So this meeting with my advisor on Friday, yeah, it was 45 minutes long. Good
Christ!! And he pretty much just read me his comments. Dude, I can read!! There
was this one passage, I loved it, where I reacted to an
oft-quoted statement on Lisa's work (the artist that I'm
writing about. Since I've spent a year on this project, I 've
decided that I can call her by her first name). The critic
said that he felt like a rock fan "parsing nuances on a guitar
strum." After I looked up what parsing meant (sorta like examining)I took issue with it. Because, well, that is completely dumb to me, there's nothing
subtle about her work, at all. So I likened her technique, in
the conclusion of chapter one, to a riff. And I began a
sentence with the phrase, "Like the opening chords to Smoke on
the Water...yadayada art speak pretensious...." And he didn't
know what I was talking about. HE doesn't know this song!!
He's in his late forties, I think, maybe early fifties. GOD!
Even if you don't know what it's called, you know that riff.
He said that I can't assume my audience is as hip as I am.
Uh, dude, the song, it's about 30 years old!! I give up, I will never impress him. Sigh
1 comment:
i can't think of any situation on any continent, asteroid, or planetary body in any time frame real or imagined at any time either structured or infinite that ANYONE would consider "smoke on the water" hip!
i also find it astounding that anyone under the age of 50 with two ears and a functioning radio wouldn't know that tune.
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