Thursday, March 12, 2009
now I believe a little
But then they mixed it up a bit by giving time to not an ordinary American but an exceptional Englishman, Brian Eno. And his segment is so good. It's all about singing, together, with other people. And sure, I've heard about singing before, but the way he describes the experience makes it sound like such a new and good idea. Everyone should be singing together, but we won't.
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I can't think about Eno without remembering the time I first listened to his Music for Films. It was the summer after I graduated as an enthusiastic and directionless English major. I had no idea what I was going to do with my life, the next year, or the next week, so my friend Bruce and I went car camping on the beach, Whitefish Point up on Lake Superior. All I had to do was read.
We were both fascinated by the Lake Superior Shipwreck Museum just up the road, so most days we went back there, came back to read on the sand, ate something with sand in it, and then read until it got dark, when we listened to Music for Films on this tiny stereo and then out on Lake Superior the freighters sounded their deep horns. The idea of a freighter on Lake Superior still sounds so quaint to me as to be absurd, but there they were, empty for all I know, pushing through the largest freshwater lake on the power of maritime nostalgia. When they rounded the Point, we stopped reading to look up at their lights.
Anyway, that Eno record was perfect for that setting. If you've heard it, you probably know what I mean.