Pictures at an Exhibition is one of the very few classical pieces to which I ever listen. There are ten movements in the piece, each representing a different painting at an art gallery, and the imagery really comes through — from lumbering ox carts to bustling markets to the majestic Gates at Kiev. But, it was the dreamy, repetitive Promenade which played over and over in my 7th grade head.
To this very day, I find this catchy tune thumping & bumping in the background of my mind. It always makes me think about my mom.
Sometime in the early 1980s, I first heard Rush’s Moving Pictures album, and I was, like, “Whaaaaa…?”
The first song I remember…