Notes from the Publisher - Pamela Hulse Andrews
by PAMELA HULSE ANDREWS Cascade A&E Publisher
I’m one of those guys that is still a bit afraid of the telephone, its implications for conversation. I still wonder if the jukebox might be the death of live music. ~ Tom Waits
The luxury of the internet, if you put it in the extravagance column, has undeniably opened up the art world to a wider audience. It’s easy to pop open a visual artist’s website and view their work. If you know the artist and want to procure or custom order a piece, the internet is a savvy way to do so.
The performance artist has a rather incredible opportunity to go viral with all the places for listeners to tap into their music from Facebook, Google+, YouTube and Spotify. It’s especially appealing when you want to hear a song or musician instantly and all you have to do is pop up the tune on your phone, iPad or computer. No waiting or searching in a store, just instant music.
However, it’s hard to experience the art of our Roundabouts by looking at them online or appreciate the texture, quality and ambience of an original piece of art without viewing it in person. The internet has afforded us an opportunity to not miss anything, even a gallery opening, when you can go online and take a look at the exhibit. It doesn’t, however, provide the experience of the casual perusal of real art nor a personal conversation about the creative enrichment the artist looks to employ.
The New York Times Sunday magazine went a little further on the internet phenomenon last month when it penned All the World’s a Gallery. It noted that the internet has “for years allowed aspiring stars a way to circumvent the industry machine in order to hit it big” all through social media. This innovative marketing tool has successful artists posting their work on Facebook, Twitter and Instragram. It may not sound like a viable outlet for the art world but social media is helping to bridge geographic distances. How? When a celebrated player (i.e. a famous movie, musician or sports star) happens to see an artist’s work, and likes it, they can tweet it to their 13,000 or so fans and it goes viral.
Still I have to go back to the you had to be there. I am a big fan of Tom Waits, but little did I know how really amazing this iconic songwriter, storyteller, musician is until I saw him up close and personal. I had to pinch myself and my friend, Joanne, to make sure we were really there. And I couldn’t believe the excitement of seeing a Beatle (Ringo) perform right here in a little ole Bend, Oregon. You could not replicate that memory in an online experience.
Hunting for CDs and old vinyl records can be an entertaining way to pass the time on Amazon, but there’s something poetic about dropping into Ranch Records or Recycle Music and scavenging through the music selections.
I’m touched by instant access to the art world, both performance and visual, but I hope you’ll still join me on occasion and visit our galleries, the theatres and the stages in Central Oregon.
Enjoy the sounds over the holidays, nothing beats Christmas music (in my view)!
by PAMELA HULSE ANDREWS Cascade A&E Publisher
I awoke this morning for a devout thanksgiving for my friends, the old and the new. ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson
I’m reminded every day to be thankful for my numerous blessings from a loving and talented family, charming, loyal friends and canine companions, the generous people I work and volunteer with and the incredible place I am fortunate to live. I make a note to self: be more thankful every day.
And then along comes Thanksgiving where friends and families gather to eat a ton of food and join hands around the table exhibiting our thanks for the good things that happened over the year. Jon Stewart in his off the cuff humor has a slightly different take on the holiday: “I celebrated Thanksgiving in an old-fashioned way. I invited everyone in my neighborhood to my house, we had an enormous feast and then I killed them and took their land.”
Ah yes, our Thanksgiving is not quite the same as the early settlers way of giving thanks.
All of this thankfulness brings to mind Jimmy Fallon’s hilarious thank you notes on Late Night every Friday. Not just once a year or once in awhile, but every Friday night he delivers thoughtful, but twisted thank yous for and about various people. If you don’t stay up late enough or haven’t recorded the show here’s a sampling:
Thank you, peer pressure, for being totally not cool. Unless my friends think it’s cool, then it’s pretty cool I guess.
Thank you, pita bread, for being a great combination between wheat and envelopes.
Thank you, ‘People You May Know’ feature on Facebook, for being the online equivalent of seeing an old friend in the grocery store and avoiding eye contact.
Thank you, 13-year-old female pitcher Mo’ne Davis, for being the break-out star of the Little League World Series and showing the world that ‘throwing like a girl’ can actually be a good thing.
Thank you, clouds for sometimes looking like animals and thank you iCloud for sometimes looking like naked celebrities.
Thank you, cattails, for being nature’s corn dogs.
Thank you, pencil sharpeners, for always making a good point.
Accordingly, I’ve grown to love this form of gratitude, especially if we actually took the time to write a few thank you notes ourselves every week. Of course we don’t that’s why Thanksgiving offers an opportunity to be especially thankful. It’s a forced, but not dreaded impulse to express our gratitude with family and friends.
At our house, and possibly yours, we go around the Thanksgiving table and share what we’re most thankful for over the past year. Most of us say family, friends, good health or that someone we rarely see has joined the table.
We have one young family member, however, that makes us twitch when he is about to speak, sorta out of the mouths of babes thanks. He’ll begin: Dear Lord we are so grateful to be gathered here today, thankful that no one is in jail this year, that my brother covered up his scorpion tattoos so mom doesn’t freak, that Auntie’s green jello didn’t jell and that I, for the first time, got to .....” He’s usually stopped before he insults everyone (but I love the humorous offering when life can be so serious).
For all kinds of Thanksgiving gratitude, I am especially thankful!
And thank you, Jimmy, for making us laugh late at night when we can barely keep our eyes open, but at least the next day is Saturday.