bearded anderson

Ian Anderson, Jethro Tull, 1972.

“While Jagger was teasing sex-provocateur — youth at its most decadent — Anderson suggested total depravity and filth-society at its lowest ebb. His hair a wild, matted mane, his clothes a cross between an embankment tramp and a raggle Errol Flynn, Anderson on stage could have stepped out of society’s worst nightmare: the one who wouldn’t be pushed into a corner – a demented degenerate totally lacking any sense of moral decency.” ~ “A Tull Story”, NME, July 1, 1972

I read somewhere that when recorded music became available to the general public, people stopped singing. Because suddenly they could compare themselves to the professionals (and if you listen to, say, wax rolls of early 20th century folk singers, they’re not exactly Maria Callas).

I wonder if not the internet has the same effect, when it comes to - well, pretty much anything, but take art and crafts as an example: no matter what you want to do, google it and there’s a hundred ones better than yours will ever be. It’s suffocating.

And then the question of plagiarism: you’re probably not the first person to crochet a false beard. 30 years ago you might never ever hear of another person to come up with the idea, manufacture and sell them. Today you might find 10 different people who sell theirs on etsy. So who owns the idea, worldwide? Even if it can’t be copyrighted, you might still get angry anons calling you a copycat. Better come up with something else.

And yeah, I know - intellectual property questions and art theory isn’t quite the same thing. Some mediums will be forgotten as Art Marches On, and tomorrow’s artists are Entrepreneurs™ or whatever the buzzword is right now. And let’s face it, your greatgreatgreatgreatgrandma’s singing probably sounded like crap, objectively speaking. It’s just that I had self-esteem problems even before I was suddenly expected to compare myself to the entire online world population every time I even thing about doing something, and I’m not sure there’s a constructive and successful way of handling that (apart from just not doing stuff).

shit that definitely goes down at scotland yard

  • dramatic readings of john watson’s blog
  • charades where they act out previously solved murder cases
  • sally balancing things on top of greg when he is asleep at his desk
  • people repeatedly mistaking bearded anderson and beardless anderson for two different people
  • dimmock keeping a heart-shaped-framed photo of sherlock in his desk; occasionally bringing it out to gaze at it adoringly
  • sally flipping the finger at corners where she thinks mycroft’s cameras are hidden
  • it’s actually anthea watching; she finds it cute
  • the assassin hired by moriarty to kill greg in TRF is still hanging around pretending to work there because the other assassins forgot to tell him that the job was off

best @prog aesthetic fashion sense - no order
- gregs white tuxedo
- steve hackett fairy white clothes
- neil moustache era
- ged robes/japanese kimonos
- mike rutherford 1976 beard
- jon anderson blonde hair
- jeff lynne without sunglasses
- richard wright star sweater
- ian anderson hats
- robert fripps scarves
- rick wakeman have a shit day t shirt
- eddie jobson make up
- john wetton sideburns