There's a new hoon disease going about. It's totally psychological.
It first started in Hurumphta City. Alvin will always have a musical preference for the jazz forms of Jijo. It's the slowly growing crowd of Huck alumni that are starting to seek out the more structured forms of human music. More than just whalesong tapes are starting to stream out from Earth. It first started in Hurumphta City, but had its biggest growth spurt in Little Jijo. After the human orchestra arrived. H.M.S. Pinafore was always performed to a CIP unit. That's Computer Interactive Performance. A computer takes the place of a conductor and can control the pace of the music to fit the actor's performance and the audience's response. (Starting the music when the clapping--or umbling dies down.) But for the Mikado, Alvin wanted to go the full humicker route. Enough of a human orchestra was brought to Hurumphta to train hoonish players on human instruments, or on the hoon equivalent. And sometimes there is not and cannot be a hoonish equivalent. Four fingers, even when making up a larger sized hand, just can't go through all of the spacing or valve combinations that can be made by a five fingered hand. Hoon can't play a human piano. Their finger tips are too big, and if the keys were spaced out more, even with a hoon's longer arms, the timing would be off in vainly trying to race from one octive to the next. And the main symptom of the disease? To increasingly desire that which one cannot do. George Gerswin's Rhapsody in Blue has become something of an unofficial anthem for humicker music lovers. And the name of the disease? Pinky Envy. William Taylor -------------------- Why can't they have a real musician perform at Superbowl Halftime? _______________________________________________ http://www.mccmedia.com/mailman/listinfo/brin-l
