{"id":2546,"date":"2012-11-03T09:41:57","date_gmt":"2012-11-03T13:41:57","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.westwoodvalley.com\/?p=2546"},"modified":"2012-11-03T09:41:57","modified_gmt":"2012-11-03T13:41:57","slug":"my-musical-evolution-part-313-roach-days-revisited-tubular-bells","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/wrharrison.com\/musicalevolution\/2012\/11\/03\/my-musical-evolution-part-313-roach-days-revisited-tubular-bells\/","title":{"rendered":"My Musical Evolution – Part 313 Roach Days Revisited Tubular Bells"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"Mike<\/a>In January of 1988\u00a0Aric, Kris and I moved in to Stately Roach Manor<\/em> on US Highway 30, just west of New Haven. Like everything else, that place has changed. When we lived there. It was a big green lot covered in grass and trees featuring about half a dozen huge spruces. Today, it is a real estate office and the entire property has been covered in concrete.<\/p>\n

There were some mysterious things happening there. One day, while exploring the backyard which extended for some distance\u00a0to where the smooth lawn dissolved into a tangled bramble that would make Baba Yaga cringe,\u00a0Mary and I discovered a tombstone. It was negelected and covered in\u00a0years of growth. We also heard the sound of digging coming from the basement one evening.<\/p>\n

Musically, the days of blasting tunes all day long were gone. We all seemed to have grown up<\/em> a little. We were\u00a0all working more and partying less. I was living in\u00a0what seemed like an awesome little mansion yet I was hardly ever\u00a0there. I wanted to spend every minute with Mary and she lived out a half an hour away on the west side of Fort Wayne.<\/p>\n

When I did\u00a0listen to music, I found myself playing classical mostly. My collection of classical CD’s had grown exponentially and while the anchor points remained Bach and Mozart, I was exploring Beethoven, Chopin, Mussorgsky, Tchaikovsky and more.\u00a0 I was on the brink of 23 and found classical music was a nice change from what I had been listening to and what was on the radio all day at work. It was\u00a0a mental shift in My Musical Evolution <\/em>that I was not conscious if at the time but it has stuck with me to this day.\u00a0 There are certain types of music, mostly instrumental, that help me to focus on whatever duties of the mind are at hand. Mike Oldfield<\/em> and his Tubular Bells <\/em>album fit into that paradigm perfectly.<\/p>\n

Memory is a puzzle and often some of the pieces are missing. I can\u00a0remember the day that I bought Tubular Bells<\/em> at Wodden Nickel. I know that at the time, it was just music from\u00a0The Exorcist<\/em> to me.\u00a0 I remembered that back in the College Intermission<\/em> era, a guy named Jim had the album. That was how I knew it was called Tubular Bells <\/em> and not The Exorcist.<\/em>\u00a0 I think the catalyst in this was that Mike Oldfields The Killing Fields<\/em> album was receiving some attention at that time. I can’t say for certain but I can imagine seeing that right next to Tubular Bells<\/em> in the bin and\u00a0thinking “Oh, yeah, that Exorcist song”\u00a0<\/em> and buying it.\u00a0 Funny to me now that I\u00a0never think of The Exorcist<\/em> when I hear this now.<\/p>\n

Tubular\u00a0Bells <\/em>was\u00a0my first New Age <\/em>album. It would be a year before I would\u00a0even hear the term New Age\u00a0Music.\u00a0 <\/em>In early 1988, it was just a cool, soothing 2 track CD of instrumental music that was cool to do Payroll Paperwork to and I did that several times. In the wee hours of the spring of 1988, I could be found in the breakfast nook with my big Sharp adding machine running payroll and watching the sunrise to\u00a0Tubular Bells.\u00a0\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n

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Tubular Bells Part One<\/em>
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