Slate has a little mediation about The Black Eyed Peas' recent shilling for Target, and what it means for the idea of "selling out."
But to retire the very concept of "selling out"? To dismiss the notion that an artist's reputation could ever be sullied by wanton greed? Nuh-uh. I can't allow it.First, I still hate when a piece of music I love—something that stirs profound emotions—gets directly associated with a brand or product. I want to believe that the art means just as much to the artist as it does to me. When a deeply moving song gets sold for an ad, it's like finding out that the cute girl you've been having long, philosophical conversations with at the coffeehouse spends her weekends turning tricks. Call me sentimental. Call me naive. It's just how I feel, and that will never change.
Second, and more important: We as a culture must reserve our right to shower disdain on the Black Eyed Peas.
That second point is inarguable, although the analogy just before it, about a cute girl who is also a whore, makes me want to slap the author a little bit. But I have encountered TV commercials that make me like a recording artist just a little bit less. "Bag of Hammers" by Thao and the Get Down Stay Down appearing in a Clorox commercial:
...really made me less excited for the band.
But musicians have to eat, too, and the music business isn't doing as good a job with that as they used to do. I wonder if the idea of a band selling out will ever come back into fashion. It won't be anytime soon, at least: I just discovered jinglicio.us, which lists pop songs that appear in movies, commercials, and television shows. It's kind of an evil blog, but the out-front business-speak of it all—"The energetic song is a great fit for the quirky scenes with Sandra Bullock and Ryan Reynolds."—has the kind of auto accident honesty that makes me want to become a devoted follower, just to see how soulless it can all get.
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