Random Music Thoughts

I saw The Kinks on March 28, 1971, at George C. Marshall Auditorium, Falls Church, VA (my high school alma mater).

I graduated in May of the same year.

Don't ask me what they played.

You really got me.
 
You could say the same about driving. Maybe both declines can be attributed in part to the same phenomenon: the rise of visual social media. You can't listen to music or drive if you're watching TikTok. Here in LA at least, younger folks would apparently rather ride public transit and stare at their phones than cruise with The Beach Boys. Different times. :meh:
 
Mezz Mezzrow, after his first stick of tea

"The first thing I noticed was that I began to hear my saxophone as though it was inside my head…Then I began to feel the vibrations of the reed much more pronounced against my lip…I found I was slurring much better and putting just the right feeling into my phases--I was really coming on. All the notes came easing out of my horn like they'd already been made up, greased and stuffed into the bell, so all I had to do was blow a little and send them on their way, one right after the other, never missing, never behind time, all without an ounce of effort. . . I began to feel happy and sure of myself. With my loaded horn I could take all the fist-swinging, evil things in the world and bring them together in perfect harmony, spreading peace and joy and relaxation to all the keyed-up and punchy people everywhere. I began to preach my millenniums on my horn, leading all the sinners to glory."

 
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