I’ve watched a couple of episodes of this season’s X Factor. I really don’t know how to follow that sentence, haha.
I was in a bookshop, one of those temporary bargain ones full of all the books you don’t need and probably don’t want either. There was an X Factor book in there, one of the ‘my story’ books for the winner. I was talking to my friend about this and saying that I had a problem with it. He agreed saying it was just another way of making money out of the brand. But I had to explain that that wasn’t what had annoyed me. It was the fact that a book had been made at all. I know there are lots of books out there that are probably not that deep or meaningful but the physical object that is a book is, for me at least, a very important thing. A sacred thing. For a start, it has no technology. It’s made of paper. I know that’s an obvious thing to say but take a look at our lives. At any point of the day, at work, in the pub, at home, someone will be on their laptop, iPad, phone. They’ll be texting or shopping or blogging. People have started reading books on a tablet or computer and that’s cool if you want but to have this tangible thing that will perish in the rain, or get dog-eared in your bag is more individual, more beautiful to look at and more precious. The book is old fashioned and has thrived. If you lend it to someone, you don’t email it to them, you place the actual thing in their hand and it has had your fingerprints on it. That’s an amazing thing. So when I saw ‘The X Factor – My Story’ it wasn’t just that it was fleecing people out of a few quid, it was also an insult to one of the most loaded objects of our times.
I wrote another X Factory email a while ago:
And in the spirit of that post, here are some bands you may not have heard of, but should investigate instead of watching the X Factor:
School Of Seven Bells
Get Cape. Wear Cape. Fly.
I Am Kloot
Jean Michel Jarre
The Imagined Village
Kings Of Convenience