Listen, Memory

During a recent afternoon, I found myself doubting a moment of serendipity. It came right after the day began to feel a bit sluggish, and as a result of my desire to find some new music. I have a craving for the novel and experimental and unexpected when it comes to most art—and I had decided to find a new album to complement the drink that I had just poured. Now it is pertinent to mention that Ludovico Einaudi is a pianist and composer whom I find intriguing; classically trained, yet innovative, I’ve followed his work for at least a few years, although I hadn’t—it will also be pertinent to mention—listened to his music in the last few months. So there’s no real surprise that I stumbled across his name while looking through the albums on my computer, or that I decided to see whether he had any new releases, though it was a surprise to learn that, yes, there was a new release just that very day—which was a remarkable coincidence that felt almost immediately a little suspicious.

 
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