A nostalgic version of Gershiwn's 'Summertime' begins this piece. I am only 29, so nostalgia for me means remembering the old movies and programs I grew up watching on television, or the Old Time Radio plays I grew up listening to. They were often accompanied by an organ much like the one Mark plays, taking me to a world of black and white reality. The music cues signalled suspension of disbilief, and the black and white allowed me to put my own colors.
Not unlike this fine piece, where it gave me enough details to 'see' Mark's recreation of the Music Box in his garage.
Review of Music Box Man
Emon Hassan
Posted on September 12, 2005 at 11:58 AM
A nostalgic version of Gershiwn's 'Summertime' begins this piece. I am only 29, so nostalgia for me means remembering the old movies and programs I grew up watching on television, or the Old Time Radio plays I grew up listening to. They were often accompanied by an organ much like the one Mark plays, taking me to a world of black and white reality. The music cues signalled suspension of disbilief, and the black and white allowed me to put my own colors.
Not unlike this fine piece, where it gave me enough details to 'see' Mark's recreation of the Music Box in his garage.