"I," says Composer John Cage, "am a hunter." Last week White Hunter Cage's latest quarry was on display at Manhattan's avant-garde off-Broadway theater, Circle in the Square. Even to the battle-scarred ears of the beard-and-ponytail set, it seemed one of the queerest beasts ever found in captivity.
Cage's self-styled "anarchistic situation" lasted for 30 minutes and was titled Theatre Piece. The composer himself stood in a corner with his back to the flimsy curtain. On the badminton-court-sized stage were eight performers confronting a weird assortment of props: a grand piano, a tuba, a trombone, a cluster of plastic bags hanging by a...
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