I have had my own experience with this. I wrote an article for a small music magazine (I don't want to name names) a few years ago and was very proud oif it. It was a fairly in-depth interview with a guitarist with a lot of history and the story ended up being nearly 9 pages when printed. The editor (and magazine owner, and sales guy, etc) loved it and was going to make it the cover story. I was excited because it was to be my first cover story! Then as the issue went to press the editor told me they wouldn't be putting the guitarist on the cover, but rather James Brown. Brown had died two months before, but there wasn't even a James Brown story in the whole magazine! When I questioned him he responded that an advertiser told him he would buy the whole back cover, front and back, if he put JB on the cover. And so it goes.
I think it's funny that Jeb called out my lack of CD when we were roommates at the ballroom. My love of vinyl and detestation of the CD format runs along this line.
1971 - 1976 - a nearly constant stream of music from my dad's record collection esp…
My good friends at MFT asked me to write something about where I think the music industry is going over the next ten years. In other words, my good friends at MFT have invited me to set myself up to look like a total idiot in ten years. Regular…
My good friends at MFT asked me to write something about where I think the music industry is going over the next ten years. In other words, my good friends at MFT have invited me to set myself up to look like a total idiot in ten years. Regular MF…
interesting. Now if you could actually hit a button and somewhere a large jukebox would find the album, put it on the turntable and stream it, that would be something!
Oh, and the records from my parent's collection that really launched me? Their collection of "original Broadway cast" musicals made me think about telling stories through music; Allan Sherman's "My Son the Nut" taught me that music can be both serio…
I’ve probably mentioned this before here at MFT, but the first time I really, REALLY wanted a particular recording and found out it was only available on CD...late July of ‘95...that was one of the saddest days of my life. Crushing. I’m not sure jus…