Hello, good world. And a very good morning to you. (Wherever it is morning, that is.)
I woke up this morning thinking about something that I had not thought about in a long time. Music. For some reason, I’ve been away from this most amazing art for a while. And I can’t seem to understand why. But that’s not really what I woke up thinking about.
When I opened my eyes this morning, the boys next door were playing (correction: loudly playing) some Greenday song. And I couldn’t help but think that even the loudness in today’s music isn’t so much fun. There’s no bigness in it, if you get my drift. I mean, when I think loud, crash-boom-bang music, I think Led Zeppelin, or The Who, Jimi Hendrix, or even The Beatles with their maddening Helter Skelter. I don’t think Greenday or any of the new guys. I’m not necessarily saying they’re bad. Just not to my taste.
Alright, let’s leave the loud music behind. Even when it comes to the softer stuff, I’m forced to think of Simon and Garfunkel, Annie Lennox, Janis Joplin. I can’t think Dido or her contemporaries. There’s something missing there. They seem to be playing to the crowds, not to their own inner musicians. And forgive me, but I believe there’s something essentially, inherently wrong with that kind of music.
I’ll cut out the caustic blathering now, and let you have a wonderful day, or night. 🙂