. . . school music teacher for many years, that was long before my time, so the Owl music teacher in MELODY sort of fills me in as to what a pathetic, thankless task such a position must be. Instead of teaching young tykes useful tasks, such as how to build computers or even how to improve their game performance by a percentage point or two, these archaic academics are stuck instructing the dead language of musical notes. Just as it would be incredibly backward to spend years mentoring someone to become anything other than a house painter now that elephants, apes, the limbless, the sightless and especially tiny computers are churning out more profitable drawings than the collected lifetime sales receipts of Van Gogh, how are you going to train someone to be the next Bach or Beethoven when an upgraded easy-bake oven can cook up fugues and symphonies to go with your donuts?
Review of Melody
Melody
(1953)
Though my paternal grandmother was an elementary . . .
2 November 2021
Warning: Spoilers