I felt mildly self-conscious drawing during the Janis Ian show last night (4/25/13)... but the guy behind me must have fired off 3,000 digital pics
with his huge camera. Each time he fired the camera you heard the
chick-chick sound of the shutter. I'm sure it didn't bother him, in the
same way that a screaming toddler never bothers mom on the train.
I wonder why he would want 3,000 pics of Janis Ian... when one would
do. She didn't move much... did no flying leaps of amplifiers... she
didn't fly across the stage on wire apparatus... she never slide across
the stage on her back... and she didn't kneel down and do a guitar god
manuever. She just stood there and sang and played. But this guy had to
take 3,000 pictures none-the-less. Everyone snickers when considering
that uncivilized people think the camera will steal their soul. Yet the
civilized shutterbugs think the opposite, that the camera will capture
to soul of another person, or a moment, or perhaps the meaning of their
life. And this meaning must surely exister "OVER THERE"... at some
external point they can aim their unblinking technological eye at... and
passively absorb.
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| Janis Ian |
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| Diana Jones |
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| The Audience |
