Sounds and the things that made them, like keychains jingling or maybe dragging my hand against the handrail banister slats while cha cha cha-ing up/down 3 flights of stairs. Or the slurping sound my feet made in the wet sand, or crickets and carhorns… Whatever.
We had these friends that were musicians (more Ruskie Jews) and they had this toybox full of stuff: triangles, claves, tambourines, finger cymbals, things that clacked, things that rang or jangled or whistled. That’s what/why my studio looks like now, except it overflows throughout my entire home instead of a mere chest…
The mother was as prolific artist and had her work leaning up against every avaliable space, pastels here, photographs there. Again, like my home today. The father sang and played piano. The older son (my brother’s age) played upright bass and eventually became a recording engineer very early on. Pre stereo. The younger son played piano as well, meaning I was often left to amuse myself.
I loved visiting them and consider these my first jam sessions. I was about 4.
Among the more recognizable are: Madonna, Brian Ferry, Julian Lennon, Ministry, Brian Wilson and Sam Moore from Sam and Dave I’m a “Soulman” fame. The list goes on to include dancers, poets, painters, filmakers, writers and other artists.