I have learned from you. So old and French- you roll your youth around on your tongue like a melting sweet. The greatest DIalectics are comprised of one. Music, AND its now-requisite attendant hazy philosophical aesthetic, becomes sport. Not sport in the divine definition- as in the delicate diversional beauty of thoughtful frivolity, but, rather, in the random assaults of misdirected anger that so pitifully narrow our most recent coliseum dreams.
Some people play music, after all.
Camus, invoked above, believed neither the world nor its people to be absurd , but rather found the absurdity of life manifesting in the interface between the two. Con-clusion Music exists wholly independent of judgement. A polemic is an asinine accounting of taste and discrimination, creating canons through increasingly scrupulous inclusions and appositely blunt exclusions that seek, in the haughtiest and most self-aware manner of Prometheus, to change forever the rules of what is nothing if not an unruly game, a free sport. To interface, or play, with music is not of foremost importance in understanding music, it is the ONLY thing of importance in understanding music. And we, fellow musikers , pen polemics per diem.