Balafon

Lileks on the horror that is suburbia:

we drove deep into the exurbs for a little dinner gathering at her piano teacher’s house, where a brilliant young kid played flamenco guitar on the porch. Home-schooled. Arranges his own stuff; wants to go into economics. As I twittered at the time: ah the culturally destitute burbs, with the sound of an expertly strummed guitar floating over the golf course behind the house. Good thing the street wasn’t a cul-de-sac, or people might have come out with pitchforks. Stop that art there! This is the suburbs! Only grey, materialistic lives are permitted here!