Originally Posted by C14E:
“So, lets say that a particular artist sang in a way that you liked and had a song that you liked but was written by a professional song writer, would you prefer to listen to someone performing their own work badly or to the song you actually liked?
I find that some people are so wrapped up in their desperate search to appear "credible" that they would actually not admit to liking, or just not listen at all to, a song which wasn't written by the performer.”
That's a bit of a loaded question. I don't think that anybody minds at all if a performer does a cover (or collaborates)....now and again.
But if somebody becomes famous by JUST doing covers, and JUST performing other people's material, then there's nothing there. They aren't an 'artist' and their only talent on display is to sing to somebody else's tune. Simon Cowell's tune in this instance.
It's just formula stuff, boring, no innovation, just tried and tested, heavily promoted marketing, and safe techniques. That to me isn't what music should be about.
I personally won't admit to liking Leona Lewis songs, not because I'm 'desperate' (Why would I be desperate?) to search to be credible,...but simply because I don't like them.
To try to answer a part of your question directly, I would actually prefer to listen to somebody else performing their own material badly.
I bet you simply can't get your head around that concept can you?

Not compared to a song that I like, which was a loaded question, but in comparison to formula driven music.
Some people don't rate talent based on the perfection and precision of the notes that are played, or whether a song is sung pitch perfectly without mistakes, but based on creativity, innovation and genuine feeling.
Some people, myself included, are quite happy to accept some work performed badly if it's good enough. As long as people are inspired to create their own stuff I'm also even quite happy to take the crap that comes along with that, as it inevitably would now and again. Rough production values, raw sound, dodgy vocals. To some people that's not necessarily a problem in itself, and hardly the be all and end all.
In this current decade it appears that too much emphasis is placed on perfection. Where blandness and soul deprived music is automatically celebrated as 'Amazing' or 'Genius' above music which may be rougher but have something about it.
I'm not saying that high production values are a bad thing, far from it. I like some music which has high production values but isn't necessarily the media's flavour of the month.
But it's just that there appears to be a current snobbery towards music that doesn't have the highest production values.
Pre-the year 2000 there was a lot of music which may have been performed with a looser style where the singing couldn't possibly have been described as being sung well going by today's lofty standards.
There was rawness and roughness to a lot of great music before the year 2000.
Hip Hop (Not now,...but a long time ago), Punk, Oldskool Hardcore(Rave), Indie, Electro, Trip Hop, early 90s guitar bands.
Can you imagine Ian Brown from 'The Stone Roses' getting anywhere today according to current music industry standards dictated to us by the likes of Simon Cowell and the like?
Rough scratchy drums, very analogue sounds, accidental feedback, fingers heard sliding over guitar frets, were seen as an asset, not as a detriment.
You make it sound as though it's a good thing to have a song written
for you by a 'professional' song writer.

As though that word 'professional' has some sort of bench-mark of quality or kudos attached to it. Like you've got a head start in the race for quality because you've got a 'professional' person helping you.
Leona Lewis/Simon Cowell music has nothing to it. I don't care how many 'professional' songwriters or 'professional' producers are involved. A clinically perfect hummable tune does nothing for me in itself. It's probably that same professionalism and perfection you use as a means to celebrate that music which is probably the very reason why it kills it for me.
It's ironic that Leona Lewis's album was titled 'Spirit' because to me that music has none.