06/01/07
One of the more pleasant extraneous things about going to an orchestral concert — far more pleasant than dressing up or sipping champagne from plastic glasses
— is listening to the warming-up period, before the performance, and during intermissions. I like the tuning-up sound clouds, too. It's a pleasant sort of cacaphony, like a frog chorus or cicada gamelan.
Now some guy's recorded a whole bunch of these, and calls them his
compositions. Oh, well . . . if John Cage can claim four minutes and a few odd seconds as his own. . . .
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