Music Poll (Part II)--south jersey note

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> just a note--Patti Smith is a South Jersey girl who grew

 

up in a development about .1/2K from where i am sitting now--and a

couple of years ago

she bought a good size bit of land, house, and "Hoedown Hall" from a

widow of

my acquaintance across the street from said development--she has some

kind of

altruistic plans for it i believe

might also note that the two greatest saints in American history

IMHO(not canonized

as they weren't catholic) are John Woolman of Mt. Holly and Rancocas in

Burlington

county and Peace Pilgrim who grew up and lived until she was a young

adult in Egg Harbor

Township in Atlantic County--both of South Jersey!

south jersey nora

ps and our beloved jerry the K is from north jersey....

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> K-fired.. the results became an addition to the K-list cybrary.. David

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> Bowie, Kate Bush and Hildegaard von Bingen are among my favorites

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> I have a few music stories, not too surprisingly, in my career was

> as a musician and record producer, ...

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> When I was five I would go to sleep listening to my father playing

> the piano. It was one of my favorite times. One day, a 16 year old

> neighbor,

> was over at our house for some reason or another and my father asked

> him

> to play as he was reputed to be very good. I crawled under the

> piano

> and sat there

> utterly transfigured by some "Sturm und Drang" piece that he was

> thundering

> out above my head. It felt like the piano was cracking and exploding

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> thunder during a summer storm. I couldn't think at all and was utterly

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> outside myself. It was the most thrilling experience of my then young

> life

> and it utterly changed me. I was taking piano lessons within the week,

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> was consumed for the rest of my childhood and teen years with

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> to and playing music.

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> My life turned inside out that afternoon, and I was put on a track

> that my family came to utterly regret. But that's another

> story.

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> I wanted to mention a musical one

> similar to yours.

> I was the same age as you were under your father's

> piano,

> when my dad took me to a football game. We were making our way

> through the crowd underneath the huge concrete stadium seats when the

> marching band came through. My dad put me up on his

> shoulders so

> I could see. The hugeness of the bass drums reverberating under

> those bleachers was beyond anything I could imagine. Each beat was

> permeating my entire being. It kind of short-circuited my

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> capacity to think or understand anything and all there was, was this

> hugeness, beating its rhythm, filling my whole body and

> consciousness.

> I know you can relate. And like you, my passion for

> music

> since that day has never ceased.

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> It is so amazing to share these stories with you

> (all). I

> have never told anyone that last one.

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