- Marie Newbrough
- Newbrough with daughter Sarah.
My latest online discovery: NewMusicBox.org. This site from New Music USA is witty, current, relevant and focused utterly on what’s next in music composition. If there’s a next Leonard Bernstein, you’ll see her here first.
Essential Saturday night listening: On many Saturday nights, I’ll be listening to the Colorado Springs Philharmonic live at the Pikes Peak Center, and I honestly wouldn’t have it any other way. The repertoire is curated by our music director, Josep Caballé-Domenech, and you just don’t get any better than these musicians. On those rare nights with no performance, my listening is varied, to say the least. Radiohead’s Kid A is a standby, but so is Emmylou Harris’ “Moon Song” from the album All I Intended to Be. There are more, of course, and if I looked for a common thread, it would be that authenticity means everything. From the Philharmonic to John Prine, these are real musicians putting real love into what they do.
First record I bought with my own money: At age 7, circa 1981, I borrowed a record of Steppenwolf’s “Magic Carpet Ride” from the library in Manteo, North Carolina. Super cool kid, right? I played it on my plastic turntable over and over, loving the distorted psychedelic intro and the lyrics, which I didn’t (and still don’t) understand. All I knew was that it wasn’t disco. I never returned the record, so let’s consider that a purchase.
Artist more people should know about: Lou Harrison. Some music just catches you by surprise, and the music of American composer Lou Harrison is that way. Look up his Piano Concerto and give it a whirl. Find a quiet space, a good stereo, turn off your phone, and listen straight through. The first two movements are a frenetic, racing setup for the slow third movement, which is the real surprise. And the payoff. After all that energy, it’s an unbelievably blissed-out daydream. Seriously, do yourself a favor.
Guilty pleasure: Journey. When I’m in the car with the family, we’re most likely to play the Greatest Hits, shout-singing with the stereo turned up to eleven. Journey is like bluegrass. It’s just impossible to be sad when you’re belting out “Don’t Stop Believin’.”