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.
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Thought I'd drop a comment here, as I thought you would appreciate it. A neighbor had a BBQ yesterday. One of those "should have been at the right place" kind of talents.  

He had a good friend over- drummer Harold Brown-original member of War with Eric Burdon.

Not very familiar with the band ,and just familiar with their radio hits from the 70's, I quickly realized I'm a  step closer to R&R history.

Harold was the LAST dude to jam with Jimi before his untimely passing.  He had some VERY fascinating stories that went from Big Mama Thornton to a gig he was supposed to be doing with Tupac Shakur.

A very fortunate, genuine guy who experienced the scene as it was once was. Also shared a bit about the even more interesting scene that was going on in SoCal at the time. Discovered he grew up in Long Beach, attended the same H.S. as myself.

He is now just enjoying his life and appears relatively healthy.

It really is a small world. A former co worker was a schoolmate with Mick in England. Now I've come close as I'll ever get to the legends.

I made sure I shook his hand with a VERY firm grip and with the other a handful of shoulder.

If the situation would have permitted, I would have invited him over for a listen and asked endless questions about his experiences.