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A Rant on Music
A Rant on Music A Rant on Music Was no iphone for me Nor CDs or MP3 ers in my youth was cassettes the ubiquitous LP record and the radio static eaping from self installed speakers you learnt a lot about things which you never needed to know which was the best speaker the depth of the bass magnets how to re-reel a loose cassette to lower the stylus with care if you wanted music you did of course the benefit was you could make your own mix tape complete with the annoying voice-overs of radio announcers who cared not if a song was finished or halfway through starting if they could throw in an inane comment which would live forever more on your tape and after constant re-listenings would become fixed in your own memory so every time you heard the song you heard their comment in your head and now the music comes digital from a pale flat reen and often sounds unoriginal you re the days of albums where each song a chapter in a story now lucky if a single song is a hit a few big stars the rest are anonymous driven to poverty and oburity by the new big business model of digital platform to stream every song and obstruct every musician's dream there was the old business model of course and that took advantage of those same artists who sang and wrote and ed the music however at least they registered as a presence performed live shows and needed cover art bright for album covers now to remain in the public eye they need to appear on televised talent shows creating the processed servile stars of tomorrow any from yesteryear can only look on with sorrow the rebellion is now corporately directed and the anger manufactured in a sound booth by accountants following music polls so it is not surprising the few real stars those who climb above the commercial muck are those who independently make their way the rough diamonds who polish themselves by the 10,000 hours of practice and performance who often live their lyrics and dress as if they were not corporate citizens but eapees from a prison farm on the run from ordered society from the corporate lawyers and from what the music industry has become.... Thoughts in sensual pleasure to erotic writing writ. Feel free to travel - click - to my blog: An exploration introduction |
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Oh my! I remember my brother getting a new car with a built in 8 track player! I remember getting my 1st cassette recorder and thinking I had the world by the tail! Then a "real" stereo record player with speakers. Oh how I am dating myself!! I recall those weird eight track, they were always for "serious music" people, and I still have stashed away a practically unused bright waterproof walkman I bought just before as the CD era was being launched....(prior to that....well, everything.....and of course when a teenager yearning for a big radio/cassette player, which had a handle, and you carried like a briefcase!!!) Thoughts in sensual pleasure to erotic writing writ. Feel free to travel - click - to my blog: An exploration introduction
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Oh my! I remember my brother getting a new car with a built in 8 track player! I remember getting my 1st cassette recorder and thinking I had the world by the tail! Then a "real" stereo record player with speakers. Oh how I am dating myself!! Classy, Sassy, and a little Smart-Assy Sine Metu CN
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I find myself gathering up CDs, as they feel like they will last, one day.....some day.....the laptop will die, or the internet crash, or ITunes self-destruct, and all that digital music will cease to exist.....then I will slide a CD into a CD player, settle back, and listen to the only music in the world*. *other than your LPs of course Thoughts in sensual pleasure to erotic writing writ. Feel free to travel - click - to my blog: An exploration introduction
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You are putting me in a mood of nostalgic sadness thinking about such music realities. Thoughts in sensual pleasure to erotic writing writ. Feel free to travel - click - to my blog: An exploration introduction
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and I will say, to those to slow to escape my aging, old, grumpy reflections....I remember when music was live, not algorithms digitally supplied to suppress the rebellious thoughts of the young. .... Thoughts in sensual pleasure to erotic writing writ. Feel free to travel - click - to my blog: An exploration introduction
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