Monday, September 29, 2003

Musical pioneer

When I’m in my apartment, I listen to a lot of recorded music. I also try to hear live music as much as I can, but too many of the things I like are made only by dead people. Keep that in mind if I ever praise your work.

When I travel, I don’t bring bulky recordings with me, but music is still important, so I find I do a lot more singing in my head. In fact, let’s face it, I often do it out loud. Then I think about my world travels as constituting a kind of “first.” Are these songs first “heard” because of me, if only by rocks and trees?

Memphis Slim in Trondheim? Laura Nyro at Machu Picchu? John Prine in Shinjuku? Jesse Fuller in the backwoods of western New York? Or, better, Dylan’s “Changing of the Guards” in good old Budapest?

I was there.

by Jack, September 29, 2003 10:15 AM | More from The Damned Human Race

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1 Comments

music posters said:

>John Prine in Shinjuku?
Jesus, your post is far beyond my imagination (I live in a place near Shinjuku)

January 25, 2004 6:40 AM

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