Last night I saw the best argument for 6 billion of us.
A musician so talented.
You don't get one so talented
if there are 600 of us. Or 60 million.
You need really big numbers.
So maybe that''s why.
Or at least that's why it's OK sometimes.
For example: Last night.
Who was it Cecil? Tell, tell! Joanna Newsom maybe? Or is this a poetikal fiction that I’m taking all too literally?
It was Joanna Newsom exactly.
And holy cow.
Holy cow!
I haven’t been that startled by an opening act since the time a few of us stumbled on the Rev. Horton Heat opening for Frank Black. I think it was Frank Black. Or was it The Pixies?
Anyways:
Holy cow!
does she havea numba?
Further clarification: Is that the mouth harp, or the kind that angels play?
…of the angels. Like one of Harpo’s harps. Like a sideways piano, with a thumping bass strapped to one side.
1993, yo yo ma, front row, small venue, private concert. i wanted to hug him afterwards. it was the most stirring performance i have ever seen. he was the music. yes, it helps justify the rest of them.
“There is music in the beauty, and the silent note which Cupid strikes, far sweeter than the sound of an instrument; for there is music wherever there is harmony, order, or proportion; and thus far we may maintain the music of the spheres.”
—Sir Thomas Browne, Religio Medici. Part ii. Sect. ix.
“Music, when soft voices die,
Vibrates in the memory;
Odours, when sweet violets sicken,
Live within the sense they quicken.”
— Percy Bysshe Shelley, Music, when soft Voices die.
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