13 Feb 2008 › 9:18am
So last night I went to this gallery thing where 20 of us listened to a new electronic musical piece through 20 separate pairs of headphones. The “music” consisted of an adorable Asian girl playing an exotic instrument that I will simply call “nails on a chalkboard” for a period of 14 minutes, followed by 6 minutes of sampled (bovine) mooing on a loop. So that’s over. Guess I can die now.
The event was super over attended, and like I said—there were only the 20 pairs of headphones. So the rest of the people in the room were pretty much standing around in complete silence with nothing to do while the lucky 20 of us listened. It was like the lamest invisible velvet rope in the world. Like, I’m in—and the person standing two inches away from me is out.
As is always the case with such things, IN was mediocre-to-crap. Though one did feel a certain amount of pressure to make it look like one was having a swell time. That’s sort of the unwritten VIP-room rule. You can’t just go around blabbing that IN isn’t all it’s cracked up to be, and that OUT, for all intents and purposes, is where it’s at. Can you?
