Mind Electric: Edward Avedisian
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I met Edward Avedisian by chance at Max’s Kansas City when I sat down next to him at the bar. Otis Redding filled the air. “You know,” Edward turned to me and said, “Ultimately what pop music is all about is hiring someone to cry in public for you.” He watched for my response, eyes alert beneath his remarkably high forehead. I would come to know that ‘ultimately.’ It was a regular conversational preface, because, as Edward later explained, it was his desire “to describe everything without reference to any convention.”
Image: Edward Avedisian with his son Joseph
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