Tuesday, 14 July 2009

WORKPLACE-FUNCTION-SUPERFICIALITY.



In the majority of fields in which most people are now employed today, very few of them offer its worker, or its employees a sense of actual acheivement, nor give the sense that higher goals have been attained, with the only exception being the material rewards (money) that come as a result of filling a place of office. Of course what is done with such reward, how it is distributed and spent, and whether it is put to beneficial or wasteful use, is entirely down to the individual who earns it.

Before I enter greater detail on this, some decent examples of the environments this entails would include call centres, factories, and in general the product cycle, concerning the distribution and sale of consumer goods.

As is the case with expansive workforces that are more often than not coupled with superficial 'target-driven' environments, we see an immediate flaw, in that by attaining numerical goals as a means to satisfy companies demand of income, the actual skill, intellect and drive of each employee is relegated to mere written statistics. In essence, there is no regard for the individual merits of those with the best potentials, and otherwise a boost of ego is often given toward those whose 'lack' of worldly abilities, and a general mindset devoid of external discovery (living for the weekend, 'money to burn') leave them safe to dwell within the confines of the functional limits of their job. Especially when we take into consideration the field of consumer sales, in which the lust of revenue for its own sake is dressed up with a caring, ultra-sympathetic attitude that is nothing more than a sly ploy to seduce potential customers into purchasing a product.

When such an atmosphere permeates nearly every corner of the modern urban workforce, the original purpose of working as a means to live is negated through the narrow confines of mental and physical activity the surroundings place on individual employees. The fact that the hours of work (this can also be applied to nearly every scale of modern work, with the exception of self-employment) are rigid and merely confined to their numerical limits (shifts) is also a detriment towards the individual capabilities of a workman, and has no relation in respect to the tasks and errands that each of them must perform, regardless of how, when and with what efficiency they are performed by each person. In other words, said institutions are anti-meritocratic, and for the obvious purpose of expanding the economic income for what would be best aptly branded as the 'power elite', quantity triumphs over quantity.

The modern approach, or the modern ethic towards how work is performed appears to be valued only in a purely mechanical context, and that with little beyond the physical function of the chore, little else besides that is valued appropriately, and without too deep an analogy, it is obvious as to why many often describe this medium as 'de-humanizing'.

The democracy of modern economics has left open a gateway for endless competition between buisnesses and companies, that is so great in it's expanse that no room is left for the well being of those people who serve them, nor is there a sense of appreciation for a genuine quality in the produce that is outputted. In other words, it is as if all organisms are but cogs in a transparent wheel, where buisness knows nothing more than gaining in materials for the pure sake of avoiding it's inevitable decline and overthrow. What will become in succession to this remains to be questioned, though so long as the most vulgar elements of human desire keeps making itself clear, there is always a barrier that keeps a more organic and natural replacement from making it's occurence.

Delorentos gig at Clonmel, 4th July 2009.


After being unsure of what to do for the evening, myself and a friend were invited to South Tipperary to come and watch Dublin act Delorentos play a gig in a hotel in the centre of Clonmel.

Needing a brief change of scenery from Kilkenny, and having being purchased a ticket a couple of hours in advance, we thought 'why not?' and headed down.

The set consisted of around an hours worth of material, and was played with energy and proficiency. The venue was aorund half-full, and many young women were there to admire as they wooed them with music that would easily fall into the 'post-punk revival' ilk that has been popularized by acts such as Franz Ferdinand and The Killers. Like said bands, their music fails to reveal any hidden depths that good music evokes, nor does it exhibit any nuances of innovation or uniqueness that their musical forefathers had at their disposal. Their songs capture hearts and minds, move feet and clap hands without difficulty, though go no further and deny any greater picture or scope, in spite of how catchy the verses and choruses are, or regardless of the very positive atmosphere that was brought about by the band's presence. To sum up things more briefly and how history as an eternal concept might view this event, the music played came across as little more than a bodily function, and the sentiments of the songs served to be nothing but a statement of the present time in which they happened to be in whilst they played.

The songs consisted of lively, danceable rhythms that evoked traces of acts such as Gang Of Four and The Pop Group, with a musical backdrop of jangly guitars that evoke the early records of Wire, yet harmonize and play differing melodies in a way reminiscent of peer bands such as Editors and Bloc Party, though with much less emphasis on atmospherics. Compositions were very standardized, with little enthusiasm to take song structure (not a criticism, though without a doubt the band's intention) beyond the modern pop tradition of verse-chorus, for the most part killing off any momentum or linear continuity that makes good art worth it's salt. To make good art is probably not the intention of these young men either, though it is quite clear that history will just put these days in its vault when the night I refer to is all but a distant memory.

Being something of a realist I do also recognize that all human analysis is 'man-made' and is indeed formed by individual opinion, I am not writing this review as if should serve as some form of eternal law, though I do think it serves to glimpse a moment in time that falls into line within my rather Spenglerian modes of thought.

Still, a great night was had, with plenty of drunken merriness, stupid dance moves and an amusing incident with a shopping trolley in the early hours of the morning:)