I'm not looking for a definitive answer. This is merely to initiate a discussion on how our hobby--music and machines--influences who we are.

Rocky
This posting is confused and wrong on so many counts----let me address just a few----because my time is valuable. First, I listened to Hendrix and Cooper and did not go to jail (although I did get drunk and got laid in high school ----a true part of growing up and participating in ALL activities---it sounds as if you still harbor bad times in your experiences. Second, as a black child growing up in the 50's and early 60's in South Boston, the "happy" music you refer to totally escaped me. I did NOT see people dancing in the streets. What I DID SEE, was an attempt to burn down the dormitory in the orphanage where I was warehoused. I suppose the fine folks that had that need to perform that societal betterment act, missed their daily dose of "happy music". Music's impact on life is minimal at best. If it did, how come the anti-war songs of the 60's did not keep me from serving two tours in Vietnam? This revisionist history of "happy times" is in my opinion just plain crap----actually "happy crap" MichaelSchmaltz wrote:Well, to start with, going to school with kids who were into Jimi Hendrix and Alice Cooper (and me keeping quiet about my preference for Billy Murray and Collins & Harlan) did create some tension that might not otherwise have existed. Can't say I regret keeping my own musical consul, though; a lot of those kids wound up in jail, drunk, dead or wish they were, while I'm still here listening to the ancient music and keeping my nose clean.
Fundamentally, the songs that were recorded for the acoustic records were _happy_ ones. There are no happy songs now, unless you count Smashmouth's song "You're a Rock Star," but that's a stretch. Having those happy sounds for my musical roots has, I think, made a positive difference in my life ever since.
I'd love to get Brad's take on this, since he's the resident philosopher as it were.
(on further reflection: Okay, if you look at Country/Western, guys like Toby Keith are keeping some kind of flame alive for happy music, and more power to 'em.)
I do think music does effect one's view of the world. Though, as I look back, the songs of my youth to which my dad used to yell "Turn that crap down" by todays comparison could be considered happy tunes. The attraction for me, as I am sure for many of us, is that it harkens back to a simplier more innocent time. Though the sentiments and issues of the day seem very familiar to me now. I grew up as military brat and when I hear a song from the 60's or 70's it evokes memories of where I was living at the time (I attended 15 different schools as a kid) and it brings back the happy memories of that time. Rarely does it evoke bad memories.Schmaltz wrote:.....
Fundamentally, the songs that were recorded for the acoustic records were _happy_ ones. There are no happy songs now, unless you count Smashmouth's song "You're a Rock Star," but that's a stretch. Having those happy sounds for my musical roots has, I think, made a positive difference in my life ever since.
I'd love to get Brad's take on this, since he's the resident philosopher as it were.
(on further reflection: Okay, if you look at Country/Western, guys like Toby Keith are keeping some kind of flame alive for happy music, and more power to 'em.)
Here, here. I agree with both sentiments Brad. The first sentiment of which applies to all areas of life and all topics I find.Brad wrote:I'll follow the advice of Thumpers Mom: If you can't say anything nice, don't say nothin' at all.![]()
Interesting topic, thanks for starting the thread.