Music was not part of me growing up in rural New Zealand. No F.M. at that time and the A.M. signal was blocked by rolling hills and valleys of my childhood. It wasn't until I went to boarding school at 15. Music was part of that place as much as the cement bricks seventeen layers of paint, immersion.
It was the late 20th century - theme - black american popular music. I began to sense another dimension being revealed.
Then came sonic revelation.
So different from the R&B that ebbed and flowed all around me. But the sound resonating within New Traditionalists emotionally impacted my soul, a sonic awakening.
The Walk - The Cure.
Power Corruption and Lies - New Order.
Upstairs at Eric's - Yazoo.
Sweet Dreams Are Made of These - Eurithmics.
Travel Log - Human League.
Penthouse and Pavement - Heaven 17.
Dazzel Ships - OMD.
My music tastes have remained narrow, but the emotional strength of what I like is still strong. Music makes living a better place.