On the darker side of the house, the critical snob typically possesses neither taste nor a discriminating ear, but more than his or her fair share of ill-informed opinions. This type of critic is not in the business of “guiding the listener;” instead, the sole object of interest is the degradation of his or her artistic superiors. For this critic, no recording (for example) is ever quite clean enough, no artist talented enough, no conductor of sufficient standing to penetrate the hazy ether of his or her personal predilections. He or she will rarely elucidate the criteria by which art is judged, but will simply assume that everyone who knows anything about the particular genre is of like opinion. While somewhat more menacing than the good shepherd mentioned earlier, the gaseous eructation of these second-rate minds is usually easy to dismiss as a worthless torrent of catch-phrases and buzzwords designed to fog the brain and obscure any dissent.
The existence of persons engaged in critical function usage as a means of delineating aesthetic boundaries is troublesome in and of itself: how can so nebular a set of metrics be convincingly defined by non-specialists? Likewise, given the propensity of new listeners to follow the “advice” of those professionally employed by the classical music industry, is it not reasonable to ask critics that they make specific note of the variety of tastes involved in aesthetic judgment while maintaining personal objectivity? Granted, this is not an easy undertaking, but examples exist in the critical literature. In some cases, writers have specifically noted the variance in interpretive approaches and commented no further on the subject (i.e. “his dynamic coloring was rather static as may or may not befit the character of the movement…”). I suppose it could be argued that the function of a critic is to serve as a knowing guide through the rarefied landscape of fine art; I prefer to believe that human beings, left to their own devices and natural curiosity, will arrive at an informed decision as concerns personal taste at some point. While this sentiment may be somewhat outside the realm of my normally cynical viewpoints, it leads to a greater question: how does one define “great” art? Unfortunately, that question will have to wait until the next middle-of-the-night posting…
Borrowing a page from Mr. Gump (whose unique philosophy and fractured take on contemporary social paradigms have formed the greater part of my present Weltanschauung), allow me to posit that “music is as music does;” it requires neither a self-appointed guide nor a written critique. The aural pleasure derived from sensory immersion in a new world of sound and thought needs only an inquisitive spirit and an open mind; absent these key ingredients, the nonsensical banter of half-hearted aesthetes is nothing more than empty chatter with which to fill the void in between Facebook updates and “tweets.” Our critical faculties may require development and careful application, yet they are a uniquely definable personal trait; to argue that they are totally meaningless without the addition of authoritative opinion (I shudder when I realize the syntactical implications of the phrase) is to deny our humanity on the grounds of insufficient independent confirmation.