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I thought it neccessary to bring to peoples attention the hidden dangers of blindly walking into an exhibition through brightly coloured fly tape. Now theres never a convenient time to witness the spectacle of maurauding children and middle aged couples reliving their youth amongst brightly coloured lights. This however was the scene which confronted me on entering a "sculpture" exhibition being held at the Tate Liverpool gallery. This bizare experience was brought about by the array of headphone sets made available to people, playing a variety of music which could be adjusted by the user. Having been given no explanation when picking up the headphones, on discovering their true purpose i was left feeling somewhat obligated to partake*. The implication seemed to be that in order to fully appreciate this experience a degree of dignity must be sacrificed through the act of dancing to music on a colourful stage. An experience made all the more irreverent by the prescence of classical sculpture. In the second of these two points i could possibley have struck upon the one redeeming feature of the whole thing. As an idea in its own right i have my reservations. When taken at face value it appeared to be nothing more than daft gimmick being used as a device to perpetuate the acceptance of the decline of verbal communication. On further reflection i still cant get much beyond the novelty aspect of it but seek refuge in the whimsical juxtoposition of classical sculpture and Disco Lights. So in conclusion there probably is something to be said for being easily pleased.


*(declined on the grounds that i was there under false pretences.)