I winced as we sat in the audience of an experimental music concert played by a string quartet. Calling it music was being generous. It was more like the sound of a subway car screeching on the tracks, mixed with nails on a chalkboard, and choruses of crying babies on an airplane."I don't get it," I whispered to my husband as the quartet tweaked their instruments so violently that strings began to break loose and fly up in the players' faces. "Experimental music is about seeing how far [...]
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