Looking at the list, I was trying to figure out where I was when I first heard a song. Where I was when a song first started to get air play. Did I own the album, or was I just exposed to it?
The list is weirder now, because some of the tunes have surfaced again. Sister bought me my first iPod, and I after experimenting with it a little, I just left it plugged into the stereo, to the point that I’m considering dumping my CD player. New music gets ripped and plugged into a list.
One of the first gadget I picked up was a some sort of an attachment that lets a turntable be hooked up to a mac, just for ripping vinyl. Not going to happen, either. Takes way too long. Too labor intensive, and most of the material that I would want either download , or just buy the CD. Again.
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[/style]Music is more important now, more so than before. Perhaps it’s the weather, high, clear skies, not quite 70 degrees, where it’s cold in the shade but warm in the sun. Perhaps it’s because the fish really aren’t biting anything to speak of. Or maybe it’s because I’ve got careful selection of upbeat music that keeps me trucking along.
Antique 70’s, “modern” 80’s, hair/grunge 90’s, and then, post-modern classics.
That list of vinyl, though, it also made me wonder about doing a personality profile, based on what music was formative for person, from a particular time.
There’s something lacking in much of the recent, post Y2K material. It’s product, not always art. There’s a sad lack of spirit, more about moving units and less about the art itself.
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I’ve got to remember to let Chip borrow my Firesign Theater acquisitions. And some Aerosmith. And ELP. Save him the trouble. Bach and Beethoven, too. Weird coincidence there. And Yes. Wished I had the Jethro Tull catalog, but I’m not sure that’s one I’ll re-acquire.
The 8-mile marker is actually in East Austin, alongside Lakeshore Drive. And I’m guessing I really did more like nine or ten miles, but who’s counting? I was bemoaning the fact that more modern music lacks a certain soulfulness, but an odd coincidence happened. I’d left the downtown post office, and I was just cutting through the Music Hall’s parking lot, across the bridge and down to the trial, when a Chemical Brother’s “song” came up.
I saw them perform, in the Music Hall, couple of years ago. The crowd left me a little bewildered, but the music was every bit as good, and so excellent to see it live.
So maybe, I’m not sure, but maybe, some of the post-modern, post-punk, post-“having a name and taxonomy” music still strives to have soul, art and soul.
Or I could be all wrong.
