Tuesday, August 3, 2010

Dark news of Thebes

As we left we walked by the DJ booth. No one seemed to care. He could have played anything, really. And I lamented the loss of DJ culture. The boys today seem more concerned with a hit parade than with a journey.  Pretty boys care more about each other than music these days. And the DJ as an artist is a dying breed.

          This Bacchic arrogance advances on us like
          A spreading fire, disgracing us before all 
          I would control my rage and sacrifice to him
          if I were you, rather than kick against the 
          And with their motion all things moved.

Euripides, The Bacchae
Translation, Philip Vellacott
Penguin Classics, 1954

Can the lamentations of the Chef be far behind?

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