Sunday, March 5, 2006
My soundtrack was old before I was, but hadn't seemed as far away as it does now. I was falling asleep the other night listening to the VU's "Oh, Sweet Nuthin!", and I thought of how when my daughter has reached an age when she might desire to listen to something like that the album, the whole VU catalogue in fact, will be more than 50 years old! Lou Reed will be dead, and she'll listen to "The Black Angel's Death Song" with awe of the ancient sounds in the same way I did back in 91 when I first began listening to Folkways recordings of Woody and Leadbelly. At the time I felt like I was lsitening to something archaic and dusty, breathed by the Depression...How will the sounds that brought me joy, and provided the background hum through more than half my existence sound in the ears of one who was born so late?
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Jefe and I were talking about Lou Reed on Saturday night and the VU. How is grace? Your words are a breath of fresh air.
ReplyDeleteNice. I gotta get down there again soon. It was too hasty a goodbye last time. . .
ReplyDeleteI cannot imagine what our kids will be listening to. One sign of age I think is that I've noticed there is less and less music around today that I like. The musicians that I'm attracted to are older and older and I have to search harder and harder to find them. Except all the old stuff that I love perhaps only because it is inseparable from my younger self. I don't want to be like that old guy who just can't let go of his past and still blasts Cream or Deep Purple or whatever at full volume in the car. Or is that bad? Probably not.
ReplyDeleteI am the guy who blasts "Hairdresser on fire" while driving around. My musical identity was set in stone 15 years ago. It is what it is. I have a feeling it will always sound best to me.
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