Makes No Sense At All captures the visions, ramblings, and memories of Chris Strouth, a Twin Cities-bred master of music, film, and everything else.
I taught college for about seven years, and yes, I also find this fact surprising. The main class I taught was, more often than not, the first class a student would take. It started as a production economics class, but really it was an introduction to the arts and entertainment industry. Every new quarter, I would start by coming in blaring the Velvet Underground's "We're Gonna Have a Real Good Time Together" and writing in large, nearly illegible lettering, "We are all idiots."
Arguably it's a bit of hard swallow to an 18-year-old on his first day of college, but then that's sort of the point. Seriously, had someone on my first day of college told me that I would screw up, and screw up often, I don't know that I would have worried about it so much. Then came a rather long explanation of what exactly my scrawling meant. Only by realizing that we know nothing can we begin to learn anything.