Walking through the halls of T.H.E. Show, Jon Iverson and I were caught by John DeVore as we tried to cruise the halls quickly. "You've got to hear this," he gushed. "This is probably the worst sound and the best music you'll hear at the show."Cue music: A man begins to sing: As we know,
There are known knowns.
There are things we know we know.
We also know
There are known unknowns.
That is to say
We know there are some things
We do not know.
But there are also unknown unknowns,
The ones we don't know
We don't know."That sounds familiar," I said. "It's a physicist? Maybe Feynman?""Nope, that's Phil Kline's setting of a text by Donald Rumsfeld." Maybe it wasn't Mallarmé, but I found it affecting. DeVore was right—it was great music.
There are known knowns.
There are things we know we know.
We also know
There are known unknowns.
That is to say
We know there are some things
We do not know.
But there are also unknown unknowns,
The ones we don't know
We don't know."That sounds familiar," I said. "It's a physicist? Maybe Feynman?""Nope, that's Phil Kline's setting of a text by Donald Rumsfeld." Maybe it wasn't Mallarmé, but I found it affecting. DeVore was right—it was great music.
