an open letter to the Brit Awards

Brits 2013

Dear Brit Awards,

We had great fun last night laughing at your never-ending glossy showbiz extravagnaza.

We watched the modern equivalent of the Royal Variety Show whilst clapping in our cheap seats and watching you rattle your jewellery feeling very remote from your version of pop culture- but that made us laugh even more and we thank you for that.

It’s not that we are right and you are wrong, pop music is a bit more complex than that. I’d hate to live in world dominated by my vast record collection but I do get a bit bored of your vision relentlessly impinging upon my life. If you want a vision of the future, imagine a mimed pop performance stamping on a human face – forever, as someone didn’t quite say!

During the evening many people were getting in touch with me panicking about the state of modern music but I think they were worrying pointlessly.

There was much teeth gnashing and panicking out from the music lovers out there matching the strange site of elderly media folk, the cultural picnickers, pretending to really like pop music made for 9 year olds which is fair enough, if a bit odd. We understand that everyone has to stay in work these days and work is hard to come by these days even if it means you have to pretend that Justin Timberlake’s rather tuneless song was like ‘great, man’ and that One Direction’s fairly aimless version of Blondie and the Undertones was ‘like, cool!”.

The cultural panickers on the internet were the people locked outside the media, the ones who only get to see the pinnacle of the pop culture iceberg as the Titanic of capitalism lurches blindly towards it. This is the part of the iceberg that sticks above the waterline and it is you the Brits and its attendant culture- you know the high streets of Britain where all the shops are the same, the endless chains of Muckdonalds, the superstar films full of special affects and wooden actors- showing their male and female tits and arses for the camera in the soft porn parade of contemporary culture- which is part of what its about.

Pop music is the same and that’s ok. It’s always been this way- we grew up with Opportunity Knocks and New Faces, Elvis had to sing to a dog on TV once and the Beatles were once a boy band but, dear Brits, please don’t think that this is what it’s all about. When you big up ‘new performers’ that have already had number one albums and pretend that you reflect the whole of popular culture we have to smile for you. We don’t hate pop, we love some pop and we know that all the great musics from Elvis to the Beatles to MIA to punk, from Kate Bush to Frank Ocean, from Girls Aloud to Rammstein to even the Fall are a pop music. Pop rules!

Neither the Brits nor their dissenters really get it. Music carries on in its wonderful creative way without the permission of the Brits and the award ceremony is a minor distraction. It’s a chance for the plump chickens to squeeze into their rented suits and dickie bows (the silliest item of clothe ever!) and clap the posh boys playing folk that pass for ‘cred’ bands and the performing fleas from the boy bands.

It’s not that each performer was rubbish on their own- just when all lumped together and surrounded by the chutzpah of exploding light shows and pompous world beating announcements it just seems super vacuous and meant to beat the viewer into a senseless state of serf like zombiefication. The spectacle of society!

It’s important to remember that the Brits is not all pop culture. In the seventies Top Of The Pops was everything, it was sat bang smack in the middle of pop culture with all the jagged edges of every style crammed into the show. It was not perfect but you could find punk rubbing shoulders with the balladeers. It’s demise meant that music on TV has become an occasional irritant, a background soundtrack for the soap operas or the grown ups hour of Jools Holland. The Brits is not a reflection of music culture, nothing is these days. Everything is far too fractured which should be celebrated!

The Brits is an ad mans dream, it’s music polished to death but it’s not the whole story, the panicking commentators who fear the death of pop because of its scrubbed up sheen have missed the point. Music is very much alive and kicking. There are more diverse styles of music than ever before and more musicians than ever out there in the real world. The Brits will never go near this, it-s Cowell-world, it’s not the pop world. It’s just one scene in an never expanding music universe crammed full of a myriad of scenes. It’s dark matter in the musical universe, a vast empty space of nothingness but also out there in that universe are loads of great things going on- whole crab nebulas of musical genius!

Brits, for most of us you are two hours to mess about on twitter taking the piss and arseing around. It’s not really a serious reflection of what’s going on and probably only a reflection of presenter James Corden’s minuscule music collection and that is the context that you should be enjoyed in.

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  1. None of what was on television last night was “culturally Important” like Jimi Hendrix or the Sexpistols.. It was the result of Years of Eltonjohnisation and sanitation on the Music Industry … It is a desert in which no flower can grow no Ugly or strange looking or old person is allowed to appear… it is like a apartheid for ideas, we thought thinks were bad in 1977 when we got involved with punk.. it in infinitely worse now….. that said I shall continue to play shows in Wigan Baltey Glasgow, Kiev, Berlin to people who do not watch the brits and do do get any music from the television … nice article John

  2. twitter_ms_pppatsy

    GREAT ARTICLE Thank you!

  3. The Soap Company

    Great piece John.
    Captures brilliantly the helplessness of looking into the party last night from watching behind a wall of virtual security guards as everything we know and love is deconstructed right before our eyes into a kind of Prozac fuelled outer-shell of what it once was.

    We know Pop ISN’T about being po-faced and trainspotty, but the A&R depts and the perhaps even more influential Marketing Nosferatu’s hanging over their shoulder kind of poo poo the proles on this score, they say “we’re being too serious (sniff)”, “chill man, it’s only music (snort)” .
    This in turn can only explain why in the main they try to take revenge by luring our counter culture ‘heroes’ and their work into ironic situations.
    Iggy does the insurance ads, we want him to be able to pay the bills sure, but was Barry Manilow busy?…Rotten does the Butter, was Billy Ocean not answering his mobile?…
    It’s targeted with military precision by, if we can be slightly presumptuous for a second, people who know deep in their souls they’re not going to have it as good as we maybe did because they haven’t got the tools to play with (if only they knew eh?)

    SO 1D jizz over not just THE Teenage Punk anthem, but mash it into a bite size comedy routine via another iconic bands B-side AND give the finger to Peel in the process, talk about cover all bases.
    But what do we know? We’re ‘old’ and redundant, we certainly won’t buy it, or will we?…Good for the O’Neills as well isn’t it, Mmmm, may just buy the inevitable ‘Tones re-release to get a ‘louder’ version on my i-Tunes, and there’s those security guards again.

    We went to great pains on our Twitter timeline last night to point out to our meagre audience to not EVER equate the BRITs with:
    A) What really is going on out there if you look past the barrage of shit-headed media that we get fed daily from the people with the cash.
    B) Actual ‘Music’ as a concept.
    And
    C) A competition of good Vs not so good.

    If the penny drops widely that the BRITs is simply a yearly backslap and trinket exchange to a bunch of elite artists that powerful agents and certain ‘educational’ academies have stuck under the nose of a few office boys and the whole running order is not determined by who is the most edgy/exciting/awesome talent around but by a simple spreadsheet printout to determine who’d literally shifted most ‘units’ and literally raked in the most cash…
    …maybe throw in the act someone committed most marketing spend to in the next financial year one night in a gak addled midnight phone call and there you have it…
    The BRITs.

    Maybe next year, they can just air aforementioned spreadsheet for an hour, quit the pantomime and save everybody’s pacemakers from overheating.
    Ultimately, why should we care that they don’t care?…we care, and are still banging away from the fringes to show we care, and that should be all that really matters. It’s a parallel universe we don’t want to be part of anyway, so Fuck ‘em, the light entertainment dinosaurs, we know what happens to dinosaurs right?

  4. Really articulate and funny article John, nice one. The Brits is 2hours of inane celeb based nonsense, nothing more.

  5. Total farce or it would be if it was amusing! :)

  6. Did/Do we really care about the Brits anyway? We are so desperate for another Peel, McLaren, Travis, Geffen or McGee..

  7. I’m pleased to say I didn’t watch any of it and avoided all reports in the news.Corperate Bullshit,I’m afraid .

  8. It’s like getting a look at a large corporation annual dinner where they all slap each other on the back and say how wonderful they’ve been doing. They have complete control of the market and pretend to be cool at their annual meet. And here’s the award to our top salesman Mr. X who managed to sell 1 million of our ttop range ikea download! The good stuffs out there, the corporates just make it harder to find.

  9. Did no one else think the award one direction won was invented just for them and Simon cowel cos the weren’t nominated for anything??

  10. Yes! Bang on John. I’m getting really sick of the parade! Bring back John Peel!

  11. Good article. No good complaining about the Brits. What do you expect? Pop music has always been mainly shit with the odd gem thrown in. There has never been a golden age of music where everything was brilliant. Ask most people about the 70s and they think of Abba and disco. That wasnt it for me! Think it was easy to see/hear punk bands? Esp outside London. You have always had to search for good stuff. Ignore tv and what gets thrown at you. I dont know, go and see live music in pubs. It might be a guy with a guitar or a young band but there are plenty of people out there writing their own songs with something to say. Give them a chance and ignore the dross.

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