This is Kenny Millions : his work blew my mind last night. Genre classification is negative insofar as it assumes a single ground by which both artist and audience might began to derive meaning from the work. I was drawn to the performance via word of mouth about “some cool jazz thing”; because arts of improvisation fascinate me, I decided to go out for it.

In this case, genre classification added gravity to an experience that might have been better classified as simply “other”. Classifications and identification of qualities that inhere to any body - person, body of work, body of experience - assume staticity through time. 

This problematizes dynamism and fluidity of experience; it concretizes memory, the operations of which are, I believe, not wholly divorced from the work of a memoirist. For greater poetry to exist in memory, genre classifications should be carefully considered before applied to the work of an art maker which holds singular meaning for the art lover.