Walking around Seattle this weekend I stumbled into the Seattle Art Museum and saw the worst piece of art I have ever seen. This pretentious carp was called ‘After the Martini Shot” and it basically involved a woman hitting a car with a sledge hammer. 
I don’t know which was worse that the artist thought what she was doing was interesting or that SAM decided to display it.
Looking for some peace and quiet I turned the corner and found Theaster Gates’ “The Listening Room”
A thousand vinyl records from an used record store in Chicago…
And a record player to listen to them on. 
I sat down and for the next hour was transported away. To dances I had attended in high school, to clubs where I had celebrated the hedonism of being young, to long drives through the California night. 
It took me back.

Walking around Seattle this weekend I stumbled into the Seattle Art Museum and saw the worst piece of art I have ever seen. This pretentious carp was called ‘After the Martini Shot” and it basically involved a woman hitting a car with a sledge hammer. 

I don’t know which was worse that the artist thought what she was doing was interesting or that SAM decided to display it.

Looking for some peace and quiet I turned the corner and found Theaster Gates’ “The Listening Room”

A thousand vinyl records from an used record store in Chicago…

And a record player to listen to them on. 

I sat down and for the next hour was transported away. To dances I had attended in high school, to clubs where I had celebrated the hedonism of being young, to long drives through the California night. 

It took me back.