I Have a Nagging Suspicion It Was Tomorrow Yesterday

In my experience, artists, in the few times they’re right about stuff, always seem to be right for the wrong reasons. Their intellectual house is furnished in odd ways, which helps them to see things differently than other folks. Because the intellectual furniture is in weird places, they tend to stumble over things other people pass by without noticing.

So they figure out the what where others miss it, but the how and why totally escapes them. It’s probably because they use the same, weird logic they use to achieve their strangeness to instruct others how to be normal. The leader of World Party was right-handed, but turned a right-handed guitar upside down and played it lefthanded. Outre approaches like that lead to interesting results, but they’re not likely to be of much use at someplace mundane like the water department.

Then again, this is a downright sensible sentiment to deal with the Ship of Fools problem:

So the world might indeed end tomorrow. But Ship of Fools was recorded in 1986, and it hasn’t yet. Its composer Karl Edmond De Vere Wallinger died last March.

It reminds me of something an economist once said. “The market can remain irrational longer than you can remain solvent.”