The other issues that come with reverence of tradition can mean that the new is always the lesser. Until, that is, the author of that once new work is long dead. It is a strange thing that we do a lot, make sacred the dead because they are dead. In a lot of interviews I have noticed that when an artist, writer, actress, whatever, is asked who they most admire they frequently revive a corpse; it has a lot to do with the fact they are no longer human, with all those foibles that can send them smashing off their pedestal in a second. It is also a way of aligning oneself with the status that person achieved in her lifetime. We can feel so insecure, so threatened of our own contemporaries that we certainly don't want to say they influence us and our work. If Im being really of the here and now then I applaud Lily Allen's championing of fellow singer songwriter, Kate Nash; around the same age, similiar music styles, and yet Allen hadn't fully established her own status within that industry. It was incredibly kind, and I wish there could be more peer to peer applauding. That would be a lovely tradition.