I've been using iCast recently, where there are about fifty streams of music playing in virtual internet radio stations. The streams are divided according to genre. What I find I'm doing is jumping about all the time, zapping constantly, which is either a picture of dissatisfaction or a kind of happy, creative intertextuality, I'm not sure which. Anyway, the composite Frankenstein's monster that emerges is made mostly of the streams called Folk Roots, Baroque and Medieval, and Japanese Pop. But the more I listen to them the more I realise that they supply the same satisfactions I used to get from Brian Eno 's gentle, lyrical ambient record 'On Land'.
Artists have to keep going further out to obtain the same results in our souls.
Marcel Duchamp said that he thought a work of art was only a work of art for about ten or twenty years. Then it becomes something else, a repetition, a relic fit only for a museum. If there's one thing we learn from history, it's that the alternative eventually becomes the mainstream. The salon des refusees eventually becomes the new academy. In unpop, outsider artists keep getting more central all the time.