Note Perfect, part seven

I’m telling you Jack, these kids are fucking crazy. But you know, kids have always been fucking crazy. I know I was. My old man used to tell me so several times a day. And it’s not just me – going back as far as Cain and Abel, kids have always been fucking crazy. I think it may actually be the purpose of being a kid: being fucking crazy.

Here’s the thing, though: crazy isn’t the same as wrong. And you can’t let the fact that someone’s crazy prevent you from understanding that they might know something we do not. Sure, there are a million crazy guys scribbling away out there and calling it art, but every so often, there’s a Dali or a Picasso. Crazy isn’t the same thing as wrong, and these kids, they might be crazy to take Note Perfect, but they’re not wrong about what it does for them. We, you and me, decent, hard-working Americans, we do not know what they hear. What they see. What they experience.

I was doing a gig a college campus and a couple of months back, and so I asked the kids there to tell me about it. They said that when you’re on Note Perfect, the music talks to you, and so naturally, I ask them if it talks back. Wouldn’t you? I asked one of them if Note Perfect really was Perfect, and he said, sure, man. You wanna buy some? And I said, I heard it makes your hair fall out. And he said, so you got nothing to worry about, man. And I couldn’t argue with him about that, so he sold me some, and God help me, I took it.

I gotta tell you, I never heard music like that before. I mean, I’ve been at one of those concerts where you feel like you’ve stuck your entire body inside the amp, and you can feel the vibrations in every part of your body. It’s like that, but it’s different. I’ve heard it said that on Note Perfect you can hear deeper notes and higher ones, that you can even see the music, but that’s not it. That’s not what I’m talking about. I’m talking about something that lets you feel vibrations in your soul, man. And I gotta tell you, a guy like me, an atheist, who doesn’t believe in souls, that can get a little confusing.

The English language is inadequate to describe what it is – we need words to cover another three or four complete senses before we can even have the language we need to describe the thing. You know, something like you have your sense of gleech, and that allows you to determine whether music is sweyvilish or hostarianish, and all the finer gradations along that spectrum. That’s the kind of thing I’m talking about.

George Carlin, transcript of Vegas show, December 13th,1977.

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