Craig RaineIn his autobiography Stravinsky relates that the first music he remembers was made by a peasant, working his hand in his armpit to produce a rhytmic farting.
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The first piece of music that Stravinsky ever heard is thought to have been made by a peasant in Sicily. This peasant would make his rhythm with his hand in his armpit, which created the rhythmic sound of a fart. The sound he produced was not even musical, but just the noise of an armpit! This peasant’s music was not meant to be listened to, but just something he did to pass the time.
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