Dear Eastman Wind Ensemble,
I can't even pretend that I am capable of evaluating your work. I'm sure you have created outstanding music and are well respected across the globe. I fully believe that many discerning people play Danzante while they cook dinner, drive to work, and perform any manner of tasks--both inspired and mundane.
It's not you, it's me. I can't enjoy music or performances that do not include words. My imagination is not robust enough to create my own interpretation or story for the product of your instruments. I am, simply put, bored.
To top it off, you have to compete with Kanye--a man who's words and actions could inspire endless psychology dissertations. I get a voyeuristic glimpse of what it's like to lose your mother in a tummy tuck accident. To be dumped by a super model.
I get to learn about the 808 drum machine. And read passages like this on wikipedia:
"West himself openly stated that he loves using Auto-Tune and is dismayed that the term has been commonly associated with being "wack".[15] He considers the technology "the funnest thing to use" and compared the situation to when he was a child and thought the color pink was cool until someone told him "it was gay", producing an analogy of how the views of society can rob people of their confidence and self-esteem."
I appreciate Kanye and hope that he continues to seek and explore the color pink, whatever form it takes.
It's wack of me, but you didn't stand a chance.
Sincerely,
Sara
Winner: Kanye West, 808s & Heartbreak
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