Quarter after six.
Six hours ago I listened to another CD by Herb Alpert, and really loved “You Are My Life.” It is so late Sixties, with the big string orchestra, the old Fender bass with flat wounds, and the full chamber ambiance. Alpert’s voice was pretty good, though he was a better trumpet player than a singer. They also do a version of a Bossa Nova called “Anna” that people might recognize, and a sweet song titled “Good Morning, Mr Sunshine,” a quick paced little waltz. It’s always a pleasure to hear real musicians on real instruments as opposed to the synthetic crap we’re stuck with today. I guess I’m just an antiquarian, maybe an old fogy or a sentimentalist some of the time. The progress of technology usually has pitfalls for our ecological wellbeing. It seems desirable to regress to a more primitive state in order to save ourselves from science… I have to take out the trash this morning, then go to the store. I’ve got a meeting with Rebecca at nine o’clock. I just deleted the email with the news from my inbox without reading it. The clouds outside are tinged with magenta as the sun slowly comes up. Aesop gives me the eye and settles down again.
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I agree Rob, that most of what is produced today in pop music is synthetic junk. “Plastic” was the ‘sixties word that comes to mind. But hasn’t it always been so? I think we have to avoid being reactionary and keep an ear out for what’s really worth hearing. ( Not an accusation. I’m thinking of the times that I have had to mentally eat crow thanks to my own narrow- minded cringeworthy responses to the “new”. ) I suppose this is too obvious to bear saying but anyway….
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