Six years ago, I started my album review of Kanye’s (sorry, Ye’s) Jesus is King with the line “I love Kanye. I love the old Kanye. I love the new Kanye”. Well, who would’ve thought that six years later we would be where we are now with the maverick artist? Unfortunately, Ye is just one of a litany of musicians afflicted, and often unsupported, with mental illness.
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I might not have a great memory regarding subjects like anatomy, but in the instances where I have irked my friends it is razor sharp. After acknowledging a particular band a friend liked (I think it was Simple Plan), I added that I used to listen to them in high school. Her resulting sigh and response was not what I expected. I didn’t mean it in a pretentious way. I just associate music with different times- a product of living with a song always in my head. So what songs and albums have been a part of my soundtrack?
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My earliest recollections of music are from roughly when I was 4 years old. I was sitting down, leafing through my Dad’s vinyl collection. The soothing, melodic harmonies of George Harrison’s guitar from Here Comes the Sun break the ambience…too pretentious? Ok fair enough. Please keep on reading…
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