Are They Saying Goodbye (Live)
Sure, the operating system upgrade of my trusty iMac, despite the torrent of curses that come out in droves every time it doesn't do something the way it used to, also brings me some surprising satisfaction.
Oh yes; because even though I am fundamentally a progressive, as I age, changes start to annoy me, and having to re-learn certain things that I was used to doing in THAT way is one of those things that irritate me more than they should.
But when from its forgotten nooks and crannies my old Mac pulls out, for example, records like this one, senility gives way to that childish Sense of Wonder that should never be lost.
This, I remembered, was the first album I bought (yes, you heard that right: BOUGHT, meaning paid for out of my own pocket) from the then Apple Music Store, which was called iTunes.
The reason for this first digital purchase was the cover, because I knew absolutely nothing about Ane: it was pure compulsion.
Well, by chance or design - as we say in my area - I hit the jackpot!
Today, just like back then, the opening of this first piece makes me dream, carries me away to who knows what distant and wonderful places.
And that voice, those almost minimalist arrangements, those strings, that nearly perfect recording are proof that sometimes it's the things that, simply, seek you out.
And sometimes you just don't see them.
Ah: perhaps I had already posted something of hers here, but it had been years since I last listened to the album.
It must be the wear and tear of modern life - as the good @[withor] will surely think - that made me forget it. Meow.
Sure, the operating system upgrade of my trusty iMac, despite the torrent of curses that come out in droves every time it doesn't do something the way it used to, also brings me some surprising satisfaction.
Oh yes; because even though I am fundamentally a progressive, as I age, changes start to annoy me, and having to re-learn certain things that I was used to doing in THAT way is one of those things that irritate me more than they should.
But when from its forgotten nooks and crannies my old Mac pulls out, for example, records like this one, senility gives way to that childish Sense of Wonder that should never be lost.
This, I remembered, was the first album I bought (yes, you heard that right: BOUGHT, meaning paid for out of my own pocket) from the then Apple Music Store, which was called iTunes.
The reason for this first digital purchase was the cover, because I knew absolutely nothing about Ane: it was pure compulsion.
Well, by chance or design - as we say in my area - I hit the jackpot!
Today, just like back then, the opening of this first piece makes me dream, carries me away to who knows what distant and wonderful places.
And that voice, those almost minimalist arrangements, those strings, that nearly perfect recording are proof that sometimes it's the things that, simply, seek you out.
And sometimes you just don't see them.
Ah: perhaps I had already posted something of hers here, but it had been years since I last listened to the album.
It must be the wear and tear of modern life - as the good @[withor] will surely think - that made me forget it. Meow.
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