The next Frank Sinatra or Amy Winehouse isn’t on a Pandora playlist: they are your barista at Starbucks, your janitor, your mechanic, your nurse.
Leave no Rock unturned
It's not always digging thru the Spotify archives and searching the underground blogs, sometimes it is leaving your house and taking that $15 you know you have and buying door entry at your local watering hole on live music night. It’s dropping $5 in the guitar case of the street performer on your way home from work and its downloading an album on iTunes that has no reviews. We all need to do our part to help make music great again. We have made it okay for radio stations to play the same 20 songs on repeat.
Radio is gone. The heart and soul of radio is not gone, but the disc jockeys who had so much integrity and passion for the artists they love and believe in are forced to spin the mindless beats and auto-tune nonsense that flood our stations. Or even worse they are replaced by some robot shoving “the hits” down our throats. And we take it, we all take it. I’ve caught myself on more than one occasion singing along to something I know a machine made while trying on dresses sipping back my Iced Carmel Macchiato with soy. (No judging, the first step is admitting you have a problem..)
The next Frank Sinatra or Amy Winehouse isn’t on a Pandora playlist: they are your barista at Starbucks, your janitor, your mechanic, your nurse. They are the people that never give up on their dreams. They are the ones working 60 hours a week at 3 jobs and still find time to rehearse and perform every night. Find these people and help them reach their dreams. Music needs us, time to put it on the endangered species list.
It is my goal to not only review and remind us of music legends but also introduce you to new artists you may never have a chance to find. And hey, I’ll probably throw in an 80s playlist now and again :)
-M
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