There is a literary salon next to my unit, which often displays some pioneering and experimental art forms: distorted human figures, several faces, especially huge genitals... Of course, a lay person like me can't understand it. But in the blur, I have a feeling, combined with the portrait and profile of the author next to the work: these things are not creative, and all the inspiration is probably from mechanical imitation.
imitate who? ?
Joe struggled to get inspiration to bloom. He sang when he saw the girl in red, he sang when he saw the girl in blue, and he sang when he saw three girls. Struggling with CDEF tuning at home. Yes, a music creator with little talent, similar to you and me. A week later he was crushed to scum in the "Weekly" band, and the talent of the band's soul, Frank, swept him several galaxies. There's a "gentle crush" sequence that's great: Frank asks Joe to perform a piece he's most satisfied with. Under the gaze of the gods, all of Joe's barren talent and incompetence were revealed. Frank (surprisingly) encouraged him to improvise a beautiful piece of music with a thread emerging from a broken sofa, and then told Joe that everything in the world can be made into music.
The difference is that Frank can't downgrade, he can't make pop, or make it to cater to most people (the official festival starts saying Joe your music is shit).
Is Frank a freak? He can persuade the tenant who came to live alone to cry, indicating that there is no problem with his peer-to-peer communication or empathy.
A final note: Frank is of course not a vulgar person, but whether it is caused by a mental defect or born with it is unknown. What is known is that it has nothing to do with the so-called unfortunate childhood. He needs protection. He is always the creator.
Goodbye, Joe.
Goodbye, Red Square! !
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