Forced to Listen


Forced to listen isn't my style.  Compelled to listen is.
Last night I heard a performance by some well-meaning young musicians presenting works by well-meaning composers who seem, like myself, to be rebelling against a culture in which listening has become irrelevant.  Their solution is to draw attention to the silence inside of which the tiniest vibration, the tiniest change in vibration becomes the subject of the composition.
I couldn't agree more with the premise.
Please engage my conscious mind in some way even as you deal with these important elements.
Do not require of me that I sit through 20 unrelenting minutes of this new take on sameness.  What's wrong with variety? 


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