Listening to the Joe Henderson Trio, just now, whose interesting jazz rendition of a Theolonious Monk composition had almost concluded, it occurred to me that such cerebral music is very much like its artistic equivalent in modern or avaunt-garde art: painting and sculpture; also cerebral not visceral; appealing to the preconditioned mind, not to the free and innate soul of mankind which likes its music and art based only on an untutored feel or sight. That is me!
While I can appreciate such art and music if I cannot feel it, it misses me.
Tuesday, October 28, 2014
MISSING ME
MISSING ME
Listening to the Joe Henderson Trio, just now, whose interesting jazz rendition of a Theolonious Monk composition had almost concluded, it occurred to me that such cerebral music is very much like its artistic equivalent in modern or avaunt-garde art: painting and sculpture; also cerebral not visceral; appealing to the preconditioned mind, not to the free and innate soul of mankind which likes its music and art based only on an untutored feel or sight. That is me!
While I can appreciate such art and music if I cannot feel it, it misses me.
Listening to the Joe Henderson Trio, just now, whose interesting jazz rendition of a Theolonious Monk composition had almost concluded, it occurred to me that such cerebral music is very much like its artistic equivalent in modern or avaunt-garde art: painting and sculpture; also cerebral not visceral; appealing to the preconditioned mind, not to the free and innate soul of mankind which likes its music and art based only on an untutored feel or sight. That is me!
While I can appreciate such art and music if I cannot feel it, it misses me.
