I'm reminded of a track, I was thinking it was Peter Erskine, but it could have been Bill Stewart. Forget who the headliner of the album was, but the track was a drum solo, no other instruments or composition. And it was called 'But Is It Art?' Of course
Great line in the close of 'End Zone' by Don DeLillo, where Taft tells Gary about the racial percentages of various 'white' figures in history. Euclid, according to Taft, is 'six-fifths' black. By which point in the book, you know that Taft isn't even remotely serious in reporting this mathematical impossibility about a mathematical personage.
Sixth-fifths. I guess that's a natural ratio for a footballer to come up with, someone used to giving 110%.
You wouldn’t have to be a football fan to enjoy ‘End Zone,’ by the way. There’s one chapter where it’d help, the only really extended play-by-play bit, apologized for in advance with the disclaimer that, ‘much of the appeal of sport derives from its dependence on elegant gibberish.’
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Oui, Erskine’s „Sweet Soul“ album.
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