One of her closest friends, the inventor and cellist Melissa Zhao, had become manic in service of her latest work, an adaptation of a gigue. “Lots of people are doing it,” Melissa said, but the truth is that few people were painting a car bright pink, affixing a flag with an “8” on it as a tribute to compound time, affixing beside the flag a loudspeaker, and driving through town, alternately playing a tape of a performance and berating all within earshot to buy it or, better, come to see her next performance. And even if they were, they probably were wearing clothes.
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