As it has turned out, I have had a reasonably long life listening to music though I don’t always really hear it.
The distinction is that I don’t always possess the quality of attention the works deserve. That said, the sounds are often so spectacular, that you can still be as shallow as a pie plate and still get certifiably gobsmacked.
Such might be the case with Moondog (aka Louis Hardin.) I will spare you his life story: the diversions about his blindness and Viking wardrobe. Hear instead the original radiance that apparently gripped him, and which time has never let go. And because on it goes with us in toe.
Another original and two covers.
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