I was listening to an interview with a pulitzer prize winning music critic Tim Page who has aspergers syndrome (a form of autism). He was talking about how music spoke to him in a way the confusion of people and the world didn't. I sometimes feel like that. He talked about his first written criticism of a piece by Steven Reich where he talked about the enjoyment of the music was not the start and the end....but the journey. I like that. It's pissing with rain in SF and somehow the fluidity of Reich seems perfect for the dull days.....
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