Have you heard Farrah Abraham's proto-hyperpop album MY TEENAGE DREAM ENDED? Most of its strangeness was not intentional: Abraham sang without hearing a music backing track, and the producers went wild with Autotune in a really amateurish way. Yet it's extremely effective at conveying the tormented life story of a woman who was abused by her mother and became a mom herself while a teenager. It's abrasive, but I find it perfectly listenable and quite emotionally expressive.
In filmmaking, I think GLEN OR GLENDA is a great surrealist work comparable to early Luis Buñuel and an attack on narrow 1950s notions about gender and sexuality. If Ed Wood really were the worst director ever, it would be far more difficult to sit through.
Have you heard Farrah Abraham's proto-hyperpop album MY TEENAGE DREAM ENDED? Most of its strangeness was not intentional: Abraham sang without hearing a music backing track, and the producers went wild with Autotune in a really amateurish way. Yet it's extremely effective at conveying the tormented life story of a woman who was abused by her mother and became a mom herself while a teenager. It's abrasive, but I find it perfectly listenable and quite emotionally expressive.
In filmmaking, I think GLEN OR GLENDA is a great surrealist work comparable to early Luis Buñuel and an attack on narrow 1950s notions about gender and sexuality. If Ed Wood really were the worst director ever, it would be far more difficult to sit through.
Some of this falls into the category of outsider art. I guess what I mean by accidentally avant Garde is kind of mass market outsider art
Yeah, that's probably true. In any case, you've convinced me to read THE YEAR OF THE LOCUST (although the length is daunting!)
Thank you, Keith -- enjoyable musings on books I'm unlikely ever to read so thank you for the glimpses!
I read so you don't have to