Because music is still a business. Always has been. Always will be.
A variety of influences have rendered songwriting and music composition significantly less feasible in the classic sense.
Dear Beyonce, I heard you were invited (again) to President Obama’s Birthday Bash. I saw the pics on social media. Was it
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SOMETIMES I HEAR Simon and Garfunkel singing, "Slow down you move too fast." They're in a little bubble following me around as I scurry about my day.
As a child of the 80s, I was more enthralled by mainstream Michael Jackson, Madonna and Cyndi Lauper than by edgy Prince. My life had little angst, so Prince's dark and dangerous persona held little appeal.
Prince could do it all. Play everything. And he could dance to boot. In heels. The night he died there was nothing on my Facebook or Twitter feed but posts about him. We all expressed our sorrow in our own way.
Creative people need to get on the same page. People in Washington know that the laws need to be updated. But we won't have
Growing up in the sixties and seventies music was everywhere, it was all we talked about. It was the invitation; want to come over and listen to the new Creedence Record? Meet me at the record store?
I say this for my brothers and sisters who have elected to become soundwave-shapers, who have given their time, their sweat, and their waking (and dreaming) hours over to this strange and hallowed profession: The world would be a mighty desolate place without you in it.