Music has never really played a big part of my life. I know some people who are so enraptured and enjoy music so much....they are the people who always have iPod cords framing their face nearly 24/7. When I was growing up, I listened to pretty much crap! Anything I could hear on the radio was good enough for me. My parents didn't want me to listen to anything other than Christian music. High school was even a worse time for music. Between 1986 and 1990, there was a vacuum of horrible hair bands, Lionel Richie, Whitney Houston, New Kids on the Block and a variety of deplorable gunk.
It wasn't until college when my generation had their musical revolution, Grunge, that I became interested in music for real. Grunge was pretty angsty, but then again our generation had alot to be upset about with all the crappy music before it.
Lately, though, since transition, I've found solace in alot of the music before my birth. I love the Beatles, the Rolling Stones, CCR, and the music from the revolution that I feel most comfortable with...the Summer of Love. I wish I was around during that time, because aside from the drugs, it was a beautiful concept of protest and awareness. I can only hope that this current generation wakes up and has their own revolution against the injustices being done in their name.
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Sadly, my taste in music isn't always the best! There is lots of lame pop junk that I do love (I still have my Backstreet Boys albums!), but I also adore a lot of the music you mentioned, as well as classical music and world music and...well, okay, I guess my tastes are pretty eclectic!
But I know just what you mean, Colleeny! What really makes me wonder is the fact there is SO little protest music these days. Not since the 60s has popular culture had such a monumental chance to speak truth to power. And yet, largely, the music scene is filled with hip-hop celebrations of money, status, and shallow living. It's very sad!
I agree completely. We are living in the era of American Idol, and it's just sad.
meh, living through the 60's wasn't a big deal. one bad thing - i'm old now.
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