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Margaret Holub's avatar

Hey Bob — I love this post and love this question. Music has always been a bit peripheral in my life — a sometimes pleasure, often connected with social experiences. Which makes me think about artistic memory. I have a narrative memory of books that have electrified me, foods I’ve tasted that have rocked my world. Visual art too, though that’s a more recent story. But not music so much: I remember scenes of my musical life (my dad playing Italian opera for me when I was a tiny tyke and quizzing me about the arias and singers, dancing around the Catholic Worker house to Springsteen at the wedding of two community members, an epic Gogol Bordello concert…). Lots of music that has brought delight, but more as a soundtrack than as an experience in itself. What you describe here seems like a whole different kind of encountering music. Food — notes — for thought!

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A couple for me...Bjork Vespertine a friend told me about her early works, which I thought were awful. But Vespertine has an aural smorgasbord that I found irrisistable! The other is Robert Wyatt's Rick Bottom. Weird, wonderful music that I love to this day. Mike Oldfield's guest appearance on the last track features some amazing "stop-go" guitar!

Very interesting column!!

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