Where Does Beauty Begin? Where Does It

I Never Had A Hat, Never Wore One, But Recently Was Given A Brown Suede Duck-hunting Hat. The Moment I Put It On I Realized I Was Starved For A Hat. I Kept It Warm By Putting It On My Head. I Made Plans To Wear It Especially When I Was Going To Do Any Thinking. Somewhere In Virginia, I Lost My Hat.

Percussion Music Is Revolution. Sound And Rhythm Have Too Long Been Submissive To The Restrictions Of Nineteenth Century Music. Today We Are Fighting For Their Emancipation. Tomorrow, With Electronic Music In Our Ears, We Will Hear Freedom. At The Present Stage Of Revolution, A Healthy Lawlessness Is Warranted. Experiment Must Necessarily Be Carried On By Hitting Anything-tin Pans, Rice Bowls, Iron Pipes-anything We Can Lay Our Hands On. Not Only Hitting, But Rubbing, Scraping, Making Sound In Every Possible Way...what We Can't Do Ourselves Will Be Done By Machines Which We Will Invent.

Not One Sound Fears The Silence That Extinguishes It. And No Silence Exists That Is Not Pregnant With Sound.

We're Breaking All Of The Rules, Even Our Own Rules, And How Do We Do That? By Leaving Plenty Of Room For X Quantities.

So Somebody Has Talent? So What? Dime A Dozen. And We're Overpopulated. Actually We Have More Food Than We Have People And More Art. We've Gotten To The Point Of Burning Food. When Will We Begin To Burn Our Art?