reflection for picasso

     On thursday while the class was reading outside I had a strange moment of deja vu.  It hit me when Freddy and Germaine were arguing about wether Germaine’s romanticism was Neo or Post.  I was immediately taken back to being 18 and sitting outside the venues my old band use to play.  My band mates and I would sit outside with random kids from the music scene arguing about what genre certain bands fit into and which genre is best.  The conversations would usually go something like this “No man, even though The Faceless does have breakdowns on occasion they aren’t death core.  I would classify them more as progressive tech death.”  The amount of sub genres in the Metal/Hardcore scene has gotten so ridiculous that a lot of musicians, including my bandmates and I, have adopted the idea that music is music and there is no point categorizing it.  Now whenever I hear people arguing about music I just can just laugh it off.  All they are trying to do is prove to whoever they are arguing with that they know more about music, but hearing it from the perspective of a bystander they just sound pretentious and for lack of a better term douchey.  I think Steve Martin wrote this segment into the play in order to convey this same observation.  I think it would be fair to assume that if the audience was presented with two paintings and asked to identify which one was Post and which was Neo, a majority would not know.  Since the audience has no real idea of what Germaine and Freddy are arguing about, they laugh at the same vibe of pretentious doucheyness that I see constantly in the music scene.