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Date: 10 January 2006 11:05:13
I discovered music.
As I will mention elsewhere, I did a lot of travelling when I was a kid, so before long it seemed natural to have a walkman to accompany me. Funnily I don't recall being interested in music before then, but after I'd got it (one of the handful of presents from my parents that actually was what I wanted) music started to take over my life. My tastes were not what one would exactly call good, and not the sort of thing one would talk about in public for fear of contravening obscenity legislation, but it meant a lot to me.
Music became one of the two touchstones of my life (the other was the discovery of my real home, which I'll write about another time). My musical tastes grew and varied and, most would say, improved. But the importance remained - a life without music would be something I couldn't imagine. When I moved to a different country the first thing I did was to buy a ghetto blaster. When my girlfriend visited, I asked her to bring out a guitar that I hadn't been able to take with me.
If I were to finish the story, I would tell of how this love affair with music withered and is now on life support (CPR is currently being administered by Arcade Fire and King Creosote). But that would end things on a sour note, and I've already been told that this blog is too depressing. So instead I'll just dwell on how important it was to me, and how many good things came about because of it. (Although I never had the experiences that led Lemmy to claim that learning to play the guitar is a good way of attracting the opposite sex. Perhaps there are some other ingredients I'm missing....)