Try to reseed your playlists
The premise that I’m getting older is true. I can tell, in so manuy ways. However, I wasn’t warned about the effects of music.
Some adjectives come to mind: nostalgia, melancholy, angst. Not that I am “filled with” any of them, but music does play a part.Thanks to the access to stuff from an earlier time in my life, I’m remembering music that I actually don’t. More of a familiarity with common themes. Let’s be more preccise.
I’ve been listening to the back catalogs of artists from a particular time and place. Specifically, the concerts from fifty years ago. Among the artists are Fairport Convention, Steeleye Span, Pentangle. All with strong female vocalists. And although I missed much of their content, the first time around, I’m still enthralled. My ear has matured.
I doubt that the marketing machine of 2020 and forward would sign anhy of them (is signing still a thing?) Too acoulstic. Too tied to ancient tales. Too pure. Nothing electronic here. No autotune, at any point. And yet, I’m not alone. Many of the artists are still alive. There are concerts, somewhere. Not in my back yard, but I can wish.
I’ve given you some names. The algorithms from YT will help. Dig your guitar out of that dusty closet, and try to play along. Remember, thiese are master musicians; it won’t be easy. But I bet you’ll have more fun than when you listen to the crap offered up on your favorite streaming service. Just doning my part to let you find out some new (old) talent. Fifty years ago; it could be yesterday. And lyrics can often tell you an interesting tale, if you are so inclined.
