Beethoven's Trumpet (with Ear) Opus # 127, 130, 131, 132, 133, 135, John Baldessari, 2007.
Dear Earred,
Today we introduce a new program here at the Dodo; well, maybe 'program' is too big a word (I am all hopped up on this phrase from watching the Lady from Shanghai*), 'modest collection' is more accurate. The collection will be Sounds I Love. Here is the first submission!
The sound, (little imaginary drumroll of expectation here, please)...
of the paint lid being hammered back down onto the the can of paint in the hardware store.
It is a lovely, drummy liquidy bonk, bang! bonk, bang! A thick, vicous, thunk-glub.
* In the Lady from Shanghai (I recall reading somewhere, is all kinds of messed up, all kinds of pretending; Rita Hayworth in perverse blonde hair, Orson Welles in a forced brogue, etc.) our anti-hero, whom we have grown to love, is leaving the scene of the bloodied and beached sharks at the amusement park, and he says that he will be found "...innocent officially, but that's a big word - innocence. Stupid's more like it." Stupid, dear ones, is nearly always more like it.
