Music was Margaret McNally and her husband’s shared love language. Two years after his death, she’s working through his playlist to keep his spirit alive
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Happy or sad, music lives in the very marrow of my bones. So on the day my husband, Brad, died almost two years ago, the music he left behind died in me too.
A man who couldn’t hold a tune or strum a chord but whose knowledge was encyclopaedic, Brad embodied music. His appetite for musical discovery was insatiable; his collection, like the impact of his passing, immeasurable. When we met in 1996, he began gradually installing a new catalogue into my psyche: ambient, Americana, rock, folk, a little blues, a lot of country, much of it outside the mainstream. Brad slid songs into my soul like coins in a jukebox – stacking a playlist, building a library.
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Margaret McNally is a Perth-based freelance editor and writer. Her late Canadian-Australian husband, Brad McNally, was a veteran radio broadcaster who worked in Australia, Canada, the UK, Ireland, Scandinavia, Italy and the Netherlands
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