My rather extensive music collection tends to contain somewhat older material as a rule. I have oft said that most newer bands and musicians lack a certain "something" that older ones posses. Who can stack up against the likes of Hendrix, Pink Floyd, The Doors, Ted Nugent, Blue Oyster Cult, ZZ Top, AC DC, Zep, Cactus, Peter Green, etc.? Most (except for blues, which is fodder for a future post) new stuff sounds forced, with second class singing.
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The problem for an audiophile like me with these notions is that eventually the most loved musicians stop- you know- they’re old! At a point, there’s nothing left to purchase for the collection (well, not really, but…). How many more CD’s will Hendrix release? While admittedly the move of the music marketplace to internet retail and its searchable databases combined with computer recording production capabilities has made more material available, a person must eventually seek some new music.
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After years of pooh-poohing my kids music, encouraging them to "give dear ‘ole dad’s stuff a chance" (actually, they do like lots of my music like Pink Floyd, etc.), I gave some of their tunes a listen. After always saying "no" to teenage requests to go to Boston or Great Woods for concerts, promising that I would take them to any concert they wish within the state- especially our beloved Meadowbrook Farm here in Gilford, NH, I had to put my money where my mouth is.
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There I was at a concert- not at Meadowbrook, but the Hampton Beach Club Casino (noted for it’s great lineups, but the crappiest place on the planet, other than Lupo’s in Providence, RI, to see a show) where I took my daughter and niece to see an Austrailian band called Jet. Wow! These guys absolutely rocked! Sitting with all the parents in back while the youngsters danced and watched standing on the dance floor, it seemed obvious that this group of musicians appealed to music lovers of all ages.