Thursday, August 13, 2015

Nothing New

It seems music ebbs and flows much like any other organism upon this earth. There are times when great music is being pumped out as though it were owned by Mobil-Exxon.
Witness the 1960s through the 1980s until Disco killed the radio.

There are however, long stretches of 'in-between' time in which pop is poured out like concrete in the inner city.  Do not get me wrong, there are pop tunes worthy of replay, admiration, dissection and study. But for the most part the chaff far outweighs the wheat.
Just garbage.

And now that technology has made things such as autotune (technically manipulate any output, change pitch, tempo, timbre et cetera) possible what is really garbage comes with its own lipstick applied. What an ugly kisser!

Also this is not a nostalgia rant. I do not hold vinyl over digital but I do think Diana Ross could sing and I am not as sure about Nicki Minaj. I have found many contemporary vocalists who can more than carry a tune...Ingrid Michaelson for instance.
Caleb Hawley
Without resorting to gimmicks they have a natural quality that is very much endearing to the ear if not the mind.

We are in the midst of dead air time.
With the exception of the NPR radio stations I have yet to find quality music being broadcast anywhere.
Where I live there is one Jazz station and a plethora of talk shows or CleaChannel garbage passed off as "classic rock." They play the same tired tunes over and over. Jimi played more than 'Purple Haze.'

So dear reader, it is up to YOU to seek out and find the music worth hearing. It is out there, I know. I play it.

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