for the love of sound

I started to cry, begging my father to keep looking when we got home.  The store at Disneyland did not have a video of the Main Street Electrical Parade.  I was devastated.

I had fallen in love for the very first time and the object of my affection was a bright and bubbly kaleidoscope of tones that sounded frankly, ridiculous. Listening to this music filled me with such wonder and overwhelming joy that the very idea that I might never again have this incredible aural experience was enough to send me into an earth-shattering panic.  Alas, there was no hope. He couldn't find a copy. 

Over time I moved past the pain and continued on with my life.  It wasn't until 15 years later that I remembered that long lost love and with a little research discovered its origin: an (effectively) experimental pop track from the very first release produced with Moog Synthesizers called Baroque Hoedown by Perry-Kingsley.

Although it has manifested in many different ways throughout my life, sound has enthralled me with an ardor akin to the most intense romances of my life.  It's that much more fitting that we chose Baroque Hoedown as the recessional music at our wedding.  Much like in a new romantic relationship, I am compelled to share my love as broadly as I can and, with any luck, inspire even a taste of that same passion in others.

I can't predict where my journey to share this passion will go; this blog may not even last a year. Whatever I do though, know that it's all for the love of sound.