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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!

Bob Gluck's avatar

Thanks, Margaret. Which books, foods, or visual art has moved you in this way?

Jp's avatar

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!!

Chuck Mitchell's avatar

Great essay. Unequivocally for me, it’s Jimi’s Third Stone From the Sun. I had heard him live at the “original” Fillmore (opening for Jefferson Airplane and Gabor Szabo) the week following his debut at Monterey. Purple Haze was playing on SF Top 40 radio. Bought the album as soon as I got home to Chicago. As a teenager, I had already immersed myself in all musics: Jazz , Folk, Pop, Classical, you name it. I was a sponge. But Third Stone … something else. It still does for me what great Art does should do above all: collapse Time. Cheers!

Bob Gluck's avatar

Chuck, thanks for writing. I think you sum it up very well (& yours is quite the example!): “Third Stone … still does for me what great Art does should do above all: collapse Time.”

cpowell's avatar

Bob,

Miles Davis' Scorched Earth band/music live in St. Louis March '75, 3 weeks after the mind bending Osaka dates ('Agharta/'Pangaea") Which I hadn't even heard at the time. Pete Cosey's 'live wire' electric guitar? WTF was THIS?

Bob Gluck's avatar

I never saw that band perform (alas!) but if what has been released is any indication, oh my. Pete was just incredible.

Sean H's avatar

For me it has to be that Beatles/Stones swath through the 60s culminating with discovering Bitches Brew ...

Bob Gluck's avatar

Could you narrow that down a bit or was it a general feeliing? I'm interested in particular in how the Beatles and Stones brought you to BItches Brew; sounds like something worth hearing about!

Sean H's avatar

Beatles (that little guitar figure in She Loves You, the tripiness of Strawberry Fields or Rain)..Stones ( my love of riffage comes from The Last Time and my overall rock ethos from the Stones) and Dylan (Rolling Stone did for me what his folk days never did for me...electric words of mysterious confetti).. these 3 were my music base. I was just a bit too young for Elvis. This of course evolved thru the Yardbirds (those freaky guitars! Over Under Sideways Down!) Jimi (need I say?😅) and Cream (the cover of Disraeli Gears! Dance the Night Away!) etc ad infinitum ... Then one night as a stoned teen I went to see Leon Russell at the Fillmore West and Miles was the opener. Man .. that was like being hit by a meteor... And the Bitches Brew tour, no less... Altered me big time

Big moments in my personal cosmogony

Bob Gluck's avatar

Thanks!

And let's hear it for Bill Graham.

Sean H's avatar

Shock moment .. tectonic plates.. watershed.. big demarcation line... All that occurred at that Miles show... To this day... After that show I started with jazz in addition to various rock configurations... I can envision you as maybe a bit formal and constrained at Juliard then running with Jimi .. that's great

Bob Gluck's avatar

I'd say I was less formal than feeling captive on a spaceship from another planet!