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Last week I went on a short road trip to see reunited 80s bands Berlin, OMD, and the B52s with my Lofi Sofias bandmates Jessica and Gina. It was great to experience the ritual of much-loved music from my teen years with these amazing women.
I admit, I’m afraid I talked way too much – get me in a car and there is something about wheels rolling that opens me up to confess all sorts of things. I had a vulnerability hangover the next day. I hope they still like me!!
One of the things we talked about was sexuality – of course! I confessed that my first recognizable and memorable sexual stirrings as a kid were while watching 1960s vampire movies (heaving chests with breasts pouring out of corsets and uncontrolled desire got me – no wonder I was a goth in high school) and sneaking listens to David Bowie albums from my friend Michelle’s mother’s record collection.
Music has always made me feel bigger than myself. Sound is like a sea that I dive into and release my idea of self, where I can become anyone or anything – man or woman, tree, whale, bird, the moon. My sea of music of warm, safe, and expansive.
I wrote about my early transcendental experience of music in Unbleached Mottled Memory.