Antney
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This lockdown has given me ample opportunity to reminisce about my musical journey. I was born in 1959, and can vividly remember the night my older brother came into our shared bedroom and woke me up at 11pm saying “you gotta hear this”. He put on the record player his fresh pressing of Meet the Beatles, and I remember he and I sitting on the bed listening to “I saw her standing there” and him muttering almost trance-like “everything has changed”. It was a voracious time for music, new explorations and deep cuts, even pop hits and top 40 music was very well written and produced. The constant slew of one hit wonders kept things interesting. And the competition between the Beatles, Stones, and Beach Boys kept you always anticipating their next release. Throw in The Who, Led Zeppelin, The Doors. Hendrix, Creedence, Jefferson Airplane, Mamas and the Papas, and everyone else I forget to mention and it was just a damn exciting and creative time. And we had Dylan keeping everyone honest. Never been a time like it.
As a teenager and young man my friends and I would go to rock clubs in Boston and hear really good live music, and leave the clubs around 2am and drive for a few hours listening to WBCN, how fortunate we were to have such an iconic and groundbreaking radio station within our airwaves. We earned our musical merits listening to the vault of deep cuts their dj’s played, and I became so aware of how a song and the recording of that song differ. My wife says she doesn’t know anyone who listens to music the way I do.
Earlier this week I was noodling a riff on an acoustic guitar, and my wife asked “what’s that you’re playing”? “19th Nervous Breakdown“ I replied. “No it’s not”. “It’s the guitar part”. “Nooooo”. “Yes it is” Then I played the chords to the song...”these are the chords...but this is the actual guitar part”.
So much has changed.
As a teenager and young man my friends and I would go to rock clubs in Boston and hear really good live music, and leave the clubs around 2am and drive for a few hours listening to WBCN, how fortunate we were to have such an iconic and groundbreaking radio station within our airwaves. We earned our musical merits listening to the vault of deep cuts their dj’s played, and I became so aware of how a song and the recording of that song differ. My wife says she doesn’t know anyone who listens to music the way I do.
Earlier this week I was noodling a riff on an acoustic guitar, and my wife asked “what’s that you’re playing”? “19th Nervous Breakdown“ I replied. “No it’s not”. “It’s the guitar part”. “Nooooo”. “Yes it is” Then I played the chords to the song...”these are the chords...but this is the actual guitar part”.
So much has changed.