I’m approaching 100 albums sampled, absorbed and judged this year. Any effect? Good or bad? In truth I haven’t stopped long enough to make sense of this regular activity, but occasionally, just occasionally, I find myself swept up by the day’s listening, lost in a world of music.
At age 15, Led Zeppelin released Led Zeppelin III. I can still feel the passion that this maelstrom of sound released in me. I recall whistling the magnificent “Immigrants Song” on a train, heading home from school. A man approached me: “It’s wonderful to see someone so happy but please, please, no more whistling so tunelessly!” Ha!
Will this Big Year allow me to recapture that innocent wonderment? So far it hasn’t but I remain hopeful . . .