"You see, they need to hear this stuff," Ibold said. It made no sense. Why would Sonic Youth need to hear my thoughts about their music? Didn't they already know how special they were? And now I wonder if this was some sort of foreshadowinga small hint that everything wasn't as it seemed. Like a child of divorced parents, now I wonder if the breakup was my fault. Could I have said or done something to keep the band together? If only I hadn't been so shy, intimidated, selfish. But that's silly. I miss Sonic Youth. And that's strange because their albums exist, these videos exist, my memories existif not quite accurately, only enhanced by time. What is it about the live performance that defies every recorded document, even those of the highest fidelity?
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