In short, Francesco has raised a highly significant issue, even if, at his very young age, he has proposed a response that is not a solution.
In fact, a solution resolves a problem; but the problem consists not so much in the ignorance of the composition and the author, as in the use made - by everyone - of an artistic expression and, generally, of culture (commodification).
Allow me first of all to disagree with some of the things that have been said: and I will also explain why.
Francesco asks to cite the work and the author and - rightly so - Maricallas reminds us that if we always cite, the thing goes unnoticed. Dear Francesco, if citations were enough to build culture, then we would have an abundance of learned people! (The "Barilla" music is a citation!)
Simone takes it out on teachers, but they are not responsible for the acculturation of young people, which is and remains the responsibility of parents.
In fact, parents use operators to perform this task, but using someone who operates in your place (in my world) does not transfer responsibility. In fact, delegation aims to create efficiency/effectiveness and not to shift the responsibility for the result, even if many tend to forget this.
If a parent sends no messages, except those related to commodification, what can we expect from young people? Let us not forget that a young person is formed by lived experiences and, therefore, if the father spreads ignorance, why should the son exhibit culture?
Let's move now to the advertiser: I had a twin (tragically dead) who worked as an advertiser in Milan. He did his job with passion and professionalism, but he was well aware of the perverse mechanisms of the tool he held in his hands.
Much less - I believe, no, I am certain - were the recipients of his campaigns, given that "restrained" type advertisements were less successful than "pushy" type ones. And I am still waiting to see crowds of people give up watching some shitty two-thousandth episode of any soap opera (or Sunday Sports, you decide, since they show tits and asses there too), to read not even a book, but a damn newspaper!
Much more shrewd - instead - were those who commissioned the advertising work from him, who saw it as an investment like many others, distinguished moreover - if he told them well - by a profitability unthinkable with "classic" industrial investment. And so on with all the classic tricks invented over time by the clever bastards of half the world (I lived in Naples for many years and they don't need to teach us anything!): from distracting you with false morality (like: buy Profumo Sensation product and you will be better than others), to enchanting you with the hot girl/guy of the moment (Blasi/Totti?, etc.), to telling you that you are about to make a real deal (3x2, fabulous discount?, etc.) and so on. In short, a shitty mess that couldn't be more shitty.
Sincerely, I wouldn't know which of the three deserves my contempt more, among the entrepreneur, the advertiser, and the client (or perhaps even me?).
In reality, each of us is, in part, the architect of our own destiny and each is therefore responsible for this trend.
The capitalist, who knows the laws of the market by heart (to simplify):
1) many buy, many sell = maximum justice and fair price;
2) many buy, few sell = minimum justice and seller's arbitrariness;
3) few buy, many sell = minimum justice and buyer's arbitrariness
looks for solutions 2 or 3 and therefore spends his time trying to make his competitors fail/buy and making the counterparties become brutish/imbecilic in the so-called market.
The advertiser is a tool of the former (everyone who counts has their skilled people!) and, in return, tries to get rich doing a job he likes; however, it may be true that when he painted beautiful pictures and wanted to sell them to eat honestly, no one bought them, so it's also the fault of the third! (every lowlife has their persecutors!).
The buyer, who does not want to learn the laws of the market, is happy to be told what to do and does not even ask for a moment if the person telling him what to do possesses the necessary authority and independence (the entrepreneur does not, nor does advertising, which answers to the entrepreneur), since the only one who would have the necessary authority would be himself, but then he would have to work his ass off to understand a lot of things! Better to let Blasi/Totti do it, even if it costs more (otherwise who pays the Blasi/Tottis?) and if one remains in one's own crass ignorance (meanwhile, using the saved time to try to get rich at the expense of other unfortunate souls and change groups). But what can we do if man is a substantially stupid/ignorant/presumptuous/selfish animal?
I understand Francesco's indignation, who like me loves music, but think about the havoc that occurs with technology, where everyone knows the ultimate product of electronic technology and nobody knows who discovered electrical or electronic phenomena. Mozart-Mulino Bianco/Kenwood Grater is not much different from Schroedinger-iPad/Nokia. And let's not talk about what happens with the arts, which suffer even more than science, if possible.
In reality, we are witnessing a strange process in which - on one hand - a growing number of people increase their knowledge and wealth and - simultaneously - an ever-decreasing number (in percentage) of people take possession of increasingly larger slices of information and rights, to dominate others. In this process, the keywords are: economies of scale and market, but, in reality, the former produces concentration (ahi, ahi, ahi! rules 2 and 3!) and the latter is mentioned inappropriately, because the product market is as fictitious as the "shadows in the cave".
What to do, then? How can I tell my neighbor that we should change course?
It's a bit like shouting orders into the fury of the storm and the whistling of the winds to a crew that is deaf, and even rebellious at that!
Well, one solution is to remain calm, indicate maneuvers with gestures (and not with shouts!), try to correct the rudder for the helmsman, and in any case, remember that we went to a swimming lesson and, if the rocks get too close, jump into the sea and leave the inept to their fate.
And now, let me return to the study of Number 2 (Nochecita) from Seis Danzas Espanolas by Isaac Albeniz (I swear!!! I am not saving myself from the rocks, but only indicating a maneuver with gestures to a beautiful crew!).
Ciao!