Funny, just read a TOI piece on a new breed of concert-goers who are apparently called 'concert junkies', and interestingly, have NOTHING to do with music, nothing much, except sharing that 'fraternal feeling of travelling together, lining up outside the gates and that big roar when the house lights go off'. The music, it's quoted, is "irrelevant". The quoted text, o Deadheads, is that of a 26-year-old software pro from Pune. 26????? Incredible India! I am so thankful not to be a part of you!
The idea of having fun, at least as far as listening goes, seems to have undergone a sea-change. Searching for Heavy Traffic at the store from a pile of a thousand LPs was fun. It still is. Finding out lyrics to Traffic songs, in times when there was no Google search, was fun.
Sitting and analysing them over some killer weed was even better, though we'd run the risk of getting the words completely wrong sometimes.
But that would be fun, you know: the mere idea of sitting in that 6"x4" room with that line of vinyl, searching, choosing, discarding, often just staring in awe at the brilliant artwork. I dived into acid lettering because of those album sleeves. If you ain't seen a blooming rainbow mushroom on an Allman's album, you ain't no flowerchild, he he.
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