Last night, I talked briefly about music from way back when and how magical it was. I still stand by that point, but it's also more than I said. I've been listening to a lot of that kind of music lately. "Sixteen Candles" by The Crests, "Smoke Get's in your Eyes" by the Platters, "This Magic Moment" by The Drifters and so on. The slower, songs often about love. The voices in these songs are amazing, and while there still is good music today, there aren't voices like those. Then there are the more jazzy songs like "Rock Around the Clock." "At The Hop" and so on. The kind of music that just makes you want to get up and dance. Both types of songs, as well as all the others ((If I went on, I would be here forever. )) are timeless.
They are songs that make me feel good as I find my spirit uplifted, even if there is a bit of knowing that I will never really know the songs as the people who grew up with them did. Still, they make me happy, which few things do anymore. Music is getting... awful. It's all the same bullshit and it honestly saddens me as it's just going to continue to decline. When I, if I, that's a while other blog topic, ever have kids, by the time they get into their teen years, banging on pots will be considered music. People suck, too. They always have, but it seems it's just getting worse and worse. Again, another blog topic altogether, but you get the idea. There's not much that makes me feel as good as these songs do, not even songs I grew up with and still love. There are those that I don't particularly care for, but they still hold nostalgic value. Still, even the ones that I still very much enjoy and have nostalgic value, often don't have the same effect.
I guess in the end, it's one of the few things I have to hang onto anymore. Faith in the future, not really. Faith in friends, fuck no. Fortunately, these classics will live on forever, as they deserve to. Nothing will ever be able to destroy these magic moments. I'm out.
-Zack