kapeman
11-30-2008, 12:39 PM
I am currently reading a book called When we Get to Surf City by Bob Greene.
For those music lovers amongst us ( all of us!!) I think it is insightful, touching, and a great read. Here is an excerpt for you ( from page 133).
This music- all of it, all of these songs I have loved for so long- is reliable, is shelter, and has been since the moment I heard it.
Who could have known it at the time- who could have known how long this would endure? On the loneliest nights, on the most joyful afternoons, during the sultriest summers and frigid winters, the music, since it was new, has been so profoundly and consistently welcome. In the very worst of times, and in the very best, this music- structurally uncomplicated, four chords in most of the songs, lyrics usually basic and bare- has been like a friend, something to be counted on and treasured. Magic: just guitars and drums and vocals, yet it has always been, without me even having to think about it, the most loyal and steadfast of companions. Wherever I have been, I have needed only to hear three or four seconds of any of hundreds of these songs, coming out of a radio or a loudspeaker or merely out an open window on a city street, and I'm instantly somewhere Ive been before, somewhere I want to be, familiar and somehow safe.
For those music lovers amongst us ( all of us!!) I think it is insightful, touching, and a great read. Here is an excerpt for you ( from page 133).
This music- all of it, all of these songs I have loved for so long- is reliable, is shelter, and has been since the moment I heard it.
Who could have known it at the time- who could have known how long this would endure? On the loneliest nights, on the most joyful afternoons, during the sultriest summers and frigid winters, the music, since it was new, has been so profoundly and consistently welcome. In the very worst of times, and in the very best, this music- structurally uncomplicated, four chords in most of the songs, lyrics usually basic and bare- has been like a friend, something to be counted on and treasured. Magic: just guitars and drums and vocals, yet it has always been, without me even having to think about it, the most loyal and steadfast of companions. Wherever I have been, I have needed only to hear three or four seconds of any of hundreds of these songs, coming out of a radio or a loudspeaker or merely out an open window on a city street, and I'm instantly somewhere Ive been before, somewhere I want to be, familiar and somehow safe.