I am fascinated with the growth of music, especially from the pre- Great War Years, thru the war, and into the 50's to Les Paul and onward, to the Beatles, and then to the few real musical artists beyond. It was music, and the sounds of music, whether it was voices used as instruments, or the instruments themselves.
Melody, point, and counterpoint, stretch and shrink, echo and control, beauty reigned in the sounds. Please take a look at my Facebook profile page and see the songs of the Greatest Generation and how exuberant, how loving they were....how we progressed to the joy of the end of the war, and the music broke all bounds and went wild! But, it remained, MUSIC!
In my mind, music can cry, "The Warsaw Concerto", it can tell a story like this piece does, without words, a story of such sadness, that the tears came to my eyes, as a young person, maybe 10 years old, imagining the plight of human beings, who lived in this great music. Music, should lift our spirits, make us want to accomplish something in the light and joy of life, even when telling a sad story, the goal of music has never changed. It is in the song of the universe, the planets, and the stars, and we should respect this ability we have to use music to lift our lives, to bring joy, happiness, help us evaluate with love and respect what we are doing and where we are going. Hopefully listening to the music we had, will bring us back to real music., there is so much more to discover.
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Just my world of dreams, music and thoughts. Author of two books, one a novel of Love stories set in Framingham, Mass, Secrets of the Heart the 2nd book an autobiography of growing up in Framingham, Mass. Small Town America, Framingham My generation was the first teenage generation, that was when the word was coined. Ours was the generation that started cruising through town and to the drive in theater and drive in restaurant. In our area, Ernie Kampersal,from Holliston, drove his bucking car through town, picking up girls. It rose in the air, like a stallion! We went to the soda shops and played the juke boxes. It was a different town, a different time, and it belonged to us!
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