a journal of observations, obsessions and inspirations


vinyl record on turntable

“After silence, that which comes nearest to expressing the inexpressible is music.” — Aldous Huxley


When I was a little girl, the record player inside a wooden cabinet was one of the few adult items that I was allowed to play with. Records by Burl Ives and Tom Lehrer and Peter Paul and Mary still evoke a powerful memory. A couple years later, I went nuts over The Beatles, to my parents’ dismay.

In high school, I dutifully listened to the rock and roll of the times, and enjoyed it somewhat. But my preference then was for classical music. I still admire the skill and artistry of the performers and relish the investment of time and effort it takes, across a lifetime, to fully appreciate complex symphonies and operas.

Operas, recitals, songs. My favorite instrument is the first instrument, as Phil Perry said to me one day before a concert. The human voice communicates emotion in ways that go far beyond words or the music itself and though I like to try and describe the effect it has on us, I’ve given up trying to explain why it should be so powerful.

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