Cornell West fired off an interesting tweet today. It read: “The challenge artists face today is whether to be an underground, unheard genius, or to dilute their art for the marketplace.” I’ve been thinking about this quite a bit as an artist/musician and as a writer. Can we escape the commodification of dang-near everything? Case in point – West’s deconstruction was instantly published via twitter. The moment he did it became a sort of commodity. How can he maintain his iconoclastic pose when he can publish his every thought to thousands with one click of the button. Is there a point at which information/content becomes so ubiquitous that the most profound things will once again find us from our own neighborhood (the underground)? And even if that is all true, does that make what West said wrong? I don’t think so. I think he’s still right, and that we are all a part of the same hypocrisy.