Some of the magic of discovering new music has dissipated since the advent of iTunes, I think. More than some, actually. I am old enough that I grew up in a house with a record player. My Fisher Price portable tape player was my constant companion when I was a toddler. I still remember the agony of hearing a song that I loved on the radio for the first time but missing the name, so that I had to wait hours, maybe even days, for it to be played again. I never missed the MuchMusic Countdown or the Rick Dees Weekly Top 40. Digital file sharing platforms like Napster made their debut when I was in my mid-teens, but even they required searching, hunting for the right songs.
Part of it is undoubtedly down to my age, but in adulthood, I discover one new musician I love in a year if I’m lucky. When I was growing up, it was one every week. It’s sad, but it makes those discoveries all the more precious. And it makes me appreciate the artists I’ve loved for years even more. Seeing Bruce Springsteen in concert at the Stade de France for Ian’s thirtieth birthday was an experience I will never forget. I didn’t grow up listening to him, but I discovered his music on Pop Up Video and those old songs stayed with me into adulthood, when they took on a much deeper meaning.
Tonight, we’re going to another concert that, while different, I hope will be equally memorable. LP, who is arguably my favourite musician and has been for the past three years, is playing 9:30 in Washington DC. I can credit my discovery of LP to a Spotify playlist, one of the few places I still occasionally stumble upon an artist I really love. I’ve been singing along with Into the Wild (and all of her other songs) ever since, which I’m sure my neighbours don’t appreciate. I don’t really care. Good songs are meant to sing along with, no matter how poor your singing skills might be. (And mine are truly awful.) We stumbled upon news of LP’s DC concert just last week. Somehow, we managed to snag two tickets to the virtually sold out show a few minutes later. It felt like it was meant to be.
For the record, I still miss the days of radio and music television. They were often infuriating but they came with moments of pure musical bliss, too. That’s probably why I still have a record player. And why I still keep listening to the same old songs. But when you love something, it never gets old.
What songs do you play on repeat?
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