Weekend Concert 38: In a World Without Art, Let's Go to the Spa!
2007/6/17 11:06:11
Today's music upload was quite an ordeal -- the website had issues, so I could only toss the music somewhere online first and then transfer it to the site. As for where exactly the music got tossed, this ID isn't too sure either -- as long as there's an address to paste into the player's website, that's good enough. Since the price of dumping things randomly is that you can't dump anything too large, this time I can only put up some short pieces -- the big ones couldn't be uploaded.
Today it's all cloyingly sweet, affectedly precious sounds made with the violin -- the kind of stuff that gives you goosebumps. Today, let the violin smother you in sweetness. This ID personally never listens to these works. To keep the file sizes small, I uploaded at the lowest quality, so the sound frequency layers are rather dry and parched. But just run your ears over it for a quick thrill -- it should still be listenable.
These past two days, a little Russian man above Beijing triggered screaming -- but it didn't stir even a whisper of screaming desire in this ID. A commodity society can manufacture all sorts of bizarre commodities, but it cannot manufacture art. If a tenor cannot produce a rich, chest-resonant high note, then this ID will have zero desire to scream. Sadly, such tenors can no longer be heard. Even Domingo, the so-called king of opera, sounds strained to this ID. It seems that though this ID isn't particularly old, my artistic taste is already an antique. This ID would rather scream for a portrait of Caruso than have any desire for today's stripped-bare tenors.
Let the violin keep violining, let the little Russian man keep being a little man, let the screaming keep screaming -- this ID is off to the spa. In a world without art, let's spa.
Chán Zhōng Shuō Chán 2007/6/17 11:08:20
No more nonsense. Heading out, see you tomorrow morning.