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Sep 08, 2020
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BY ALEX HALBERSTADT
GOOD AND BAD, I DEFINE THESE TERMS QUITE CLEAR…—BOB DYLAN
A musical inheritance
When I was a child, my father was a dealer in black-market records. We lived on what was then the outskirts of Moscow, in what was then the Union of Soviet Socialist Republics. It was the 1970s, and our nation’s record stores only sold discs of domestic manufacture, most of them wooly-sounding classical recordings on the Melodiya label. This meant that a healthy contingent of Muscovites valued records smuggled from what they referred to in hushed tones
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