It’s like seeing a tapestry in the dark – there’s beauty, but there’s also a great deal of uncertainty. And I didn’t know which thread I was supposed to embody.
The music conjures images of a new person. A person who can smile, laugh, interact.
The love of any form of art is always a subjective thing. What is cool is an art form that can take you to a new level of appreciation of another art form.
I was like another brother to Jessica. She fancied my band mates more than me, so that was bit of a drag. We did share a love for one particular song, though.
The Sun God is a mystery to me. I have never heard it and I have not been able to find any recording of it anywhere.
Nimity James Theodor W. Adorno, the German philosopher, said we don’t understand music. Rather, music understands us.
Vin Maskell Geelong, 1971, Melbourne 1974 My eldest brother didn’t own many records. If my memory serves me well, the albums he listened to were by The Beatles, a rebel country songwriter, some Dylan and Clapton, a little art rock, and some English pop by a red-headed protégé of Elton John.
Carrye Harris Jaunay-Clan, France 1961 A hospital, Texas, 1981 Spring Branch, Texas 2016 I made my way to the hospital elevators, rode down to the main floor in silence. Stopped, went into the gift shop. Glanced through the paperbacks, trailed fingers across book spines, moved on to magazines, past newborn gifts, cut flowers in vases, live plants in ceramic dishes. I stopped at a display of small gift items at the back of the store.
Clare Boyd-Macrae Brunswick, Melbourne, April 2015 Bach, more than any other composer I know, makes me feel that everything will come out right in the end. Other composers were tormented souls; Bach seems to be a benign and contented family man with his 20 children, his round face and avuncular wig.