Ramblings of the Kitty

zorascreation:

maniacalsoandso:

blueandbluer:

staghunt:

fitvillains:

Via Washington Post
A man sat at a metro st ation in Washington DC and started to play the violin; it was a cold January morning. He played six Bach pieces for about 45 minutes. During that time, since it was rush hour, it was calculated that 1,100 people went through the station, most of them on their way to work. Three minutes went by, and a middle aged man noticed there was musician playing. He slowed his pace, and stopped for a few seconds, and then hurried up to meet his schedule. A minute later, the violinist received his first dollar tip: a woman threw the money in the till and without stopping, and continued to walk. A few minutes later, someone leaned against the wall to listen to him, but the man looked at his watch and started to walk again. Clearly he was late for work. The one who paid the most attention was a 3 year old boy. His mother tagged him along, hurried, but the kid stopped to look at the violinist. Finally, the mother pushed hard, and the child continued to walk, turning his head all the time. This action was repeated by several other children. All the parents, without exception, forced them to move on. In the 45 minutes the musician played, only 6 people stopped and stayed for a while. About 20 gave him money, but continued to walk their normal pace. He collected $32. When he finished playing and silence took over, no one noticed it. No one applauded, nor was there any recognition. No one knew this, but the violinist was Joshua Bell, one of the most talented musicians in the world. He had just played one of the most intricate pieces ever written, on a violin worth $3.5 million dollars. Two days before his playing in the subway, Joshua Bell sold out at a theater in Boston where the seats averaged $100. This is a real story. Joshua Bell playing incognito in the metro station was organized by the Washington Post as part of a social experiment about perception, taste, and priorities of people. The outlines were: in a commonplace environment at an inappropriate hour: Do we perceive beauty? Do we stop to appreciate it? Do we recognize the talent in an unexpected context? One of the possible conclusions from this experience could be:If we do not have a moment to stop and listen to one of the best musicians in the world playing the best music ever written, how many other things are we missing?
See the video here.

I am so tired of this story getting passed around, especially on Facebook.
The writer of the article is trying to press our buttons about our limited perceptions of class, quality, and value. The proverbial diamond in the rough we overlook because of our prejudicial perception. It’s a large social problem that results in black students have to work harder, Latinos having to ditch any hint of an accent, the poor having problems with job interviews, types of people profiled in a store, or whatever—there are literally uncountable scenarios where perception is detrimentally affected by prejudices.
The writer chose Joshua Bell who plays violin in a crowded train tunnel during rush hour.
Having spent my entire fucking life using a transit system involving crowded trains in a city during rush hour, I’ve got a newsflash for you: people ignore the people playing classical music.
You know who they stop for every time?
black boys playing drums on buckets
old Asian grandma on an erhu
old manly troop singing “My Girl”
sad white girl with an acoustic guitar
black woman singing popular “diva” songs
anyone singing popular Christian hymns
Do you know why they would stop for those people? Because the music is either so freaking strange that it’s entertaining or because it’s so familiar it touches on them.
Classical music hits a very niche crowd: the affluent commuter. Someone who has the time and training to recognize a very inaccessible genre of music (hey, let me know the next time there’s a black conductor for a major symphony orchestra!). It’s arguably why there are plenty of inner city kids hitting the NBA, but not the NHL. Cost of entry has a huge impact on the popularity of classical music.
That’s class 101. Shit that has a high cost of entry is not going to be popular among the poor or lower classes.
You know what else? Stopping and smelling the roses is for non-working weiners. The mom who had to drag her kid away from the musician? Yeah, not going to hold it against the mom that they were late for: a doctor’s appointment, test, class, or whatever that a working mom is taking time away from work to do. That’s bullshit and classist that you can’t accept that they might other pressing shit to do than to listen to someone they don’t care about.
I mean, really, people. You’ve got to be shitting me to think about a guy you have to pay $100/ticket to listen to and then being shocked that the average person doesn’t recognize them.
Can we stop pretending that overpriced bits of strictly white culture is the penultimate measurement of cultural education?
Thanks,
Sincerely,
Someone who doesn’t give a shit about Joshua Bell.
PS. This experiment would’ve meant a whole lot more about perception if the writer could take his little sheltered academic eyes off the over-simplified explanation of class differences and had placed a commonly known musician in Bell’s place.

SLOW CLAP. Excellent criticism, staghunt.
Look at this, for example… try to tell me people aren’t watching and enjoying this:

Also someone people stop for — there’s a dude in the Philly subway who dances like Michael Jackson. It’s the best thing ever, and people LOVE it. Look, I like classical music, and was raised in part by a classical musician. Yet, I doubt it would have made much of an impression on me, either. It’s just not extraordinary enough. Yet, a dude who dances like Michael Jackson, and well? REBLOG EVER TIM.

^that commentary, tho

zorascreation: Reblogging for that fucking flawless commentary.

maniacalsoandso:

blueandbluer:

staghunt:

fitvillains:

Via Washington Post

A man sat at a metro st ation in Washington DC and started to play the violin; it was a cold January morning. He played six Bach pieces for about 45 minutes. During that time, since it was rush hour, it was calculated that 1,100 people went through the station, most of them on their way to work.

Three minutes went by, and a middle aged man noticed there was musician playing. He slowed his pace, and stopped for a few seconds, and then hurried up to meet his schedule.

A minute later, the violinist received his first dollar tip: a woman threw the money in the till and without stopping, and continued to walk.

A few minutes later, someone leaned against the wall to listen to him, but the man looked at his watch and started to walk again. Clearly he was late for work.

The one who paid the most attention was a 3 year old boy. His mother tagged him along, hurried, but the kid stopped to look at the violinist. Finally, the mother pushed hard, and the child continued to walk, turning his head all the time. This action was repeated by several other children. All the parents, without exception, forced them to move on.

In the 45 minutes the musician played, only 6 people stopped and stayed for a while. About 20 gave him money, but continued to walk their normal pace. He collected $32. When he finished playing and silence took over, no one noticed it. No one applauded, nor was there any recognition.

No one knew this, but the violinist was Joshua Bell, one of the most talented musicians in the world. He had just played one of the most intricate pieces ever written, on a violin worth $3.5 million dollars.

Two days before his playing in the subway, Joshua Bell sold out at a theater in Boston where the seats averaged $100.

This is a real story. Joshua Bell playing incognito in the metro station was organized by the Washington Post as part of a social experiment about perception, taste, and priorities of people. The outlines were: in a commonplace environment at an inappropriate hour: Do we perceive beauty? Do we stop to appreciate it? Do we recognize the talent in an unexpected context?

One of the possible conclusions from this experience could be:

If we do not have a moment to stop and listen to one of the best musicians in the world playing the best music ever written, how many other things are we missing?

See the video here.

I am so tired of this story getting passed around, especially on Facebook.

The writer of the article is trying to press our buttons about our limited perceptions of class, quality, and value. The proverbial diamond in the rough we overlook because of our prejudicial perception. It’s a large social problem that results in black students have to work harder, Latinos having to ditch any hint of an accent, the poor having problems with job interviews, types of people profiled in a store, or whatever—there are literally uncountable scenarios where perception is detrimentally affected by prejudices.

The writer chose Joshua Bell who plays violin in a crowded train tunnel during rush hour.

Having spent my entire fucking life using a transit system involving crowded trains in a city during rush hour, I’ve got a newsflash for you: people ignore the people playing classical music.

You know who they stop for every time?

black boys playing drums on buckets

old Asian grandma on an erhu

old manly troop singing “My Girl”

sad white girl with an acoustic guitar

black woman singing popular “diva” songs

anyone singing popular Christian hymns

Do you know why they would stop for those people? Because the music is either so freaking strange that it’s entertaining or because it’s so familiar it touches on them.

Classical music hits a very niche crowd: the affluent commuter. Someone who has the time and training to recognize a very inaccessible genre of music (hey, let me know the next time there’s a black conductor for a major symphony orchestra!). It’s arguably why there are plenty of inner city kids hitting the NBA, but not the NHL. Cost of entry has a huge impact on the popularity of classical music.

That’s class 101. Shit that has a high cost of entry is not going to be popular among the poor or lower classes.

You know what else? Stopping and smelling the roses is for non-working weiners. The mom who had to drag her kid away from the musician? Yeah, not going to hold it against the mom that they were late for: a doctor’s appointment, test, class, or whatever that a working mom is taking time away from work to do. That’s bullshit and classist that you can’t accept that they might other pressing shit to do than to listen to someone they don’t care about.

I mean, really, people. You’ve got to be shitting me to think about a guy you have to pay $100/ticket to listen to and then being shocked that the average person doesn’t recognize them.

Can we stop pretending that overpriced bits of strictly white culture is the penultimate measurement of cultural education?

Thanks,

Sincerely,

Someone who doesn’t give a shit about Joshua Bell.

PS. This experiment would’ve meant a whole lot more about perception if the writer could take his little sheltered academic eyes off the over-simplified explanation of class differences and had placed a commonly known musician in Bell’s place.

SLOW CLAP. Excellent criticism, staghunt.

Look at this, for example… try to tell me people aren’t watching and enjoying this:

Also someone people stop for — there’s a dude in the Philly subway who dances like Michael Jackson. It’s the best thing ever, and people LOVE it. Look, I like classical music, and was raised in part by a classical musician. Yet, I doubt it would have made much of an impression on me, either. It’s just not extraordinary enough. Yet, a dude who dances like Michael Jackson, and well? REBLOG EVER TIM.

^that commentary, tho

zorascreation: Reblogging for that fucking flawless commentary.