Met with an old friend last night. Hadn't seen him for years. We'd always shared a near fanatical love of music. In the old days—30 years ago—each of us would introduce the other to beloved music, old and new. It was great.
Last night he acknowledged that, in recent years, he just stopped listening to new music, that he only listens to the old stuff.
That's a shame, I thought. There's so much great new music out there—though I mostly fail trying to keep up. So I sent him a list of links to some newish music that I managed to hear, including one song by Car Seat Headrest, a band led by a young whippersnapper with quite a future, I think.
Here the Headrests do one of their own plus Neil Young's great "Powderfinger," which is from the 70s, I think. (I was a grad student, house-sitting in Laguna Beach, when that came out. I remember it like it was yesterday.)
Hail, hail, whippersnappers!
Last night he acknowledged that, in recent years, he just stopped listening to new music, that he only listens to the old stuff.
That's a shame, I thought. There's so much great new music out there—though I mostly fail trying to keep up. So I sent him a list of links to some newish music that I managed to hear, including one song by Car Seat Headrest, a band led by a young whippersnapper with quite a future, I think.
Here the Headrests do one of their own plus Neil Young's great "Powderfinger," which is from the 70s, I think. (I was a grad student, house-sitting in Laguna Beach, when that came out. I remember it like it was yesterday.)
Hail, hail, whippersnappers!
