Also, realised I didn't have a position on , well, pretty much anything right now - or rather I did, but didn't have the energy to wrastle n hog-tie it and present it here, all upside-down and lashed-to-a-pole, squealing - because, it's 2014 and everyone has a position, right? - and I don't think you'd want to read it anyway; not now, and not until I decantered out the posturing first, sooo, no imaginary hogs were hurt during the writing of this post.
Some hubris, though; we can always manage hubris - it's like a default setting - but, yep, the Lokster's right to point out the value of Wrong: pretty much everything I've done / been involved in / put out in recent years has valorised the idea of Wrong. At one point I referred to a subsection of that messaesthetic-grouping as Wrongtronics -- most of the music I really like these days has some ascendant / descendant aspect of Wrong circling it, which is why I was drawn to the music of Danny Ship Canal or Libbe Matz Gang or [fill in your own], because they embraced some aspect of The Wrong and it resonated with me. I think it's because I come from a background of ill-trained / bedroom-dwelling naive / self-taught, that I like stuff that embraces its own Look / Sound / Thing -- and I don't mean that self-disrupting thing that a sizeable chunk of modern electronic music seems to embrace or pursue, post-late-90's / early-2000's-Glitch - et, voila! - that kind of sound is partly based on the tool-kits that 85% of musicians use and partly a personal response to ruptured modern culture (and I find myself there sometimes too) --- but more, what I think that I mean by Wrong is a personal path taken towards something individual and unique, a Voice, a daring born, partly, out of naivety. I like it when I hear or see that in someone else's work, because it's what I aspire to myself.
You can't contrive it, though. Sure, it's easy enough to press all the buttons at once, to break your own work, so it sounds broken / fractured / degraded / deranged / whatever, but ultimately it's dishonest and affected and has all the sincerity of someone adding digital 'scratches' or crackle or hiss to their music for reasons of pure... contrivance or market-positioning. The Work has to come from 'somewhere' - from some inner space, some place special to the artist / people that made it - and if it doesn't, then it doesn't. No blame, no criticism. There's a place on the coffee-table for that //
But, yeah, Wrongness; that's what I've always aimed for or admired, but it's hard to nail: it's like a quantum event; as soon as you observe it / become aware of it / chase it, then it becomes something else. It's gone.
So you have you trick it into being. Trick yourself into constant Becoming.
That's all I wanted to say.
Oh, so it looks like I did have a communicable position all along.