If you’ve been reading Subjective Sounds for any length of time, or followed Mark on social media, you know that music is his passion. Sound quality is critical to Mark’s listening experience, and he talks a lot about various streaming services in relation to how good the music is mastered, how one tracks flows into the next, why one listening format may be better than another.
I’m also passionate about music, but in a different way. I currently have a 60-day free trial with Tidal Premium, and honestly, I hear no difference in the sound of the music with Tidal Premium vs Spotify vs iTunes. While I sing along to my music, especially when it’s played in vinyl form, it’s not the lyrics I care about. It’s the memories associated with those songs.
I’m writing this on January 29, 2016. It’s been a very sad month in the music world. A number of recording legends have passed away recently, including David Bowie and Glenn Frey. Yesterday we lost Paul Kantner, founding member of Jefferson Airplane and Jefferson Starship. People shared their collective grief on social media, many feeling like their world will never be the same. Why do people feel so strongly when one of their favorite musicians dies?
Hear a song on the radio and immediately you’re taken back to a time and place. For me, Groove Is In The Heart is such a song. When my youngest child was a newborn, and needed to be fed in the middle of the night, Groove was playing on MTV. Every night. Hearing that song now brings me back to when my kids–now adults–were babies, and the hopes and dreams I had for each of them.
During my first two years of college, I worked on the student newspaper and got to know the guys from the campus radio station. When they saw me walking towards them, they knew immediately what I wanted. Their response was always the same: “Okay, okay, I’ll play Suffragette City! Don’t you like any other song?” I still remember David Bowie blasting through the speakers, across the campus center, as I felt like anything I could possibly want was just ahead of me and nothing could go wrong.
Memories of the person you were dating when that song was popular or the first time you saw that artist in concert. Memories of hearing that opening guitar strum, like Hotel California by the Eagles or Do You Feel Like We Do by Peter Frampton, and being completely blown away. Memories of sitting on your bedroom floor and sharing albums with your friends, and playing them over and over and over again. I would play the same song again and again until my parents would yell at me to put on something different. To this day I’ll put a song I love on repeat and play it numerous times.
Music plays a very important part of my life. I already have tickets for six concerts this year, all bands I’ve seen before and are worth seeing again. I purchase music, mostly MP3s, on a fairly regular basis. There is never silence in my house; music is always on.
There is no right or wrong way to listen to music. Vinyl, CD, streaming–whatever works for you is the right way. My music taste varies from David Bowie to the Carpenters, Rolling Stones to the Ramones, Frankie Valli and the 4 Seasons to Elton John, Arctic Monkeys to Barry Manilow. Various genres for various moods. As I write this I’m listening to Mark’s recommendation of Dire Straits’ self-titled debut album. Yesterday was Battle Born by The Killers. As the saying goes, “variety is the spice of life.”
As I’m going to see Bruce Springsteen in concert in a few days, I think I’ll pull out one of his albums now and get psyched for the show.