There are times in life when words fall away, the mind clears, and one’s sense, pure, unadulterated by the burden of language are free to simply experience. This masterpiece of Modern-American-Sports-Arena-Multimedia-Material allowed me just such a virginal purity of experience.
It’s because of this that I feel incapable of utilizing language in order to review or even describe the work in question. One could write ten thousand words on the subject only to have them washed of meaning and made useless upon a single viewing.
Realizing my limitations I concluded that the only way to properly garner opinion on the piece would be seek the impression of another. What follows is the dialogue from my request.
Me [yelling upstairs]: Hayley [my sister] I need you to watch something and give me your impression on it.
Hayley: What do I think of The Depression?
Me: Yeah what do you think of The Depression and it’s causes. An imbalance of debt to savings or what?
Hayley: What?
Me: I NEED YOU TO WATCH SOMETHING JUST GET DOWN HERE!
[She gets down here]
Me: OK, I want you to watch this and just tell me what you feel, what you think…
[I play the masterpiece]
Hayley: Is this against global warming?
Me: …
Hayley: Isn’t he like angry about it?
Me: It’s the introduction played in the arena for a Fairbanks Alaska Hockey team.
Hayley: Oh.
[She leaves]
Conclusion: the world is not fit nor deserving of such perfect art as this.
