The music of my youth. Perhaps it’s the memory that is pristine, but the music is as old as dirt. This piece comes off as cheeky, but it got me thinking about some very personal issues.
How much is memory shaped by the cultural touch-points that define our lives? For the elderly suffering from dementia and memory loss, how do we unlock memories that are so far hidden? Severe memory loss and Alzheimer’s is a disease that hits extremely close to home in my family. I am amazed when I read stories and see videos about how music has a unique way of unlocking certain events that were otherwise deeply buried in the mind. Somewhere swirling around is the answer to this extremely debilitating epidemic; the abstraction in this piece by Oakland born artist Sadie Barnette forced me to think about how our memories of music shape our memories of life events.