Bananafish episode is...way beyond perfection. Goddamn, Mr Glass talks (almost) as good as he writes. Which is not good, but very very good. It is mentioned by the Noisextra folk, a few times, how Bananafish "legitimizes" noise. Mr Glass remains silent on this (or so my mindsear would perceive). As well he fucking should (as well he MOTHERFUCKING should). Apologies, but Bananafish is well beyond noise. Is well beyond sound. The magazine is, in itself, PURE ART. On the writing alone. The writing, when it is Glass, is simply far beyond almost anything written on the subject, of sound or art, then, now.
Honestly, I would nominate fucking Bananafish for a fucking Pulitzer fucking prize, if I fucking could. Fucking. Times ten. The man is that good. Incredibly inspirational and also soul-destroying, because, really, it takes actual, genuine, real writing talent to write at that level. In my dream world, Seymour Glass writes the story for all of us. The noisepervs. The bad. The ugly. Assuming we deserve it- which, is a stretch.