by AMY SCHMID
I have been thinking a lot about music lately.
I was driving to work one morning and Billy Joel came on, crooning about a piano man.
Tears streamed down my face as he left me sitting in a bar, surrounded by all these lost souls drowning their worries away. God bless that man. I wish we could produce music that told stories, that gives me chills.
Music has changed a great deal over the past 50 or so years. I am a great lover of music from the 60’s right through to the naughties, but I am starting to tire of the latest barrage of Top 40 music making my ears bleed.
I cannot stand the likes of Johnny Ruffo, Justin Bieber, or Rihanna. Give me the Beatles, Creedence Clearwater Revival or Queen any day. When did music go from
She gives me everything And tenderly The kiss my lover brings She brings to me And I love her
To
I’ll be on top of the world when I’m on top of you, girl!
I may only be 24, but I really don’t like the music aimed toward my generation, and younger. I recently watched The Sapphires at the movies, and I have been lapping the soundtrack up ever since.
With songs like Land of 1000 Dances and What a man, (which actually have soul) who needs On Top or Boyfriend?