Due to my on-going struggles with bath-salts addiction, I missed this evening's performance of Terry Riley's seminal composition In C at The Goat Farm. That record changed my life.
Okay, so I was kidding about the bath-salts addiction. I probably couldn't find bath salts on a map - I don't even know if they're around any more. I actually missed the concert because I had forgotten the 7:00 pm start time, early by the rock-music standards I'm used to.
I wasn't kidding about the record's impact. I didn't get a hold of a recording of the 1964 composition until about 1975, but like most people who've heard In C, it changed my whole perception of what music was and what music could be.
I wasn't kidding about the record's impact. I didn't get a hold of a recording of the 1964 composition until about 1975, but like most people who've heard In C, it changed my whole perception of what music was and what music could be.
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