May 11, 2007
I'm in the abstract frame of mind...
I remember a time in my life that my walkman was damn near surgically attached to my face. The sounds of hairband music blasting in my head as loud as the 10 notch on the volume control would play. Extra energizers in my bag as not to ever be without my musical crack. I remember older folk looking at me like I was such a kid.
All i could think was... it's music man... it's the sounds of life flowing through my veins. It's a part of all of us... I will never give up on music... you just wait and see...
...fast forward to today... the radio finds itself stuck on talk radio because I can hardly stand today's music. The corporate american idol crap that flows through the air waves strikes some odd cord with me and reverberates down to my bones with an eerie chalkboard scratching feeling.
I love places where I can find different music like last.fm
I can sit and just hit play on samples of music to see if i like them. I also do this with the mp3 site that I pour money to. I'd tell you what it is but i'm sure someone will be jealous and try to stop me from taking part in that musically sound enterprise.
when you think about it, tom petty, bob dylan, and other wondrous people that have reached the stars and sang down to my ear would have been told to go home and never sing again by some english prick who just happens love love pretty girls with okay voices...
sex sells... they sell out... he sits back watchin the green rollin in while he whistles an out of tune note...
pimpin em out like million dollar ho's....
... but ...
I sit and complain about today's music like my folks and their folks before them... and so on and so forth...
i was right in a way... i haven't given up on music now that i'm older... i've just given up trying to find it on the radio...