1.04.2005

Alas


Alex Rosswrites in his comment-free blog:

"Doesn't hearing a fragment of recorded music suddenly give us a hunger for the "real thing"-- make it seem imperative on a given day to buy a ticket for Radu Lupu or Rokia Traor -- three months hence?"

The answer is no. Because who can get a sitter three months in advance?

Seriously, though, I use recorded music as wallpaper all the time even though I know I'm not supposed to. (Maybe the metaphor should be recorded music as cholesterol.) It's just one of the things that keeps me up in the cheap seats of aesthetes.

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