Love-Hounds-request@EDDIE.MIT.EDU.UUCP (02/04/87)
Really-From: rutgers!uwvax!astroatc!gtaylor (Pereant Qui Ante Nos Nostra Dixerunt) >hsu%uicsrd.CSRD.UIUC.EDU@a.cs.uiuc.edu (William Tsun-Yuk Hsu) > >You see, IED has succeeded in pissing off two of the most calm, reasonable >and tolerant people on the net. I never thought anyone could incite >rossi or gtaylor to say anything that even approaches displeasure, but IED, >in the space of a few months, has performed both impossible feats. Perhaps we should displace "displeasure" with the kind of deep sadness that I always feel when I'm in the presense of those poor souls who simply cannot live in a world that does not worship their personal deities (and keep the horrifying thought of *real* pluralism at length by the occasional outburst that strips them of the dignity that they cloak their pronouncements in). Still, we *all* have them, don't we? I imagine that those of you who are still awake will now endure a long posting or two from andrew that attempts to "clarify" his position. You're all free to have at the boy-I suspect with little success (if you define success as an ability to divert him from the true way). Still, such exercises are occasionally a decent way to approach thinking through one's own biases-if you don't find other ways to do the same thing. ON ANOTHER SUBJECT>>>> In the course of putting together a 2-hour program of new music for acoustic pianos (Roger Miller, Conlon Nancarrow, Paul Marotta, Gavin Bryars (his new tuned percussion/french horn stuff on ECM is beautiful, by the way), Daniel Lentz, Cage et. al.) for a local station, I found out that I have something pretty unusual in my old tape collection: a live recording (no treatments, only the slightest bit of detuning via a harmonizer) of Harold Budd performing at New Music America in Chicago in '82. It's a 15-25 minute version of "Children on the Hill," and I think that it's the closest you'll ever come to hearing how Budd thinks about improvising (unsurprisingly, there's a lot of Terry Riley's style to be heard). When I get some time, I could probably dub off a copy (it's from the radio) for whomever might like one. Send mail and we'll talk about it.