Is that music actually “bad?” Or does it just deviate from currently expected norms and professional standards?
Modernism is clean, postmodernism is messy. I’ve been studying Cage lately. Even in a piece like the Concert for Piano and Orchestra, with over eighty different systems of notation to be deciphered, one sits within the orderliness of his methods.
I’m interested in sloppiness as an aesthetic statement. I was born in the 1980s. I grew up with magnetic tape. With Pavement. With Linklater. With Basquiat. With a VCR with a tracking knob.
I have to believe in everything at once, or nothing at all. I’m just built this way.
10 Best of 2014
January: Wyoming and the Open
February: New Mexico and the Holes
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