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Scaramouche Of The Synthesizer

Brian Peter George Eno (Eno is his last name), the scaramouche of the synthesizer—in Europe they may call him an artiste, but here in roughneck America anyone who looks like this is just another one of them glit twits. Can such a blanket characterization hold true?

July 1, 1975
Frank Rose

Scaramouche Of The Synthesizer

By

Frank Rose

Brian Peter George Eno (Eno is his last name), the scaramouche of the synthesizer—in Europe they may call him an artiste, but here in roughneck America anyone who looks like this is just another one of them glit twits. Can such a blanket characterization hold true? Beneath the pancake, beneath the eye shadow and the rouge and the lip gloss, mightn’t there lurk that spark of genius which separates the two?

With a flick of the tongue, Eno asserts that there does. With many flicks of the tongue, in fact. For the secret of art is that anyone with imagination and ambition has only to assert his status and—voila! Ah artiste is born. And Eno asserts like nobody else.' Some musicians might not like to talk about their work, but Eno doesn’t share that problem.

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