Delayed Echoes: On Music and Misunderstanding
Why it took me so long to actually hear The Velvet Underground
Dear Friends,
Like all things owned by my father, who grew up desperately poor in communist Romania, his kitchen cassette player underwent decades of remediation via duct tape, his preferred panacea, even when the plastic melted. I woke Saturday mornings to Yves Duteil’s voice floating in from the kitchen and spent Sundays in Greek Orthodox mass hearing …