Progressive (rock/pop) music is fifty years old this year. Rock as art, not noise and not emotion.
It all began with this extraordinary album, written and produced a half a century ago. 24 more words
I love music. I love humming along with songs that fly into my brain through my soul. The moment I hear a song that brings me back, way back to being a teenager, is exhilarating as I completely remember where I first heard it, who I was with, and what time of year it was. 697 more words