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Pastimes : Let's Talk About Our Feelings!!! -- Ignore unavailable to you. Want to Upgrade?

To: Rambi who wrote (23791)	7/20/1998 8:18:00 PM
From: Jacques Chitte	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 108807

(Ravel/cats) I'll forgive him... after all, some of my dearest friends like catss... I like cats, I really do... they're just so difficult to prepare ! CW and Mussorgsky. I coulda told you right away that that was a positively euphoric Good Music response! I am very careful not to play my fav' Igor or his good bud Shostakovich when cleaning the Casull. The neighbors might just not understand. I don't know what it is - but music, the kind that Reaches somebody, is just this side of language. Wouldn't it be simply awesome if somebody could break the code? That way when I'm catatonic with Profound Insight while the last minutes of the Rite of Spring are turning the Magneplanars into a hyperspatial gate - and Spouse simply winces - I could let her know how Very Cool this is. Maybe musical tastes are like our subjective visual responses to the complexity of patterns. Some folks like large spare patterns, like solids or stripes. What's the musical equivalent? Some folk music maybe (although there are some hauntingly gorgeous tunes sprinkled thruout even the most "basic" traditions) or maybe the minimalist melodies of blues. Some folks like patterns of great intricacy - like a persian rug or frost-swirls grown on a winter windowpane. For me, there's a definite cutoff. Some of the most compelling patterns I know in either sight or sound are at my subjective high end of "complexity affinity". One step further, and it's noise to me. Like Jackson Pollock. One man's subtle evocation of the Sublime is another's Polaroid of spaghetti day at the preschool.