How things change in a year's passing. Last year, my top-of-the-list home entertainment provider as well as former employer, and haven for all-around useless French Quarter dregs, Tower Records was rebounding from the square-to-the-jaw punch of Hurricane Katrina, espcially being that the Virgin, the primary source of competition in the immediate market of home entertainment, had been sent packing. Now, one year later, I walked through the empty shell of the split-level space that once housed the mighty music chain and thought to myself that there may possibly be no hope now for real music anymore. That thought was later reenforced by my reading the obituary of Atlantic Records head Ahmet Ertegun. For those of you who don't know, Ertegun, a music fanatic with impeccable taste, headed up Atlantic Records with his brother Nesuhi, and shepherded such acts as Aretha Franklin, Led Zeppelin, Ray Charles, Dusty Springfield, Cream, The Rolling Stones (just to name a mere few in a field of thousands) into their career highs. Needless to say, if it were not for this man and his company, recent music history may have turned out quite different, and probably for the worst - as things seem to be headed now.
But I digress...
postscript:
It was also a year ago on this very day that I flew north to meet my... Oh fuck, why can't I just let this fucking go?
post-postscript: Does anyone read this or is it tantamount to trying to shout above the thunderous roar of a crowded banquet hall? If anyone does read this will you at least post something so I don't feel like the one guy sitting alone in a corner at a party where he knows not a soul?
But I digress...
postscript:
It was also a year ago on this very day that I flew north to meet my... Oh fuck, why can't I just let this fucking go?
post-postscript: Does anyone read this or is it tantamount to trying to shout above the thunderous roar of a crowded banquet hall? If anyone does read this will you at least post something so I don't feel like the one guy sitting alone in a corner at a party where he knows not a soul?