a mash-up of (making) music & television
As a self-proclaimed tech-savvy guy, the issue of copyright has always been very complex for me.
On the one hand, I’m a creator of text, images, audio and video, a creator whose content (while it may be neither epic nor worth stealing) is mine and I would like it to stay that way. The idea that someone could grab bits and pieces of something I’ve spawned from whatever wellspring of creativity lurks inside me, and redistribute it without credit or recompense occasionally give me chills. After all, no matter how much we ourselves give away, there is forever a small granule in our hearts that seeks even the smallest payment, even if that is in nothing so much more than a nod of acknowledgement for the effort.
On the other hand, I am a school of the remix. My early dabbling in the electronic artists’ paintbox is littered with countless examples of carefree reconstitution of bytes into abstractly original, but reductively derivative creations. My so-called art was a blossoming reflection of an amateur remix, literal bits and borrowed files into new collections of the same. These exercises sprung forth from blood, sweat and borrowed tears with the single intention of self-education towards the singular goal of some future fortune and fame.