I used to listen to such and such music.
I used to create my own minimalist music.
I sometimes play crappy alto recorder because i like the lower sounds. A last remnant?
Right now, old popular music only drags me back to myself in a past when things were different. My youngest is now the owner of a keyboard i bought in 1990, and i’m happy that this undestructable machine still brings happiness.
Except in the car, somehow, music left me.
And I have forgotten when.
I have no idea why.
And I don’t regret it at all.