I was reading Blanchot while thinking about other things. My ideas about everything else started to assume a Blanchotian form. The idea popped into my head: what if Blanchot had written an essay about Buddy Rich? What paradox could he find at the core of Rich's artistic dilemma? What seems to be pure virtuosity could be seen as kind of abjectness... If I could write in French I would write this essay myself.