Therapy *was* called for after seeing what was indeed an "unforgettable" performance. Believe me I have Tried to forget it. Thankfully the decades have at least blunted the edge of the wholly tramatic experience.

It was the equivilant of listening to a Bach chorale performed by a combination of tone-deaf chimpanzees and tortured dogs.

It was the equivilant of a gastronome being forced to eat at McDonalds; the entire collection of paintings at the louvre being coated in whitewash. It was a desecretion.