Translating music director and critic Chasin's hyper-euphuistic rhetoric into plain English yields the following observations on the current music scene: avant garde classical music is academic and sterile; rock (""that infinitely aleatory, ecstatic potpourri, this psykaleidoscope of collision"") is where it's at; the so-called ""cultural explosion"" is a myth. On the other hand the university scene is beginning to loosen up a little and rock may have reached its own dead end. Under advice to young musicians: Though there are fewer jobs than ever, a really talented and well-trained instrumentalist will be able to find a niche; whatever you have hear, there is no racial discrimination in the New York Philharmonic or elsewhere; competitions have replaced the New York debut but are in no way an automatic guarantee of professional establishment. Music students blessed with a tin ear for prose may be able to find a few more vagrant scraps of information here -- on managers, declining concert audiences, the futility of working for a Ph.D. in music, etc. Chasins professes to impart the ""blunt cool"" but it's been said often enough before (more concisely by Alan Rich in Careers and Opportunities in Music  and in his New York magazine columns) that American music is in a bad way.