Music for Airports
It's been a long day, my column is due, and every time I've told anyone that I'm supposed to write about Brian Eno this week, they laughed—sometimes so hard they fell off the couch. Last time that happened, it was Captain Beefheart. I'm cat-sitting for a tiny kitten with needle teeth, and I figure instead of the usual listen, think, repeat, listen, ask questions, google, listen cycle, I'm gonna pour myself a strong cocktail, lie down, put this on the stereo, and just see what happens.
I was pretty sure I was going to hate this. I know it's "ambient" music, but I don't know what that means. (I looked "ambient" up in the dictionary and it said "existing or present on all sides; encompassing.") And anything that both Dave Segal and Charles Mudede love cannot be up my alley, right? Especially if it's particularly encompassing? "I think this is going to be your favorite," Segal said, deadpan. I couldn't tell whether he was joking. "Be careful with that CD," said Mudede. "I love that album so much, I keep it behind my desk at all times, so I can look at it when I get stuck." "You don't listen to it?" I asked him. He shook his head. "I've got it memorized," he said, definitely not joking.