So far i am enjoying Lopezs' The Soloist. I like the style of writting it is obviously a modern feel, which is pretty different from the books and writtings we have been reading this year. I also enjoy that in September we were reading the works of Puritains and we have kind of made our way through many different eras and styles of writing. It keeps my short attention span entertained.
Getting back on topic, the first thing I would like to point out is Lopezs' very down to Earth way of writting. This whole thing started as a coloumn story and evolvd into what it is today. In our class discussion Steve Fox pointed that it is almost like Lopez is right with you, telling you the story. Good call man!
So Ayers is a middle aged homeless black guy who busks Skid Row with a two string violin. The first thing that poped in my mind was how common this is. How many street musicians do we come across everyday? If your commute is anything like mine the answer is... a lot. This really makes you appretiate that everyone has a story. You never know who might have attended Julliard or other interesting things. On the other hand you never know who's a paranoid schziophreniac so don't talk to strangers!
If I were Lopez I probly would not have approached Ayers for a story. He is very "prying" into Ayers life and I understand that it's his job but it's kind of creepy. He finds out so much about the life of a complete starnger and we even learn that Ayers once thretened his life and accused him of trying to institutionalze him. What inspires Lopez to get involved with Ayers is still unclear to me. What makes him feel so compeled to be in this man's buisness? I am interested to see this rogress and blog about it next week.
when reading this please comment on the organization and flow as well as content and cohesivness.
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I know you asked for very specific ways of responding to your post, but I want to share a brief story that your post brought to mind. My family has traditionally been full of musicians, and I remember very clearly this one incident that occurred when I was younger and I walking through Central Park with my uncle, who is a jazz pianist and music teacher. There are a number of musicians who play for tips in Central Park, and as we made our way through the park, I noticed my uncle being unusually generous to a few of these guys and asked him about it. (My uncle is usually a pretty cheap guy, so him giving money away was a rare occurrence.) I remember he told me that he always gives to street musicians because he knows that if he hadn't gotten into education or some other more 'stable' form of employment, he might have ended up playing on the street. I know so many musicians for whom that is the case and that image of creativity juxtaposed with poverty has stuck with me over the years.
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ReplyDeleteI loved your ideas and thoughts in this blog. When you said, "This really makes you appretiate that everyone has a story," It really is true. Dont judge a book by its cover because you never really know all of who they are. Everyone has a story and Ayers' happens to be a very interesting one. As for the content of your blog, I spotted out a few spelling and grammar mistakes. I know you could easily fix them so that shouldent be a problem. All in all, good job GiGi!
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