One one full Basket

I am a fan of BBC Radio 4 on line. In fact, since I started listening to BBC Radio 4 I have hardly turned on my television, and I have been having a tug-of-war with my will. One part of me is telling me to take out the bloody cable altogether and another part of my will is telling me to keep the basic channels, not for myself but incase I have visitors. I have decided, at least for the time being, to let the cable remain.
 While listening this morning there was a program about one-man-bands across the globe. I heard music that would never have seen the light of day in my country. There were one-man-bands comprising (according to the description, since it is not TV) of musicians whose instruments were tied to their feet, elbows and shins, and their voices were not what we, in this part of the world, would call "pretty" either.
In the recent past I have had such a broadening of the mind that has made me so much more tolerant of such a wider variety of presentations of talent, that I feel like I have entered a haven of exotic artistic fares. Carifesta this year was my mind-arts-expansion surgery, and now this that I heard on BBC Radio 4 in relation to the arts. I know people in St. Kitts who would have upset stomachs if  locals were performing in any such manner using methods employed by some groups that made it to Carifesta this year, and persons in St.Kitts who would not be caught dead at a concert of one-man-bands of the nature that greeted my ears very early this morning. I call such persons intellectual snobs accustomed to very little, living in cocoons of limited anticipation, suffering the  fate of dried souls as shriveled up as bleached prunes. Of course people are free to like what they like and hate what they hate, but such people must not be the voice of authority on what is or is not art. They should remain silent in their little pretty corners with their versions of what is beautiful music, or dance, or theatre, or anything. This is why I admire young people who push barriers. Their dance, ideas and music make the snob-class turn its head or remain at home.
They are usually the ones with the money, and so they believe they should have everything else including the final say on what acceptable art is.
 Another thing I learned is to be just as comfortable with small audiences as I would be with large ones, and stop assessing success by numbers of persons attending any single event. I have learned too, to assess the reach by the number of persons who would have been touched by the activity throughout the year or years, instead of whether or not there were more than five persons in attendance on any given occasion.