One afternoon The Old Lady shivered in a chilly wind at a local outdoor wingding while a young musician named Taylor Cook played guitar and sang.
His fingers must have been freezing. Nobody was paying him much attention; they were all in full conversational party mode. And still he sang on, because that’s what he does whether anybody’s listening or not.
The Old Lady listened, not just because Taylor Cook is an excellent and entertaining performer, and applauded at the end of every song even though it feels rather foolish to be the only person clapping. Because, you know, that’s what she does.
“Anybody who’s got the guts to get up on stage and perform,” she observed, “deserves our attention, support, and encouragement.”
LISTEN TO The Old Lady!
“I forsee a marked deterioration in American music and a host of other injuries to music in its artistic manifestations, by virtue—or rather by vice—of the multiplication of the various music-reproducing machines”- John Philip Sousa
People can hear canned music, any song at any time now, now matter where they are or what they’re doing. Music these days is a tidy thing, familiar, and personal. There’s no sharing of the moment, no witnessing of a new artist, and no time to spend hearing someone play and sing something entirely different than what’s in the device, on a playlist.
I can’t imagine learning how to play a guitar, and learning how to sing, and then facing the overwhelming apathy of an audience glued to the screens everyone carries these days.
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