make art what it is become diluted in this environment. I’ve found that many of the most famous monsters residing in this golden keep can scarcely call themselves artists. They’re something else altogether. Art as a RightTo be an artist is to be a human being and vice versa, there is no difference between the words. I’ve even seen some wonderful work by elephants and chimpanzees, so the definition may be even wider yet! To those who cling to the notion that their work can’t be considered “art” because they can’t make money off it, I ask you, were you making money drawing on the sidewalk with chalk at 5 years old? You still did it for some reason didn’t you? We all start out knowing that we are artists, but somewhere along the way we are convinced that we are not. We are convinced that we don’t have the ability to create. This is not true.
Free expression, exploration, and collaboration are dangerous to a flawed system. Be dangerous. Be an artist. Express yourself freely, and pursue a path that enables others to do it as well. Those that do will find that they are far from alone. Fight for free and accessible education. Fight for students’ and teachers’ rights. Fight for the right to make art – the right to have the time, money, and freedom for expression. The more art in the world, the better the world. We have been led to believe that it is just a fleeting luxury, but it is so much more. Thank you for reading, and happy jamming!
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This week’s blog is an album spotlight about one of the first artists that I came to follow in earnest. His album, Wool, was my introduction to his work, and has been massively influential on my musical tastes. Nick was generous enough to provide a bit of insight into his work via email, which was much appreciated as a writer of this blog and a fan of his work.
Image from: (nickjaina.bandcamp.com/album/wool)
Before getting into my personal favorites off it, I thought I’d touch on the broader themes of the album. The first thing you’ll notice as a listener is the amount of detail in the sound design. In addition to unique instrumentation choices, the album features found sounds, foley effects, and even old recording clips. I find myself finding new hidden sounds in each listen through. Definitely a treat and a challenge to try and discern specific sounds upon analyzing it. The music and lyrics present an intricate puzzle with endless interpretations. My cup of tea!
Each song stands on its own and provides a different color and emotion for the listener to consider. Even with this independence, the music all feels cut from the same cloth. “I really wanted to make a collection of songs that felt like Chopin's Preludes in that they each have a distinct melody, a different shade of melancholy or sweetness, and don't overstay their welcome. I wanted each song to feel like it was an opener for the next.” This pursuit of Chopin naturally explains the prominence of the piano. Nick went on to tell me that this particular instrument the album was recorded on was Elliott Smith’s old piano at Jackpot Records in Portland. “I was actually the last person to record on it before it was moved to the Experience Music Project in Seattle. You can listen to his old demos of songs like ‘I Didn't Understand’ and hear the same character.”
The thing I find most intriguing about the music and lyrics of Nick Jaina is that they have a way of capturing sentiments that are difficult to place. Being eerie and melancholic, while simultaneously warm and comforting. Like one of those paintings where things come into focus when stepping back and letting your eyes unfocus, there’s meaning in the text that becomes apparent by letting the music and lyrics blend into one. I encourage you to let your ears relax and unfocus as you listen, perhaps you’ll find some truth to my rambling!
Power
This track is the first tune I was exposed to on the album. Although when I first heard it, it was as the all cello arrangement by the Portland Cello Project. I made a post not too long ago discussing their album, which you can read about here and listen to that version.
In addition to being my gateway into the music of Nick Jaina, “Power” is probably my favorite track on the album. Moans from the void and hums of electricity can be heard swelling in the background of a chugging piano, with weaving guitar, bass clarinet, and cello lines commenting on statements in the voice. The dense orchestration offers so much for the ear to cling on to. We hear the return of old instruments, most importantly the music box from the previous track, “Maryanne”. I never realized how much bass clarinet can sound like a buzzing lightbulb before listening to this track. Lyrics:
I interpret the lyrics as a kind of love song. Struggling to nurture affection amongst a set of impossible circumstances. Every time the characters get close to love, “they shut the power off”. The imagery of the full moon and power outages evokes the coziness of huddling on a couch as the walls creak and lights flicker from a raging storm outside. Bicycle
The tail end of “Power” serves as a pickup to “Bicycle”. The two songs feed directly into each other. Howling wind and creaking of an old bicycle underscore a gently lulling and eerie melody. One can’t help but imagine a flying bicycle floating amongst the clouds. Nick says, “‘Bicycle’ is me writing an escalating series of metaphors for how to depict the moon in a delightful way.”
The lyrics end on a particularly sweet note. That despite all the trials and tribulations of life, “I will climb on my bicycle and carry the moon to your house”. Lyrics:
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down every road
that you hope to go I'll light the way down every road and oh they debate in criminal ways and all that was clear is now locked in haze until you find a man in the city who showers you with twenties and fifties and you'll call it love |
and he watches o'er us
with just one eyeball all that we do with just one eyeball and the thoughts that we think slips like blood down the sink and if anyone hears they can have a drink until you find a man in the city who showers you with twenties and fifties and if you find a man in the city who showers you with twenties and fifties don't call it love (nickjaina.com/hymn) |
when it was good it was in Ponchatoula
now that it's bad, it's in our souls, it's in our souls when we were blessed, we were blessed in Ponchatoula now that the crime's confessed, we are walking over the hot coals when your dress was white, it was as white as the sun when the sun was bright, we lived down there in a shotgun when the rains came, well we did the best we could if it weren't for the aligators, we would've slept out there in the woods |
when it was right, it was in Ponchatoula
now that it's wrong, it's wrong all over the world even when I was good, I was robbing banks in Ponchatoula and even when you were bad, you were still my sweet angel girl one day a flood will come and wash our sins away it will smash our cares into the earthen clay from the lips of every judge will be the cry of "Halleluja" from the Lakes of Ponchartrain to my grave in Ponchatoula (nickjaina.com/ponchatoula) |
Well, spring is a time for new love
to pursue love under the grapevines and I was a child of plenty but I lent it all out to you |
Well, winter is a time for thieving
for deceiving in the pockets of overcoats and I'll be gone for the season but you must believe that I'll be back in the springtime (nickjaina.com/springtime) |
Sean Penzo is a composer, cellist, and writer currently based in Pittsburgh, PA
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