Then, just before lunch, Rhodri Marsden came on stage, and started playing Vexations by Satie, which he described as the the most boring and irritating piece of music ever composed; a single short phrase of awkwardly unmemorable and dislocating piano, to be repeated 840 times, which may or may not have had something to do with breaking up with a surrealist:
It is difficult to listen to. I cracked at repitition 25 and fled into the square where I suffered some of the temporary effects people describe from listening (involuntary silence, auditory sensitivity and confusion) though thankfully none described from playing (visual hallucinations, hysteria and madness).
I photographed tulips until I felt better.
Municipal Tulips are magnificently grounding. Garish, speckled with greenfly, jutting up from bare earth or a background of cheerful bedding in complimentary colours, they have a brusque simplicity; I am flower, see me blaze.
Anyone wishing to experience the effects of Vexations firsthand can find a full length version on Youtube. I would recommend having a bunch of tulips at hand.