In the fifties and sixties, there was a boundless supply of music. As I tried to listen to it all, my own personal tastes were a progression from the get-go. I had no loyalty for one genre over another; it either flowed or it didn’t. Out of it all, my favorites became rhythmic-style blues, rock and roll, folk, garage rock, and later, rock’s heavier sound.
Music pushed an awareness of my cultural surroundings, political structure and how attitudes fit and didn’t fit together. It was not a neat package.
There were always books, and later bloggers, to provide a global outlet to embrace my roots and question what I know. I became expansive in my perspectives to adjust with time. New ideas were worthwhile. Relying on what was already there was also ok. It was a balance of the two.
Working with the Complete Book Of Doo-Wop needed a more pragmatic approach. Again, the internet, with its wealth of history was instrumental in this quest. People who comment with extra information, add to my posts. It’s a nice combination.
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