I’m not extremely literate concerning John Cage’s theories and aesthetics, but I do admire the man. He had a cute laugh (saw it on an interview). Last night, my collaborator Allie and I created an improvisational homage to his prepared pianos and poetry. Allie, facing away from me at her piano, fiddled with the piano hammers and plucked the instrument’s innards while I flipped through a book of Cage’s poetic essays and spontaneously performed snippets of text. Allie and I responded to each other in separate languages. I don’t really know how we would write this particular score…probably something like the image on the video except I would add splatters and dribbles of neon purple paint. And glitter.