Music, memory, and the Reminiscence Project in Northern Ireland

There are always stacks of CDs coming and going around my desk. Up on the shelf over to left, though, is one that has been in place for a good few years now. Not a fancy looking one: it is a plain CDR with the words ‘new music’ written across it in marker.

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One very snowy night I’d gone up to Massachusetts to see a good friend play a concert. We’d been talking back and forth through e-mail and in person for a year or so about her next record. It was done. “In a few weeks I’ll have finished copies, with packaging and liner notes,” she said as we talked before the gig. “Would you rather wait and have me send you a copy then? or shall I make one now from my computer?”