There's a piece in today's Guardian about folk in their thirties not listening to music anymore. I scrolled through the comments as well. I'm a different generation of course but I think that does resonate. Whilst I have friends who are still very interested, some no longer care, ot at least, don't care as much.
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| https://www.theguardian.com/music/2022/aug/16/bring-that-beat-back-why-are-people-in-their-30s-giving-up-on-music |
Music is a bit of a map of my life. For different times different music has strong associations. Right up to the present. I'll not get on a ferry without Bicep, Pihka is My Name or Caribou. Drive down the A9, Little Simz, and earlier in our lives here King Creosote and Mike Vass. This goes all the way back to Pink Floyd's Echoes and Embryo, listened to on John Peel's session back in September 1971, and even before that, Hole in My Show by Traffic in 1967, places me in Thorpness, in Suffolk, on holiday with my family; early Beatles, in my friend Keith's house in the Banstead suburbs, his sister playing the 45s.
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| https://www.pinkfloyd.com/home.php |
Forty three years between these two fabulous albums.
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