--- In [email protected], TurquoiseB <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> wrote: ><snip> > The music was acoustic and eclectic, ranging from blues to > ragtime to Celtic. The instrumentation was equally eclectic; > we're talkin' guitars, banjos, accordions, Uillean pipes, > pennywhistles, mandolins, and fiddles. The crowd ranged in > age from mine and The Artist's age (basically older than > dirt) to young people in their twenties, tattooed and > artistic friends of The Artist's daughter. > > And the food was great and the wine was great and the music > was great and we all had a great time and no one there was > in the least bit special. > > And I guess I'm writing this because I really think that the > reason we all *had* such a good time is that no one there was > special. <snip>
It appears you are using "special" in a different sense than I have been. Those guys *all* sound special to me, but then I think it's pretty obvious everybody and everything is special if you give them half a chance. And by the same token, everybody and everything is also utterly ordinary. The kind of "special" Mr. Crumb appears to be, to certain fans, I wouldn't wish on anyone -- but of course, that too is perfect :-)
