Okay, okay, I'm not perfect.  If you went to last night's Acousmatic Concert at the Grant Recital Hall and you hated the "concert," you aren't alone, and I sincerely apologize.  I'm sure for some people, listening to random noise counts as a concert, but for me, this equaled a snooze fest.  I'm sorry sound artists, but this just ain't my style.

Here's what I wrote about Mei-Ling Ping's first piece:

"It's eerie.  The sound swishes around the auditorium punctuated by dark marching beats.  It kind of reminds me or laundry day after smoking a jay -- without the awesome laundry smell or the tantalizing machine vibrations.

"How many people will fall asleep during this concert?  At least 1 person will be snoozing by the end of it all, likely the old dude in the pink hat who insisted that the gal working the door guess how many medications he took daily.  She guessed one.  Behind them, I guessed 6, and at last count, I was right, but the doors opened and we went inside before he finished.

"Two people ran for the door after the first piece, practically knocking over another person in their haste to escape.  "Oh no," I whispered to my super fine boyfriend, because I suspected we'd be next."

After a series of written notes, we jumped to our feet as a man in the row behind us stood up.  I made my way outside with the guy while my man used the facilities, and the guy said, "This sure is great, huh?"  

"Uhhh," I said, unable to think of a witty remark.  I'd felt sure we'd commiserate about how much the "concert" sucked, so this remark was an unexpected twist.

"You don't like it?" he asked.

"Um," I said.  "It's not my style.  No, I don't like it."

I was thankful when my man came outside, because I was able to avoid answering "because it's a bunch of garbage art noise crap!" to the question "Why don't you like it?"  We beat a hasty retreat, and prided ourselves on at least giving it a try.