![]() It mostly didn’t occur to me to venture outside of the West, because nothing in Young Marble Giants’ bare bones guitar pop or Harold Budd’s chilly piano mist ever offered me a convenient foothold. ![]() ![]() There followed a few frenzied years of CD ripping, torrenting, and downloading off of album-sharing blogs, until leapfrogging from one set of aesthetics the next area of understanding became like clearing levels on a video game. I started with what was easily proximal (early aughts indie rock, mostly) and learned my way back from there. At the time, I saw music in tidy, discrete categories: genres, periods, countries, scenes, and subcultures were clean brackets that made the whole of human sound more navigable. As a teenager, I figured out that I wanted to be a serious music listener and set about learning everything I thought would help me get there.
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