I don’t like sushi. Growing up near fishing boat and cannery aromas conditioned me to avoid eating anything raw from the sea and there is something about that chewy seaweed wrap that sets my teeth on edge. My husband and children love the stuff.
Musical taste, like culinary taste, is a very personal matter.
Several years ago, I heard from two friends after a concert. One described the experience as “transcendent.” The other referred to “that horrible, horrible pianist.” And guess what? They were both right.
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