Post #596 • August 5, 2005, 11:41 AM • 60 Comments
"Listen to this!" exclaimed Kerry when I walked in the office. He was reading a fresh copy of The Wire, which he says if you don't subscribe to, you don't take music seriously. Brain Marley was reviewing The Geographers by Clive Bell and Sylvia Hallett, and said this about it:
No one else is making music quite like this, so natural it seems effortless, and such a pleasure to listen to.
"When was the last time you read anyone writing about art like that?" said Kerry. He repeated the quote in wonderment. I couldn't think of an answer.
Later, I was wiping the sticky bits from the kitchen counter, and watching the color of the surface change slightly under the moisture of the sponge. Here is the impulse of art, I thought, noticing the lift in value fade as the water evaporated. Maybe in all the important matters we're looking too far from ourselves, trying to do too much. I dragged my fingers over the clean slickness; the counter awaited the next burst of cooking.