I spent the day cleaning deck furniture and helping my oldest daughter move into her new home. After a long, exhausting day one would think I would go right to bed and sleep. Oh, but no. My body is tired but my brain is not. Therefore, I have been laying on the couch for the last couple of hours just listening to music. In light if the recent death of one of my all time favorite artists, Prince, I decided to pull out the iPod and let my thoughts drift. Two hours later after listening to Prince's Greatest Hits, Fleetwood Mac's Greatest Hits and Elton John's Number Ones, I am evermore convinced good music is mostly dead. Real artists actually playing an instrument and singing, all without the aid of autotune. By no means am I an expert or am I what I would describe as a music sob (the description of which is for a later blog). However, I recognize that just because an artist may sound great recorded that same artist may not sound so great live. The true musicians I love so much can do just that...perform live and sound as good as their recordings. While I do not discredit all of today's artists I miss the music that was. And by "was", I mean the music I was raised hearing. My parents' music, my early music and that which truly moves me.
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