I used to listen to music. Technically I still do, but not like I used to. These days mostly it’s to get through public transit commutes when fatigue hits or overwhelm looms or shutdown threatens. Sometimes I remember an artist I listened to in the past but haven’t for years or decades. The latest: Brenda Kahn, whose Goldfish Don’t Talk Back and Epiphany in Brooklyn are the albums I knew, and owned, and are what I’ve been listening to again lately. (I don’t remember which tour I would have seen her for, I think somewhere in Albany, NY.) I’m afraid to listen to anything she’s recorded since then, which is typical when I rediscover music that was around for previous incarnation of me.
Mental Health Music Nostalgia Pop Culture