Writer Tom Scanlon
If ears could talk, they would say, “We heart MIM!”
Ears, of course, are neglected in our eye-centric society. At the checkout line, there are no magazine covers touting the “10 sexiest male voices alive.” Mammoth television screens provide amazing pictures, but the sound? Horrible.
Then there are all those grandiose museums, from the Louvre to the Museum of Modern Art: a visual feast, but an auditory famine. What do they sound like? Squeaking shoes, clearing throats and whispered phrases such as, “I don’t get it, but I love the frame.”
So it is that ears around Phoenix give a standing ovation, of sorts, to the Musical Instrument Museum. Time flies when you’re making music, and MIM turns 5 years old this month.
The Phoenix museum, just outside North Scottsdale, threw open its doors five Aprils ago, and the Valley has never been the same — in a good way. Ears have been almost unconsciously drawn to it, like monarch butterflies to...