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A writer trapped in the body of a different writer.

Wednesday, February 29, 2012

Subway Violinist

Musicians are uniting together, online, to share the tale of a violinist

whom a newspaper sets up in a subway station

and this cat plays fancy tunes on a fancy violin, to be ultimately ignored.

The same cat plays Carnegie Hall, or some such fancy theatre, maybe the very next day, and the show is a sellout and massive success. Or whatever.

If my summary seems quick, crass and careless, it is meant to be. This story is Bullshit.

Many musicians (in my small circle) have posted, reposted, commented tearfully, exclaimed their devastation, and basically swallowed this story whole. Hook, line & sinker.

This isn't a story about Art or Appreciation, it is a story about Time.

People in a fancy theatre have ALREADY ALLOTTED their time, for that specific event.

People in a subway are trying to get places, in a timely manner.

End of story.

1 comment:

  1. In a related article, the MFA emptied the walls in the Impressionist wing, and placed actual masterpieces behind Plexiglas on subway cars throughout the metro area. They then lamented the lack of appreciation, and outright vandalism, that ensued. Quoted the MFA direct; “Indeed the masses are still unwashed”.

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