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MY BAD TASTE

Wigmore Hall doesn't usually open its doors to jazz musicians, but the august establishment made an exception last week for the pianist Brad Mehldau. Unfortunately, I belong to the tiny minority who find his music absolutely tedious (I think Terry Teachout feels much the same way - sorry I can't find the precise link). So, all in all, it was quite a painful reviewing experience for me. Just about everyone else in the auditorium was in seventh heaven, of course.

It's a strange feeling to be so out of step. I have the same experience whenever I'm exposed to:

Keith Jarrett
David Hare
Almost anything by Pedro Almodovar
Ricky Gervais (All right, The Office is mildly amusing, but it ain't Larry Sanders)

The king of them all, I have to say, is The English Patient. On which subject, I turn into Elaine from Seinfeld: "I can't do this any more. I can't. It's too loong. Quit telling your stupid story, about the stupid desert, and just die already! Die!!"

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