[MD] What "moral revolution" is called for by the MOQ?

[pholden at davtv.com]

Quoting Case <Case at iSpots.com>:

> I think Platt is reflecting one of the tragedies of the modern era. In the
> world of instant communication every artist that paints is compared to the
> great masters. Every singer competes with Sinatra and Bono. 

Bono? You mean Como?

> Every writer
> with Pirsig and Robbins.

Robbins? Harold Robbins?

The rest is Case's "Declaration of Mediocrity"

> As a result we look outside of our communities for
> beauty to fail to see it manifest in our friends and neighbors because they
> are amateurs.
> 
> Platt thinks the New York Philharmonic is superior to a high school band. I
> once saw the New York Philharmonic perform. I was a band chaperone on a
> field trip to the St. Patrick's Day parade. I found the orchestra stuffy,
> the seats uncomfortable and the music put me straight to sleep. But when I
> saw those kids marched in the snow along the parade route the next day, I
> saw beauty, poetry and heard the trumpets of heaven. Caught up in the new
> and alien world, a bunch of kids from Florida, most of them were seeing snow
> for the first time. They marched through the belly of the Giant as Irish and
> people who love the Irish waved and smiled and hoisted green ale in toasts.
> 
> The only football games I have ever enjoyed were high school games where I
> knew the kids playing and was connected directly to their triumphs and
> defeats.
> 
> We claim some notion of artistic superiority for those distant professionals
> at the peak of their talent. We claim it in the name of beauty and
> aesthetics but it is nothing to pleasure of watching your children discover
> the art within them or watching your neighbors performing in Community
> Theater for the shear love of the play. 
> 
> Joni Mitchell gives us a feeling for this tragedy from the point of view of
> someone at the top of her game:
> 
> I slept last night in a good hotel; 
> I went shopping today for jewels.
> The wind rushed around in the dirty town 
> And the children let out from the schools.
> I was standing on a noisy corner, 
> Waiting for the walking green
> Across the street he stood, 
> And he played real good on his clarinet for free.
> 
> Now me, I play for fortunes and the velvet curtain calls.
> I got a black limosine and a few gentlemen escorting me to these halls.
> And I'll play if you have the money or if you're a friend to me.
> But the one-man-band by the quick lunch stand, he was playing real good for
> free.
> 
> Nobody stopped to hear him, though he played so sweet and high.
> They knew he had never been on their TV; so they passed his good music by.
> I meant to go over and ask for a song, maybe put on a harmony.
> I heard his refrain as that signal changed, 
> He was still playing real good for free


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