25 January, 2012 in Life | 15 Comments
The real issue here is that it shows that people are impressed and appreciate, purely because of someone being famous.
When they pay a lot of money to see someone famous play, it’s not because they can actually tell that this person is good. It’s only because this person is famous and people say he is good.
Here, nobody knew who he was, so they treated him as if it had been any other person.
So, the reality we need to realize is that him playing violin is not worth one s*** more than if some homeless person plays violin.
So, elitists need to get over themselves, and stop thinking that something is good, just because someone famous did it.
Don’t think there can be any “wrong” conclusion here. The reaction of the children to something which was clearly beautiful and valuable does support the authors’ conclusion. Adults have become conditioned to perceive musicians in the metro as beggars, and they are in too much of a hurry to realize the true beauty. It’s not pretentiousness that draws $100 per seat to attend a performance of a truly awe inspiring artist, but the value we do place on stopping to smell the roses in a special place at an hour uninterrupted by the minutia of daily life.
Sad, really sad…
Of course we perceive beauty. But we have lives and we have someplace to be. You want me to listen? Play when I’m not on the way to work.
Why must we quantify beauty in dollars?
Well what do they want from us? People are damn busy! Lol.
Wow, is there a message here?
I don’t think this has anything to do with who was playing, what he was playing or how much the instrument cost. I think it just shows that we, as Americans, just don’t have time…we are so wrapped up in our schedule and the pressures of our busy lives that we just don’t have time to take a few minutes to enjoy something beautiful. And since the children struggled to stop and listen, it just shows that they have no concept of time…something beautiful draws their attention no matter what. I lived in SF for a few years and there were always wonderful performers in the subway, I stopped when I could…I did not judge them by where they were playing, when I coudln’t stop and listen it had nothing to do with who they were…it was because I didn’t want to lose my job by being late.
-In a New York metro station.-
There’s your problem. Pick a place where people are not hurrying to be somewhere in a couple minutes. When I take a train to see a movie or go downtown here in SF, I don’t leave a lot of time to listen to musicians. If a train arrives accurately at 8am, they aren’t going to arrive more than a couple minutes early and gawk at things like this.
I feel like regardless of if anyone applauded or paused for more than a second, the presence of the music did enhance the experience of passers by whether the consciously realized it or not. How often do we have radio or Mp3s playing in the background and not notice when the playlist stops – how many prints of amazing artwork adorn the walls that we never pause more than a few milliseconds to appreciate? – What if those things were gone one day? would we consciously notice, or would the quality of our mood drop just below perception in a way that subtly but significantly decreased the quality of our existence?
You’re all missing the point. The point is, the general population is ignorant and self-absorbed with their own lives they forget what the whole point of life is…. You say ‘oh I don’t want to be late for work’ well stop being life’s little b*tch. Pathetic.
Trolin is a Arts
I’d say the point is… who the boinkers listens to Bach in a noisy subway or downtown? Or even, who the bleep listens to Bach at all at any time anywhere these days? I for one would be more likely to stop and listen if he was playing “summer of ’69″ or something good. the reason why so few stopped is becouse the only ones who care about Bach these days are people with too much money trying to act like they have culture. Enough said.
Also, this story used to have a completely different picture of someone in black clothes, whiteish T-shirt and a cap.
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