Or how MySpace changed my life. I know Northview Diary deals mostly with farming, photos, family and a little politicking, but music was my life when I was younger.
(Much younger)
In time we graduated to high school gyms and bars and even Sherman's Amusement Park, pictured above. (Click on the photo in the link and you can see a big building in the foreground. For about one summer the management hired bands to play dances upstairs, above the games and the popcorn machine. We were one of them.)
Then we grew up. The band disbanded. Once I married my farmer and had a batch of kids time for music condensed to a few CD's while I was doing housework and barn music chosen by the kids. And the radio. And tired old country stations which play the same dozen artists and the same handful of tired old songs 24-7. I won't say I lost interest but stagnation set in.
Then the kids introduced me to MySpace and I won an iPod from World Dairy Diary.
MySpace is the hunting ground of unsigned artists, musicians who for some reason or another don't have a major record deal, or ones who do have a deal, but don't get the air time that brings fortune and fame. Talent has nothing to do with scanty clothes or sales gimmicks, but that seems to be what sells popular music. There are nice musicians on MySpace who will even sometimes give you tracks just for wanting to listen to them. The iPod made it possible for me to put all the wonderful stuff I find in one place and to listen to it without hearing everybody whine about not liking my choices or drowning out the TV.
I won't say I like housework now, but it does pass more swiftly. And I get to listen to folks like the Roosters, Joe Hash and Justin McBride instead of certain vegetarian girls and ball player's kids who shall remain nameless.
This week's song pick has been Justin McBride's Tumbleweed Town. Liz bought the CD from him I guess and let me put a copy on my music list. Hard to believe, when you listen to his gritty heartful voice that Justin just retired from his main career riding bulls on the PBR.
13 comments:
Nice story, 3C. I was probably at Sherman's listening to you! And what is it about aging? Our clothes get wider and our hair gets shorter! Great photo!
Gosh, that takes me back! Great story and pics!
I tried to listen but never could figure out how to make it work.
3C, way too cool! It's funny to look back and see where we were and where we are now.... Still have the guitar?
Look at you, Rocker Chic!
Neat photo!
I don't have an Ipod ... am I the last one?
Remember getting your first Walkman? Wow being able to listen to cassettes while on the move....
akagaga, those were the days! lol
Nita, thanks
JB, only because I have kids the right age can I use mine. lol
WW, that one wasn't mine and was borrowed from the lead guitar player. I have an acoustic now, which I still play now and then
The Wife, child for sure. That was many, many moons ago. lol
FC, I'll bet you are. I would never have thought to buy one, but I sure would miss it if I didn't have it
Ed, I am so darned old that I can remember my kids getting Walkmen. For me the best I could do was an old record player that played 33s and 45s...I sure wore a lot of them out playing them thousands of times though.
Fred boy that brings me back.Rember mom complaining about the noise!!!
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Matt
Hey there Matt, poor Mom, she wasn't so very fond of our music in those days. lol Neither were the neighbors.
Love you
You Go Girl!
My kids have a MYSpace page too for their band. I don't have a MySpace page but I do have a Facebook account to keep in touch with family and friends overseas and nearby. And play a type of Scrabble, called Wordscraper.
WR, it is such a great way to find good music and for bands to find listeners. I NEVER listen to the radio any more.
I'll have to look for the game. I love Scrabble, although I am pretty terrible at it.
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