Joe Queenan, who can be a very funny man, published a piece in the Guardian last week in which he declared himself to be unalterably opposed to modern music of all kinds:
In New York, Philadelphia and Boston, concert-goers have learned to stay awake and applaud politely at compositions by Christopher Rouse and Tan Dun. But they do this only because these works tend to be short and not terribly atonal; because they know this is the last time in their lives they’ll have to listen to them; and because the orchestra has signed a contract in blood guaranteeing that if everyone holds their nose and eats their vegetables, they’ll be rewarded with a great dollop of Tchaikovsky and Mendelssohn.
My editor at The Wall Street Journal sent me a link to Queenan’s piece, accompanied by the suggestion that I might possibly want to write a “Sightings” column about “Admit It, You’re as Bored as I Am.” Boy, was he ever right. Pick up a copy of Saturday’s Journal and see what came of it.
UPDATE: Read the whole thing here.