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Early Music

I had never heard of such a thing as a Mikiphone and thought it was a very clever invention. To think that the idea of bringing portability to music was implemented that long ago is fascinating.  It is not super-simple to use and takes more than pushing a button but there is a certain charm to the process of setting it up. Was reading another article about how our taste in music is created and what it means. 

..the music people listened to at an early age becomes their native home comfort music. When they grow up, that music will be part of who they are, tied in with memories and growing up. All of these powers are why music is so important to us.

For me the music I listened to at an early age had two very distinct tracks. The music I listened to at home and I want to listened to at school. My school had a public address system and the principal enjoyed Western classical music, often waltzes and marches. I was too young to know what any of it was but loved what I heard anyway. At home, my father sang Bangla and Hindi songs all the time. Both my parents loved Hindustani classical music so we had a collection of LPs that they played. It was understood that you listened to such music in reverential silence because the maestros deserved nothing less. 

I was taken to many concerts from a young age and coached heavily on proper manners. It took decades of perseverance for a very talented person to perform on stage and have a nationally or even internationally recognized name. Getting to hear them live was a great privilege and adequate respect was to be shown at all times. 

Back at school, I could horse around in the play area with my friends while Berlioz Hungarian March played in the background. We weren't being told that was bad manners or showing disrespect to those who made the music. I came to have a more casual relationship with music that was further from my culture but likeable all the same. The early habits have stayed with me and also defines how I engage with all the kinds of music I enjoy. 

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