Tuesday, March 20, 2012
Tonight, Brian has presented us with a tie of riotous stripes. Muted, almost sueded violet, then suddenly textured metallic gold, like a basketweave blinging chain--but wait!--is that...yes! Yes, it is! A teensy little vein of sanguinary red runs alongside the gold! Good heavens, this cravat is a sensory overload. It's like walking into a middle school band room before the director raises his baton. All the kids are blowing into or banging onto their instruments: horns blat, flutes whistle, clarinets screech, drums ratatat and boom, and tubas honk all in a cacophanous melee of battling sound so much that you just shut down and wait for rescue.
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