“Even listening to Hounds of Love as much as I did, I couldn’t quite make sense of what Reichian Therapy was. My parents told me it was a kind of group therapy, but they didn’t know anything beyond that. The music was very emotional, so it being about therapy fit, but all the obscure cultural references were lost on me. No matter. As fiercely analytical, as inquisitive as I was, I was willing to let it be a mystery, at least for awhile. The swells and the crescendos, the underpinnings, they were enough. If I only could, I’d make a deal with God, and I’d get him to swap our places. How many times had I wanted to do that very thing for someone I loved?”
— from something new. more to come.