The Greatest Composer You’ve Never Heard Of

A dramatic recreation in 5 acts to commemorate the birth of the Muse.


12 Responses to “The Greatest Composer You’ve Never Heard Of”

  1. Bestest post ever! Brilliant concept. Appropriately self-referential — the Muse is all about the Muse.

    Who are these people? In what Olympian cyberspace continuum is this lofty philosophical symposium taking place? Are they all on Valium?

    I think we need to explore this fear of oboes in greater depth. If Dr. Phil is still lurking, perhaps she could lend a hand.

  2. Thanks! I quite enjoyed making this. I like the fact that there is now an accessible, virtual animation world in which all of us can come together to meet and have a discussion. We used to hang out together in the real world, then the Muse helped us keep having a text conversation as the various conditions of our individual lives trended towards isolation and separation from each other in the real world. Now, we can continue to be isolated, but our animated avatars can interact in a virtual space as if we were actually partying together.

    Plus I enjoy the aspect of muse conversations that is similar to the “novel” process we developed in high school. I’ve always hoped to find a way to continue that tradition.

  3. corndoggie Says:

    So what are the round-robin Cave lyrics, chopped liver?

  4. Nope… they are part of the continuation and evolution of the process, of course! But that scene ‘aint been happenin’ either, as you may have noticed. In our isolation we are evolving and adapting to various forms of cyber socializing.

  5. corndoggie Says:

    I have an unopened bottle of quality tequila marked “Cave”.

  6. Well, let’s see if the 3rd eye is open to it and proceed.

  7. I’m in for the tequila and I will sing, but frankly singing bout hiney spankin’ is not as satisfying as it might sound.

  8. Word.

  9. corndoggie Says:

    Well, BK, have you tried it? Or are you just speaking through your hat?

    Anyway, The We Want to Spank Your Hiney, Girls Boys are long since retired and living in a group home. You can arrange with their caretakers to visit and jam.

  10. Dr. Phil Says:

    The fear of oboes or oboephobia is often but not always related in origin to the much more common melophobia (sometimes referred to as ligyrophobia) the fear of music. Melophobia can present as a result of the subject relating certain types of music to traumatic events in their past or to a more generalized fear of music building to loud disturbing crescendos much like watching a balloon being blown up knowing that the eventual result will be a frightening pop. Oboephobia is less common that the related syndrome, Aulophobia, the fear of flutes. Oboephobia was first observed in a young Lithuanian woman who ran screaming from the Vilnius Philharmonic’s performance of Arturas Bumsteinus’s “12th Concerto for Oboe” and flung herself into the icey Nemunas River. Further investigation revealed that she had been emotionally abused by a former neighbor who she had fallen in love with and who commited suicide directly after playing a particularly heart rending oboe piece. Whenever she heard the oboe she vividly recalled the horror of finding her lover protruding from the oven door still clutching his instrument. The subject was able to lead a relatively normal life by simply avoiding oboe music but still suffers occasional “close calls”.
    I hope this helps and you boys play nice.
    Dr. Phil

  11. boatdog Says:

    Heeee’s Baaaack.

  12. Fantastic news! This video has been flagged by YouTube because it may include content that is owned or administered by others. !

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