Here in Oregon's glorious southwest, between two beautiful mountain ranges, working long hours, at night, in a saw mill. I come home around midnight in a tiny nowhere town to a chilled air and a yummy glass of Pendleton rye, with an ache to sit and breathe something melodic. Maybe some London Grammar maybe some Zero 7. Probably both. Could be a bit of Santana or Megadeth or Infectious Grooves. Then Oysterhead plays for a spell. Holy crap it is now Incubus playing, followed by Sade, Caro Emerald, Miles Davis, Larkin/Poe and Janiva Magness. All of it was glorious and somehow invigorating and soothing at the same time. Music and the search for all of it's glorious iterations brings me peace, solace, and joy. Thanks to you who have shared your valuable time in this search with me.
Is your heart filled with a love of music, or something else?
I was dismayed by much of what was being said in a very recent, now deleted thread. Many of the statements made were not just pretty extreme, but also filled with visceral hatred. The Matthew 6:24 passage in the Bible came to mind: "No one can serve two masters." Can a heart so filled with hatred be open to the beauty of music?
This world can be a brutal, ugly place. My friends and I retreaded from the horrific events of 1968 (and the mentality which lead to them) by totally immersing ourselves in music, tuning out the outside world. Unfortunately, the U.S.A. seems far worse to me now than it did then.
I take refuge and find solace in the music contained in my LP and CD library, and am very thankful for living in a time when music may be heard via recordings at the touch of a button---a very recent development, in terms of man’s entire history. How fortunate are we?!
Isn’t it enough to share the love of music---and the equipment that allows us to hear it in our homes, enough for us all here? Why spoil that with talk of matters less satisfying to our souls? I was pleased to see that many of my favorite Audiogon members refrained from joining the referred to conversation.
This world can be a brutal, ugly place. My friends and I retreaded from the horrific events of 1968 (and the mentality which lead to them) by totally immersing ourselves in music, tuning out the outside world. Unfortunately, the U.S.A. seems far worse to me now than it did then.
I take refuge and find solace in the music contained in my LP and CD library, and am very thankful for living in a time when music may be heard via recordings at the touch of a button---a very recent development, in terms of man’s entire history. How fortunate are we?!
Isn’t it enough to share the love of music---and the equipment that allows us to hear it in our homes, enough for us all here? Why spoil that with talk of matters less satisfying to our souls? I was pleased to see that many of my favorite Audiogon members refrained from joining the referred to conversation.
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