Compare and Contrast







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10 thoughts on “Compare and Contrast”

  1. Consider the music recorded between 1964 and 1977 of the type played on FM album rock stations in those days, say from The Animals “House of the Rising Sun” to Meatloaf “Bat Out of Hell”. Consider the best three or four dozen albums of that era. How may albums of the past 13 years will be appreciated as well by their current audiences 40 to 50 years from now? Proviso: albums of the past 13 years NOT made by artists already famous by 1977.

    1. That pretty well sums up what makes music legendary thanks for putting in a nutshell.

  2. Okay, I hate you for asking me to watch that second video. I forgive you, but I hate you. 🙂 Love Southern Cross though, any chance to hear that again is appreciated.

  3. I actually googled the song to see the lyrics in writing in case my hearing was off. Not only grossly offensive but boring and repetitious. “See Spot run” has more literary and poetic merit. I guess that makes me a racist.

  4. Music is just one area of my life where I feel so different about than most people and thus don’t discuss music anymore (along with a wide spectrum of social issues but that’s another time), and so now I read your responses and now don’t feel so out of touch. Thank you gentlemen…much appreciated. By the by I listen to a lot of the Big Band music as I was a small lad and listened to it on the radio, rock and roll was just hitting it’s beginning stride.

  5. My Dad was a Big Band fan, having lived in its heyday. I heard quite a bit of it growing up. I also heard quite a bit of early rock and roll because my older sister played it. Remember shellac 78s? Mom loved musicals and we had a bunch of ‘albums’ (a set of 45s in a box). Then in high school I discovered folk music – well actually a girl who liked folk music. Then a girl who liked classical. After that came what to me was the golden age of music, referenced in my post above. Music? I like it. The second video above? Not music.

    Totally OT but the memory came up because I mentioned my Dad. He was in the Navy in WW2, trained on landing craft. Then one day in late May 1944 they were looking for someone who could type. Having that skill, Dad was transferred to personnel. He missed D-Day but had the unfortunate experience of processing KIA paperwork for some people he knew. Dad made it through the war unscathed – despite a buzz bomb close call. The ‘gotcha’ was that, being in personnel, he was one of the last people to get discharged. I was born nine months after he finally got out.

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