I like to consider myself an unofficial musical connoisseur with tastes that range from hip-hop to dub-step, techno to country, classical jazz and rock , pop, indie/folk and rhythm & blues. I am also suspect to the occasional 'random' music tastes like Indian pop music, Spanish rock, Neo-Soul, & house music. I'm always on the prowl for my latest musical obsession and will leave no stone unturned when it comes to genres-except screamo ( I just can't do it). With an ever-thirsting ear, I'm able to sincerely make a distinction between good music and ,well, what's on the radio today.
Music used to be about making a statement- one that would stick throughout the years and not fade away at the turn of a dial or the next scandalous fad. Artists success once depended on how they sound, not how they look. Artists had integrity and would've rather catered to a small intimate audience with whom they had a true connection to than try to reach the masses with a generic blanket of auto-tuning. Lyrics were poetry strung along a cohesive melody. Lyrics were an intimate peek into the artist's soul at the very moment they wrote a piece (ahem WROTE their own music). A song would be a tender keepsake for the audience to share with the artist- a moment of pure empathy between artist & audience. Those were the days....
Considering the fact that I was no more than a jelly-fish inside an undescended testicle when my favorite musical eras occurred, over the years I've tried to compensate for the disconnect I see between my generation and what I consider good music. How, you may ask? By telling my peers about it, I answer. And what better way to kick-off my blog than by taking my peers on a trip into Arie's world of music. Over the years, I've developed a soft spot for the old days. You know, back when musicians were... musicians.
So, here's a little bit of that for you. See how you like it. Don't forget to comment.
-Arie
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