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I was in high school, and our orchestra had taken a trip to the University of Chicago (I think that's what it is), and as part of our day we got to listen to their orchestra rehearse - they were rehearsing Mahler's No. 1. I was transfixed, and I remember thinking, "Cool - so all those idiotic 'rules' about music are just bullshit? Good."
It was very much an opening for me.
Zappa also did that for me, because in Junior High I had dreams of being a musician of the sort that mixed the screaming guitar that I loved so much with the orchestral, classical style of music that I also loved so much. I had hopes and dreams at that point of being the first one to do it (oh, well...), and when I found Zappa I found great satisfaction in the rightness of my aesthetic aspirations and tastes.
Until each of these, I had thought that every type of art - and, therefore, every type of living - *HAD* to be somehow "orthodox" and that there could never, ever be any overlap.
And then of course I continued on musically into Glass, Laurie Anderson, Genesis, Pink Floyd, Steve Reich, Robert Wilson, Terry Riley, Cage, Hovhannes, Schoenberg...
and also the physicist/poets: Schroedinger, Planck, Heisenberg, Sagan, Fermi, Einstein, and so on.
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