1784<\/a>? I doubt it.\n<\/p>\n\nBefore mass production pervaded life, before repeatable sound recordings, I imagine that the impulse, the motivation to make musical loops was much weaker.\n<\/p>\n
\nOf course, there have been wheels for a long time. Turning around and around. And horses. The rhythmic patterns of a lot of classical music show the instincts of the rider, and the sensations of the passenger in a coach.\n<\/p>\n
\nThe horse’s galloping or the turning of the coach wheel was repetitive, but it was repetition in the service of moving from one place to another. Travelling.\n<\/p>\n
\nEven though my musical loops often occur when I’m walking, I have the impression that their repetitiousness is not about moving forward linearly. On the contrary, it’s about not being able to.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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Walking down the sidewalk, I sometimes fasten on a phrase from a classical piece in my mind’s ear. I make it into a loop. Over and over I hear it, hum it, sing it, effectively turning the bit of music by Beethoven, or Mozart, Gershwin, Schoenberg, or Radiohead into minimalism. I go through the phrase dozens of times. I’m stuck on it and in it — an obsessive, vastly-extendable run-on sentence, an earworm.\n<\/p>\n