Look at the *bright* side indeed..
Heh..
A friend raved on and on and.. re Chick Corea (sp?).
Let her take me to a concert. Believe string players call it noodling when yer kinda just tryin out sounds and.. lookin' fer loopholes; just lookin fer loopholes (?)
Anyway.. what I guess he calls innovation ;-) er improvisation - soon came to be, for me: the aural version of Aleph-null, endless extravagant sounds signifying *nothing* (well, to me anyway) but worse: a hostile *nothing* :( Enough to want a martini with a cockroach for protein, like Guy Noir's fav.
For ~first time re 'arts' - it evoked in me: anger! That of the student trapped by an autodidact! or by a stranger at the door who might launch into explaining the Universe as it's Spozed to Be.. Smugly, beatifically sing-song. Before asking if I wanted to know that trivial piece of misinformation.
But such events Do have their silver lining! The sky never looked so bright and inviting! when finally I got out of that auditorium and felt..
Freee.. Freee *At Last* !!
And realized too.. never would I have to go through That again, at least while able to move one eyelid and blink twice.. for NO. {sigh}
(But at least.. he didn't have an overblown alto-sax for accompaniment.. too.)
('Course too - says nothing re Mr. C. and his art and those who like it. Just bad chemistry twixt Us-two I guess. Still and all - the feeling of "relief" is its own reward :-)
Ashton Critic
ie it's tough recommendin stuff to Us Cranks\ufffd, y'know?
(Dunno about the one above, but if that rape scenario is as you say (?) it might glaringly bring out a subtle 'conservative' er reactionary idiocy of the culture -- which would be much like that live cockroach in yer martini. No?)
:-\ufffd
