Returned home in the afternoon.
After the meal, Jack brought out some clowns with his guitar to entertain. The music created a tremendous atmosphere there. It was only then that I realized that he didn't really know much. The performance of the great talent who said he was going to play in the symphony orchestra did not go beyond the melodies of a few nursery rhymes and carols. He mainly tried to play Jingle Bells and Tinkle Tinkle Little Star, but that also didn't work out well. When the tune slipped he made some noises in the strings and justified it as modern notes.
"This is musical expressionism, a new musical movement."
Like the one who got hysteria, he shook hands and scratch the strings of the guitar wildly.
Some horrible tunes were generated.
"This movement will create a stormy vibe in modern music." He said with a smile.
"Very true, that storm is creating vibrations here," I said.
"Who is the originator of this movement?" Jane asked.
"You won't believe me, but I am." He said solemnly. "What's new about following existing things in the same way? Changes are renaissance. I am a radical who advocates a radical change over time in everything, not a conservative who is a traditionalist. So I created a new ism as my contribution to music."
" What does this ism mean? Tell me that too?" I asked.
"You express the things in your mind through some sounds, that's my musical expressionism, express feelings through sounds, a little hint, that's all. The rest of the work is for the listeners. They can decide what those tones or melodies mean, like in a modern abstract painting."
"That is, make some sounds and ask those who hear them what they are..? great..!"
"Yes, that's it. An independent expression. Modernity in creativity." He blinked and amused himself.
"In short, those who don't know how to play an instrument can also become musicians through this movement by showing something..?"
" Everything that creates is creation. It has no rules." He waved lightly and continued. "This formula is present in all arts. As the speed of human progress increased, it also affected the arts. Abandoning the time-consuming traditional styles, the artists found speed, vivacity, and innovation. Or cannot keep up with the fast-moving times."
"Get something done, and then give it a funny name and an interpretation? Then it will evolve into a movement or fine art. Many intellectuals among us can support and praise all this like interpreting and turning a sheep into a dog. Thus art, which is a process based on creativity, becomes a killing that anyone can do..!"
"Does it sound ironic? But these are inevitable changes brought by time." Jack said casually. He read out the change. The music was blaring.
"The horrors of hell tunes..!" I said.
"Very well," Jane commented and encouraged him.
"It's my new tune if Satan is infected with fever…"
He made a performance there making the tunes of horror and fun along with a song about Satan's love.
We also enjoyed the fun, joining the concert with laughter.
A little later Charlotte and Uncle Ben came.
Uncle is a guitarist. Jack's teacher was also uncle.
He said something about the guitar and a little bit about playing it. My mind was not interested in it. I was thinking about Jack's Satan Hunt. I was wondering if what he said was true or just a joke to pass the time. Because a small delusion that Satan's magic can remove that great fear of mathematics that has affected life has been formed in the mind.
Uncle showed us a short note for beginners to practice.
Charlotte put the guitar in my hand and told me to play it.
I was in a terrible situation, like a monkey that had caught a water snake. I attempted to escape saying that I was not feeling well, but that female wild cat didn't let me go. Finally, helpless, I put my finger on the strings. Voices fluttered there mercilessly like tin sheets blowing in the wind.
Even uncle laughed at that.
Charlotte looked at me in surprise. "How beautiful..! It is like the heavenly virgins playing the harp in Paradise...! So he is a silent genius..?"
Jane started laughing seeing her teasing me.
"This is a new note." Jack came to my rescue. "It is the sumo wrestler's dance tune. I have heard these tones in Japanese music."
"You will hear. No wonder..! The great, who can't read even a single nursery rhyme correctly even though he has been with this for so long..!" Charlotte turned to him.
There was laughter.
Charlotte took the guitar and handed it to Jane, giving me a blow on the head for playing such a beautiful tune.
I let out a sigh of relief.
Uncle was amused by all this and stood there for a while.
When he left the spot, the fight between Jack and Charlotte started. Accusations and counter-accusations flowed like wildfire. The scene calmed down when the aunt finally came and chased Jack away.
Noise in the living room has not stopped, including the strumming of the guitar. Aunt is busy talking to uncle about local affairs. I called Jack over when I felt tired. But he and Charlotte argued about the guitar. I thought about many things and went into the garden and went to a dry log. A few yellow parrots flew up from nearby. Frogs have been crying from among the cherry trees like an autumn evening.
The sound of the guitar was still coming from inside the house.
After a while, Jack came running to me.
"If she, that Satan 's friend, comes to play with me, will I let her go?" He stood before me like a winner.
"Is this said Herero Island a large island?" I asked to change the heated topic.
" Yes, it is a dark haunted land, a Satan's paradise. Isn't darkness his home? Let's tie him up from there without much difficulty."