New York City, United States
It's been a long sonic journey beginning with the end of the Beatles. My mother played the radio, dialed in at 770AM WABC. When I had a couple of bucks to buy records in 1975, I began with Captain Fantastic, soon joined by Night at The Opera, Agents of Fortune, Toys in the Attic, aided and abetted by the accidental LP left at the house by an older cousin: Yes: Fragile.
Yes was the gateway drug, the band whose wide tree of influences and players alike led me in many genre and stylistic directions.
By my twenties, the daily practice sessions of a piano player neighbor began to concretize a love of Chopin and Rachmaninoff. Prokofiev's Sonata No. 7 was rhythm-heavy rock-n-roll to my ears.
In the present, where music flows in every direction, my ears crave new music of the obscure avant-garde variety, experimentations of electronics and visuals. And plenty of jazz.
