It was the screaching, gnawing low price that played concert master to this pitiful personal inner symphony.
A violin piqued my interest, and after some viscerally twining ruminations, in time, I hit the 'buy it now' button on the browser that is shining internet glories at me this moment. Leading to the purchase, there was titillating, teasing inner dialog...
Is it smart or stupid to get what any moron should guess is a shitty music widget? How bad is it to waste time? Is it possible to waste time, considering how nothing has happened in years to validate it as better or worse for the human condition. If all time is loaded like a clear vinyl backpack full of stupidity, ugliness and failed hopes, there is no conflict between time and a shitty violin.
I can afford to waste the price of the violin, much as I can blow the same thirty five bucks on dinner for four at McDonald's. And then I am obliged to trundle the old wheel barrow in which I wheel humanistic explanations for unproductive activities. I learned a shitload of insignificant things in the course of acquiring and playing an awful violin. The value of this is easily proven by running it past a consensus of cloistered people all selected for being easily amused. At large, there are whole colleges and business enterprises that place people in a leisured fool's paradise, and in some of them, they find pleasure in what a nut case learned off his shitty, pressed plywood violin.
It came to the front door in a week, in a trapazoidal FedEx carton I'd be comfortable being interred in after my most sadly inevitable cremation. The fiddle comes in an injection molded plastic hard shell case that I'd be even better elated to be interred it. Mortality was among the inner interogatives that lead me to close acquisitions on a $35, post paid, violin. And laid out in its plastic vault, like the late Chairman Mao after a royal taxidermy, the dreadful imported, mass produced musical instrument took it's first gander at American residential light.
It has no musical value to speak of. To learn violin on it is a waste of time. Sounds like shit. I am planning to shoot it with my crossbow, next summer. It will be hanged from the dead oak tree in the vacant lot behind the house. It deserves it. And I will derive pleasure. So will you, when you see the youtube project I'm going to make.. Unless you are a stick in the mud.
A violin piqued my interest, and after some viscerally twining ruminations, in time, I hit the 'buy it now' button on the browser that is shining internet glories at me this moment. Leading to the purchase, there was titillating, teasing inner dialog...
Is it smart or stupid to get what any moron should guess is a shitty music widget? How bad is it to waste time? Is it possible to waste time, considering how nothing has happened in years to validate it as better or worse for the human condition. If all time is loaded like a clear vinyl backpack full of stupidity, ugliness and failed hopes, there is no conflict between time and a shitty violin.
I can afford to waste the price of the violin, much as I can blow the same thirty five bucks on dinner for four at McDonald's. And then I am obliged to trundle the old wheel barrow in which I wheel humanistic explanations for unproductive activities. I learned a shitload of insignificant things in the course of acquiring and playing an awful violin. The value of this is easily proven by running it past a consensus of cloistered people all selected for being easily amused. At large, there are whole colleges and business enterprises that place people in a leisured fool's paradise, and in some of them, they find pleasure in what a nut case learned off his shitty, pressed plywood violin.
It came to the front door in a week, in a trapazoidal FedEx carton I'd be comfortable being interred in after my most sadly inevitable cremation. The fiddle comes in an injection molded plastic hard shell case that I'd be even better elated to be interred it. Mortality was among the inner interogatives that lead me to close acquisitions on a $35, post paid, violin. And laid out in its plastic vault, like the late Chairman Mao after a royal taxidermy, the dreadful imported, mass produced musical instrument took it's first gander at American residential light.
It has no musical value to speak of. To learn violin on it is a waste of time. Sounds like shit. I am planning to shoot it with my crossbow, next summer. It will be hanged from the dead oak tree in the vacant lot behind the house. It deserves it. And I will derive pleasure. So will you, when you see the youtube project I'm going to make.. Unless you are a stick in the mud.
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