The musical wealth
I’d almost forgotten how good radio was. Back in the day, there was a set of anthology albums that covered music “as heard on hit radio” during the period of 1955-1970. Just before FM became a “thing”.
My own contact with the set of albums was due to associating with a small radio station. Really small. But their library of vinyl, provided by the various labels, was like the cavern of Ali Baba. I had regrets: never transferred enough of the stuff onto cassettes, which moved to CDs, which moved to hard drives, which moved…
Anyhow, long story shortened. Apparently, the Creative Commons license does provide the occasional positive value. I’ve found the whole set of albums, online and prepped for download. Each year is distilled into a half-hour of vintage music with lots of DJ content and commercials from the associated year. And I’m enthralled.
Throw on a year, and relapse into a simpler time in my life. No taxes (no job), no furniture (no house). Just music. Sure, we now have Spotify (just discovering the wonder of other people’s playlists as a mode of discovery), but for those times when I’m off the net, I can go back to a personal music player (I still have a couple around here, in drawers). No need to ever listen to my own singing. The dog seems happier, already.
But enough about music. We’re only months away from live festivals, and the ads are appearing on my timeline. What will be the special moment, this year? Will it involve fiddles?
