Ce n'est pas un concert review

I'm always glad to see an Oulipian incursion into the mainstream media, so I was amused to read this review by Bernard Holland in today's New York Times, in which he says provocative things about the heyday and waning reputations of George Crumb and Krzysztof Penderecki. Here's the thing: I had to read the review twice to figure out that there was no actual Penderecki on the concert—it was an all-Crumb affair. Toying with the technical structure of a music review to create a vague and disorienting sense of the modern world's alienation—I like it! (I actually did like it—the connection between Crumb and Penderecki is an interesting one, and one I've not really pondered.)